"Ugh...everything is pain...Hermione!", "what?"she asked, peeking around a rather worn book. " Pain...potion...NOW!", "mother nature visiting?", "yes...hurry...Im dying.", "why are dying?", "it's a girl thing.", "don't be such a baby. It can't be THAT bad.", "you know, if I could get right now, you wouldn't be here.", "Ron, stop picking on Evan!", "I'm not Ginny!", "I'M TELLING MUM!", "NO! Don't tell her!", Ron ran after his sister, and Evan sat up, "and a..one...and a two..and a..OW!BAD IDEA!". Hermione gave her the vile, which she downed in one shot. "Much better...I'm hungry. Let's get down before Ron becomes Pacman.". They laughed and made their way down the stairs. As they sat at the table, Evan looked a little sick. Food, that had sounded pleasant moments ago, now wanted to make her vomit. "On second thought...maybe I can wait until lunch...", " suit yourself.", "hello Princess.", " bug off Malfoy.", "you cannot tell him what to do. Why are you not eating? Finally losing some weight?", "shove it Blaise.", "yeah! What he said!", "yeah what Draco said!". "Oh I get it. Your PMSing!", The Great Hall went completely silent, everyone was wide eyed, or gasping in surprise or horror. "You shouldn't have said that Draco.", The Professors were glued to their chairs...not knowing what to do. "Alright Malfoy. You think it's funny do you? I want to make a bet. Between the two houses.", "what kind of bet?", "the boys will drink a potion. That makes them feel the symptoms of the monthly cycle for six months. Once a week, you'll drink it. Think of it like...Wolfsbane. Once a month, for a full week. All boys in the houses NO EXCEPTIONS.", "uh...I don't think that's such a goo-", "SHUT IT RON!", "yes Evan.", so do we have a deal?"she asked, "yes we do.We begin tomorrow. Slytherin WILL win." They shook on it. "Hermione?", "yes Ronald?", "do you have parchment?", "yes...why.", "I need to write my will.".