Isabella Diggory cleared her throat loudly and slowly the prefects all stopped chatting and gathered around the table.
"Now, the only thing we really have to do at this meeting is for me to hand out the assignments for rounds. "
A cacophony of protests arose from all of the prefects. Whoever said they wanted to be Head Girl was mental. Never mind that she had wanted it since first year. She was obviously mental.
"I know that up until now you've been able to choose your partners but thanks to your Head Boy, James Sirius Potter, and gratuitous amounts of snogging happening between prefects on rounds, we've had to change it up."
The screams of dissention softened to mutinous mutters as she handed out blank pieces of paper.
"I've enchanted these to change weekly with the patrol schedules, and it can't be modified by anyone but me or Headmistress McGonagall."
Near the far end of the table, Isabella could see Padmaj Patil trying to alter his. He gave up after about 1 minute, when the paper started smacking him upside the face. By this time, everyone was looking at him, and half of the prefects were laughing.
"First week, Monday we have Padmaj Patil and Molly Weasley, Tuesday is Edward Macmillian and Ariana Creevey, Wednesday is Alex Zabini and Eileen Finnegan, Thursday is James Potter and me – and if you try anything funny, I will hex your balls off, Potter!, Friday is Joshua Quinn and Helen Hendrickson, Saturday is Albus Potter and Bridget McLaggen, Sunday is Scorpius Malfoy and Rose Weasley." Any complaints, tell 'em to McGonagall."
As the prefects filtered out of the room, James pulled Isabella aside.
"Not fair, Diggory!"
"Suck it up, Potter!"
"That's my cousin; you can't go sticking her with the Malfoy scum when you know she's got it bad for Joshua Quinn."
"This is me winning our bet, Potter!"
"And you said you didn't want snogging on rounds."
"I don't want you snogging anyone."
"Oh, so it's fine if my baby cousin is making out with as friggin' Malfoy, but Merlin forbid I should have a little fun with my girlfriend."
"Your girlfriend of the week, you mean."
"…"
"I win, Potter, so get your ten Galleons ready."