Edited and reposted. Just changed a few words and removed some others. Doing so with all five chapters.

Disclaimer: The only one I'm going to do. I AM NOT J.K. Rowling. Seriously, look at my writing and see for yourself that it is no where near as good as hers.

Victoire Weasley

How did I end up here, in detention of all places? If I have to polish another trophy I think I'm gonna throw one. I have never had detention before in my whole life at Hogwarts. I was a good student and I followed all the rules.

I guess when I planned my Tuesday, I didn't factor in my best friend, Teddy Lupin.

Teddy's two years older than me, so we didn't have lessons together. We weren't even in the same house. I was a Ravenclaw and he was a Hufflepuff. But we've been best friends since I was four and he was six.

On that particular Tuesday we were eating lunch together, like always. Since the war there have been fewer House rivalry issues. You only had to sit at your House table at the welcome feast. Anyway, Teddy was sitting on one side of what used to be the Hufflepuff table and I was opposite him. As usual his hair was a different color than the previous day. That day it was purple. I liked that one best on him, though he disagreed.

"Professor Quirke gave us so much homework earlier," Teddy was saying. "He's in a really bad mood today."

I stirred my mashed potatoes. I wasn't really hungry right then. "He's a Slytherin, Teddy. He's always in a bad mood." Maybe it was a bit unfair to say that about the Slytherin House, but a lot of them did seem to be in a perpetual bad mood.

"It's extra bad today. And stop tapping your foot, Vicky." I stopped tapping for a second. He knew I hated being called Vicky. I looked up to remind him and got a face full of potato

Of course I had to retaliate. He ducked and it hit a Gryffindor instead. Said Gryffindor turned around to return fire. His aim was off and it hit a Slytherin. Long story short, Teddy and I had started a food fight. Next thing I knew we were standing in Professor Vector's office. She had pumpkin juice on her front and did not look happy.

"Expel them!" one of the portraits on the wall said.

Another had to add his opinion too. "Hang them from the dungeon by their thumbs!" This set up a whole match of ex-Headmasters offering their opinions.

In the end we got six Saturday detentions and consequently we'd miss the upcoming Hogsmeade weekend.

That's what today is. Teddy and I were cleaning the trophy room. So far I'd learned that my uncles Harry and Ron were both in here.

"Come on, Tori. It's not that bad. It's sleeting outside. I wouldn't want to walk to Hogsmeade in that anyway." I hadn't spoken to Teddy all week. It was his fault we were here, though he tried to convince me to look at the bright side of things.

"This isn't about not going to Hogsmeade, Teddy. Mum is so mad at me for getting detention. She thought that if any of us were going to start a food fight it would be James or Fred. Not me. She's probably going to ground me too and then I won't get to see the Quidditch world cup this summer." I felt tears well up in my eyes. I didn't cry too often, but the Howler I'd gotten on Wednesday was awful. The first time I'd received one of those, too.

Teddy glanced over at me. "Oh, no. You aren't going to cry, are you?" He came across the room and crouched on the floor beside me. "Your mum won't ground you. Your only detention in five years isn't a big deal."

"She sent me a Howler, Teddy. She's so, so angry." I dropped my polishing rag in surprise when he put an arm around my shoulders.

"Yes, and you got six days of detention. I reckon she'll think that's enough. She won't keep you from the World Cup."

We sat there for a few minutes, his arms around me and my head on his chest. Finally I pushed away, picking up my rag. "We'd better finish this. Professor Vector might decide we need more days because we're slacking off or something."

Teddy jumped up and offered me his hand. I could handle five more weeks of this, as long as Teddy was around to lift my spirits.

And he better not get us into more trouble.