"Jenny! Jenny! Look what I've found"

What looked to be a small bush with human legs burst through the entry way with a loud crash. Green. Blue. Purple. Pink. Colours seemed to whirl past as the bush in question ran toward the corner of the common room at an alarming speed, alarming because bushes with the ability to run were unheard of – even in the wizarding world.

For the most part, the Ravenclaw students kept their heads in their books, their concentration on their homework, and in the case of Jerome Witherby, his hands up Eloise Watkins' skirt. They had quickly learned that any sentence beginning with 'Jenny!' was not worth their time and simply tuned out of their housemates wild schemes, which is why as Flora-Phyllis Morris rushed through the common room looking more plant than human, no one paid her any mind.

"Jenny!" Flora called again, willing her legs to go faster. She felt on top of the world. Ecstatic. Like she could duel a Slytherin and live to tell the tale! Nothing could ruin her mood!

She tried to peek over the assortment of plants in her arms, a task made difficult by her lack of height and the sheer amount of plant matter she'd collected.

Nonetheless, she came skidding to a stop as she reached a secluded blue couch in the corner of the common room - at least she hoped that's where she was, she couldn't really see. Fortunately, the tall blonde in question sat huddled over an aged leather journal, she didn't even lift her gaze as she spoke in a calculating voice.

Flora dropped her specimens on the ground in a heap, widening her mouth in preparation for the flurry of words that were begging to be released.

"I have a plan" The blonde girl spoke before Flora had a chance to launch into her excited explanation of the evening.

These words were not inherently bad words. On the contrary, having a plan usually involved an appreciable amount of effort and thought. These words, when uttered by anyone other than Jenny Day, would not have been a cause for concern.

Jenny often had plans; half-baked plans, ruses, ploys, gambits and perhaps most notably, the great transfiguration scheme of '72.
Unfortunately for Flora, Jenny chose to measure the success of their schemes on an arbitrary scale.

What Jenny would call 'A romantic moonlit swim with the Giant Squid,' Flora would call 'A death defying escape from the jaws of a beast'. What Jenny would call, 'A revitalizing mud mask for our weather-worn skin', Flora would call 'A pile of Mooncalf dung.'

As the words sunk in, Flora's heart fluttered as if fourteen man-sized butterflies were trying to escape her chest cavity. Her large grin dropped as she surveyed Jenny's face, an odd mixture of contentment and maliciousness.

"B-but…"

Jenny slowly set down her pen, looking up at Flora with her hands folded under her chin.

"I can't, I-I need to finish my transfiguration essay" Flora finally said, at a speed much too fast to be considered casual. She absolutely did not want to be roped into a scheme right now, especially one she hadn't planned herself.

Flora tried to smile as she looked down at Jenny; the result being more of a grimace, the type of face you'd see on someone who'd won seven million Galleons on the same day their Nan died.

Jenny twirled a long strand of blonde hair between her fingers, reaching into her journal.

"You mean…" She pulled out a twelve-inch piece of parchment "This essay"

Flora's perpetually widened eyes increased in size, if possible. Bollocks.

"No, t-the other one" Flora said with sagged shoulders, she'd been bested once again.

Jenny raised a single eyebrow as if to say 'Nice try, but no dice'.

"Right, which means you have plenty of time to help your best friend on her quest to find…" Jenny stopped mid-sentence, gesticulating wildly with her arms before continuing, "…Love!"

Ah…so love was involved. Surprisingly, this was not an area of complete failure for Jenny. In fourth year, they had successfully snagged Tom Harrison in a genius display of their transfiguration and charms prowess, they'd hatched a plan involving a hat, an antique walking cane and a speaking toad (Neither could recall the specifics).

There had also been the brief yet passionate love affair with an older Slytherin, Jenny had almost driven Flora mad with her fake French accent – it had worked though, he wept like a baby when Jenny 'moved back to France.'

"Now if you look here I've written two key objectives…" The lanky blonde huddled closer to Flora, rustling through a large pile of sheets before pawing one off to her.

"The Art of Seduction by Jenny Day…" Flora read aloud, chewing her lip with trepidation, not a bad start Flora mused, this could be interesting…

"Step One…" Flora continued tilting her head sideways in an effort to read the messy scrawl, "Seduce Sirius Black" Her eyes were probably the size of the moon at this point, Sirius Black? Was she mad? Not only was he considered the best looking and most sought-after boy in the grade, but he was a member of the Marauders, the group of terrors that challenged the school rules daily.
Just the thought of them was enough to inspire a Pavlovian style fear response, her heart felt as if it'd burst through her chest at any moment. Morgana give her strength.

They were just plain old Jenny Day and Flora-Phyllis Morris, the quiet Ravenclaws that kept to themselves and handed in their homework on time. Their scheming was carried out, for the most part, in their spare time under the comfort of a disillusionment charm. Most people in other houses struggled to remember their names and knocked into them in the halls; there was no shame in that, it had always been that way. Why break their carefully maintained anonymity in their final year? Flora had no delusions of grandeur, she'd finish this year and intern under a potion master the next – There would be no boys, no detentions and DEFINITELY no Sirius Black.

Flora searched the otherwise blank page, frowning as she looked up at an overeager Jenny.
"Jenny, there's only one step here…"

"Oh! Are you sure?" Jenny scrunched her nose up as she searched her bundle of papers, cursing under her breath.

"Ok, so listen up…" Jenny reopened her signature journal, something which she was never found without.

"I call it the F.L.O.R.A system" She started, flicking her eyes up briefly to enjoy Flora's reaction (Riling up Flora was one of Jenny's favourite pass times).

"You've roped my name into this? Surely there were a million other words you could've chosen. You know I don't lik-" Flora started, looking peeved.

"Right. F – First contact, this is where you come in…" Jenny butted in with a smirk.

"I come in already? It's the first step!" Flora's stomach lurched as if she'd taken an extreme dive on her broomstick.

"Oh, be quiet. I'm trying to share my night's work with you. Didn't your Nan teach you any manners?"

Flora's eyebrows pulled together silently as she regarded her friend, steeling herself for the rest of the plan.

"Good. F – First contact, we're hardly as bold and brazen as those Griffin-twats, but I happen to think we're just as pretty. I need him to notice me. Just enough for him to think…hmm she's not half bad" Jenny eyes traced her page, frowning for a moment as she struggled to read her own hand writing, after a moment's thought she looked back up, her smile as broad as ever.

"You're going to need to break into Slughorn's office, I have it on good authority that he uses a charmed list to select potion partners, you just need to manipulate it a little bit. He'll be none the wiser, who'd ever suspect you after all."

"Bu-" Jenny rose a finger sharply, motioning for Flora to be quiet.

"L – Leap to the rescue, that's where I come in! We've got to play on his Gryffindor values, in this step I'm showing him that I'm brave…like a lioness"

"You'll be doing that face…" Jenny peered up from her notebook momentarily to look at Flora, evidently, she was pleased because she barked out a 'Perfect!' before continuing, "we'll need some type of danger, I haven't quite decided yet…but I'll jump in like an absolute maverick with my kick-ass defense skills and save the day!"

"O – Offer value, this is perhaps my favorite step…" She said mischievously, looking over to a very sleepy and worried looking Flora. She rolled her eyes.
"Oh for Merlin sake, we'll do this tomorrow, look at you"

Jenny drew out her wand, tapping the page of her note book, the large letters that once spelled F.L.O.R.A dissipated into nothingness and were replaced with a rather innocuous looking journal entry.

Flora let her sleepy head lull to the side, it was a bit nonsensical, replacing secret plans with secret thoughts. "I've never understood that, why not just disguise it as a book? If anyone steals it they'll still get to read all of your secrets…"

"Yes Flora, but that's the genius behind it – it looks like a journal. If anyone were to steal it, why would they look for anything BUT the musings of the wonderful Jenny Helia Day? Plus, I'm an open book, they can read all they like, it's my plans that I really care about"

"I do like to throw a bit of nonsense in their though…I think you'll appreciate my latest work"

Flora's brown eyes scanned the page as Jenny proudly held up a rather abstract piece of work entitled 'Jenny's Perfect Man: A drawing by Jenny Day.'

An enormous circle sat in the middle of the page with small stumpy limbs protruding from four equidistant points, a fifth 'limb' also stuck out the bottom of the circle.

Flora tilted her head to the side, letting her eyes run over the abnormally long, veiny leg. "Why does he have three legs?"

"Ahh, my innocent little Flora, that is no leg"

It wasn't a leg? Then what was it? Jenny continued to smile at her with a malicious grin.

"Oh…Ohhh" Flora tried to tame the blazing fire of her cheeks to no avail.
A small, round head with beady little eyes was clumsily drawn above a short, stumpy neck.

Jenny pulled out a pot of pink ink, raising an eyebrow in question at Flora.

An hour later, the girls lay sprawled in front of the fire, still bursting into fits of giggles every time they thought of an addition for their diagram.

Thanks for reading! let me know if you liked it

Denna :)