"Is it true?" One of the Weasley duo from the year above asked me excitedly as they each sat either side of me on the Gryffindor table of the Great Hall. I wasn't actually in Godric's house, I'd been sorted into Slytherin but managed to maintain good friendships with Harry and Ron and a rather close bond with Hermione – with whom I was currently working on a potions report while having toast.
"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about," I replied idly flipping the page of the lengthy textbook.
"We heard that you hexed Malfoy before breakfast," I smirked slightly, calmly taking another bite of my toast and jam.
"Don't be ridiculous, Fed, Irma would never do something so foolhardy." Hermione interjected making it even more difficult to suppress my smile.
"It's George, actually," he mocked her, "C'mon then, is it true or not?"
"Might be," I said in full knowledge everyone would take this to be essentially a yes.
"Bloody hell!" Ron cried swallowing a large mouthful of pancake, "What did the git do to provoke that?"
"He made a crass comment about my legs."
"Well they are looking lovely today Irma," Fred commented jokingly leaning back to peer under the table.
"Careful or I'll turn you into a pig as well." I remarked coolly. I knew Fred was only fooling around (as always) so I thought I'd humour him.
"Is that what you did to Malfoy?" He asked eagerly, his head quickly snapping back to my eye level.
"Seemed a fitting punishment for him being such a swine," I chuckled slightly at my own bad joke and the twins laughed with me while Hermione rolled her eyes.
"You're going to be in so much trouble." She protested.
"Oh, please, as if Snape would ever deduct points from his own house."
"She has a point Hermione," Ron said between pancake mouthfuls, he received only a huff and a pouty return to reading from her.
"In any case, congratulations, we reckon you've done the whole school a favour," the twins patted me on the shoulder and went off, likely to embark on some mischief about the castle.
