Author's note: Just a warning for those of you who've read some of my (especially Lee Jordan-focused) stuff before; although a lot of minor plot elements in this fic are shared with many other things I've written, it is emphatically not set in the same "universe" as anything else I've written, and you might not approve of some of the content. It's difficult to say more without spoiling the ending, but it doesn't need to be rated any higher than a T if that's your concern.

"You're just going to leave that here?" Kenneth gaped. It was the first day of our third year and I was carefully setting a box that contained a tarantula by my trunk.

"What else am I going to do with it?" I asked. "Chop it up and use it in Potions?"

"There's a thought," George grinned.

"Put it in the girls' dorms, freak them out," said Fred.

"Ugh, they don't deserve that."

"You sound like a Prefect. What's wrong with you?"

"Don't want Ang—any of them to get too freaked out," I blushed. "It's okay, I'll think of something."