I, Jessie J. Jenson, am the best prankster in the whole wizarding world besides Fred and George Weasley. Also the rudest at that. Don't believe me? Fair enough. Let me show you in 50 ways.

I sat in Transfigurations class, next to Dean Thomas. "Hey…psttttt!" I whispered to him out of the corner of my mouth. I did that every few seconds until he finally got annoyed and looked at me.

"What?" he whispered annoyed.

"Hi." I smile cheekily. He glares and goes back to his paper. I stand up, and McGonagall looks at me right as I step on my desk. I pull my robes sleeve up to reveal a smiley face with a snake tongue on my arm. "LORD VOLDY IS CALLING." And I get my ass out of there.

Still not convinced? Fair, fair…

"PROFESSOR FLITSIZED!" I yelled to Professor Flitwick during charms, which earned a laugh from the class. I run out of my seat and go to him, and grab his wand out of his robes pocket. Me being taller, I reached up as high as I could so he couldn't reach it. He jumped for it for almost 20 minutes until Umbridge, otherwise known as Umbitch had walked in.

"QUEEN OF THE TOADS IS HERE! How's your cats? Did they die from getting a look at your face?" I asked in a stupid voice.

"You will not talk to a Ministry Official like that!" Her face got red.

"Ministry Official? I thought you were here 'cause Fudge-Nut's wanted to get rid of you 'cause you wouldn't go deep and dirty with him." I shrugged my purple eyes gleaming (Oh yeah, Metamorphagus Powers!)

"Miss Jenson! 5 weeks detention!" she screamed in outrage, "Every Saturday!"

"Nah, that doesn't work for me," I say nonchalantly.

"Fine then. Saturday and Sunday."

"BINGO WORKING!" I smirk. "Oh…and Professor Toad Queen Madam Umbitch, you have something on your face, you should go have Professor No-Shampoo brew you a potion to get it off." I say smiling, and skipping out of the classroom.

"Brilliant." I hear Fred and George Weasley mumble.

I know what you're thinking; Messing with Toad Master? Yeah, me and her are cool. That I until she brings out the quill.

"Lines." She says simply, handing me the quill

"Okay, can you show me what I'm supposed to write,"

"Well of course dear," She smiles approachingly. She starts writing, I must not call Professor Umbridge Professor and rude name, and not steal Professor Flitwicks Want, then hold it over my head. The stupid dumbass! She shrieked in pain clutching her hand.

"I think that sunk in!" I smile, getting up and leaving the class room.

Hope you believe me now.