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A/N – While this story is, in part, based on a popular "children's" book, it is in itself, entirely fictional, fabrication of my mind, capisce? Any parallels to "real life" are strictly coincidental or used with permission. Song lyrics are used without permission so I hope no one belonging to the band "Lifehouse" reads this. Or Justin Timberlake, for that matter. But I think it's not something I have to worry about. And I didn't ask Shakespeare if I could use a quote of his either. I assumed that, since he's dead, the grandfather of all great drama, god rest his soul, would forgive me this once for taking a line out of Romeo & Juliet. To be exact, the part where Mercutio and Romeo talk about dreams. Note that parts of this fictional story range from "slightly unrealistic" to "completely im-fucking-possible" and "there-is-no-way-s/he-would-ever-do/say-that!" Thanks for not suing me. Oh, and I have a slight language problem at times, too.
DISCLAIMER: all the characters you already know belong to J.K. Rowling, the others are my creations EXCEPT for Cerise Snape, Dawn Zabini, and Coralie Smith, property of Cassandra Krauss.
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*New*Character:
Phebe Hawkins: 7th-year Ravenclaw
age: 17
face: oval, pale
hair: dark reddish-brown
eyes: dark brown
special traits: permanently sinister face expression (j/k)
wand: 11 inches, pine, core of magic mercury
comments: Beauxbatons (years 1-4), attends Hogwarts since fifth year.
Phebe Hawkins ran to the Owl Tower. The dark-haired Ravenclaw had to get a message to her Slytherin friend, Cerise Snape. Although 7th-years had many privileges, they were also more heavily punished if they were caught stepping out of line. And for precisely this reason, she was very glad to have borrowed her boyfriend's Cloak of Invisibility. Phebe pulled a triangular rock from the folds of her robe. I hate to do this. I'm sorry, Puddles, Phebe thought as she transfigured her pet rock Puddles into a piece of chocolate. Her owl, Toffy, usually refused to fly unless bribed.
Once she arrived at the tower, Phebe drew a scroll from a hidden pocket within her robes and pried the collapsible pen out of her boot that she had wedged there for safe-keeping. On the scroll she wrote in violet ink:
Hey Cherry,
I hope you had a good time with Blondie yesternight . You lucky thangs don't have this dorm-difference problem. Take it from me, tables are VERY uncomfortable. It was very good that we had the C.o.I. since Sev was patrolling the halls near the empty classrooms last night. Doesn't he ever sleep?!
It was a real bitch getting back into the R. common room (password changed again! Shining Knight out for "visit"..) Luckily Cho came by at around 2am .. we sort of agreed not to tell anyone else what we were doing outside of the dorms in the middle of the night but you know I can't keep secrets .. anyhow .. did you know she has a "night job" in Knockturn Alley? I wonder .. Well, I'd better get back to class – I told Binns I needed to go to the bathroom.
"The Light One"
After enchanting the scroll with a Friendship Code, which made the words blur and become distinguishable only to one other person's eyes, Phebe fed Toffy the chocolate. Her soft brown owl obediently held still as she strapped the secret message to his leg. She patted his head and gave him a little encouraging spank and finally her feathery friend flew off towards the High North Tower, where at exactly this moment, Cerise Snape was boring her way through her Divination lesson with the rest of the 7th-year Slytherins. Phebe leaned out the Owl Tower window and pointed her 11-inch pine wand (with a core of magic mercury) at the Divination classroom window, which seemed to be shut tightly.
"Alohomora!" she whispered. The window creaked but opened. If Professor Trelawney had put someone in a trance, just as she had done with the 7th-year Hufflepuff class an hour before, she would be much too submerged in her lesson to notice Toffy delivering Phebe's coded message to Cerise. Generally, Professor Trelawney was not a very perceptive person.
Then Phebe transfigured her violet pen into a stick of liquorice and left it by the window as a little thank-you for Toffy. She pulled Harry's Cloak of Invisibility snugly around her shoulders, inhaling his scent. She didn't take it off until shortly before she got back to her History of Magic class. There, she tucked under her robes, inched quietly into the room and slid into her seat next to Wera Ghrandol, a blonde, cheerful Ravenclaw. Professor Binns gave her a questioning look but continued with the lesson.
Later that evening in the multi-house 7th-year lounge, Phebe was glad she had let her self-writing quill running during her short absence from History of Magic when she reviewed her notes and waited for her friends to join her. She was nearly done with her homework and already planning all the new havoc she would wreak this evening.
At last Hermione turned up. "Ron will be here in a minute," she said. "He's gotten a howler from his mother."
Phebe shrugged sympathetically. "These things happen." At the beginning of the fifth year, the two girls had not gotten along at all. Hermione's opinion of Phebe had been exceedingly low and Phebe had thought Hermione to be a distinct-less swot. Now in seventh year, it seemed that their differences were as good as cleared up.
Ron, Harry and Draco, the last arm in arm with Cerise, entered the seventh-year lounge. The chaos could begin.