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Rose's eyes lit up at the prospect of a story, just as James' had at the idea of adventure. "An enchantress?" she breathed rapturously, sitting up straight. "I've never heard of them before. What's her name again?"

Professor McGonagall sighed again, but James thought she was actually enjoying Rose's clear enthusiasm. He sighed too. Rose was so like Aunt Hermione it was almost creepy.

"Her name is Andromeda-Leah." McGonagall said, starting the story. "And if sources are correct, she's been at this school for more than sixty-five years and not aged a day past seventeen. She's a quite mysterious girl. She's only been spotted a handful of times, but each time she's been spotted oddly, like you two, seeing her come out of that fire. There was a rumor circulating about twenty years ago that she was seen creating a hurricane in the Owlery, but that was never confirmed-"

Rose looked horrified, and James shouted with laughter. "She sounds excellent! So she causes trouble for the school every ten years or so?" McGonagall frowned at him. "Not exactly. She always cleans up her mess, so sometimes we don't even now why she does it. She might even do things without our knowledge. But she's just odd. She causes troubles, stirs up the students, and then disappears without so much as a reason. It's been a nonspoken challenge for years to figure out why she does what she does. And her history, for that matter. No one knows where she comes from."

James's eye lit up once again. Rose groaned. "Oh dear."

"This is just our kind of thing, Rose! It's our legacy! Mom and Dad and Ron and Hermione would be all over this! Man, and I thought we had missed out on the adventure!"

McGonagall's eyes flashed dangerously. "Now, Mister Potter, I will not object to acquiring fresh knowledge or having a little adventure, but if this little quest of yours takes away from your academical requirements, or causes trouble for the facility, I will be forced to stop you, do you understand?"

Rose coughed slightly when she mentioned academics, looking amused. James shot her the death stare, then continued. "Well, she seemed really interesting, anyway. And Rose, you could go do in history for discovering her secret! People would study you, just like you studied Dad and your parents!"

Rose turned away, but James knew she was hooked now. He stood and grabbed her by the wrist, nearly giving Madam Pomfrey, who had just came in, a conniption. He pulled her up and dragged her out, ignoring McGonagall's and Pomfrey's protest. She raced after. "So what's the plan?"

"Plan, Weasley? Don't push yourself too hard."

Rose turned in surprise, then frowned in dislike. "Scorpius."

The blond-haired boy, his robe hanging off his shoulders, eyed the two with disdain. "Setting fires in the corridors doesn't really seem your type, though. Did your cousin blackmail you or something?"

James snarled and bolted, but Rose grabbed him. "He's not worth it, James. Come on." "But if it's the enchantress you're after," Scorpius drawled, "maybe I can help. My family and, ah, colleagues might have some information on the elusive girl." Rose's eyes flashed. "Why should we trust you?"

Scorpius smirked. "Because I am a weak, conniving teenager with no honor left to my family's name, who's best hope to restore it is by assisting two," his lip curled, "upstarts in their little journey."

James growled again, but Rose touched him. "He's right, James. If he really can help us, he's got nothing to lose. It's not like he has any reason not to." Scorpius nodded. "Thank you, Rose." James's eyes narrowed. "I still don't like it."

"You don't have to." Rose snapped. "I'm in, and if you're not, you're going nowhere without him. So, make your choice."

James, though not very gifted at academics, did not have to be a genius to see her logic. He sighed dramatically. "Fine. But one turn, you backstabbing snake, and I'll-"

Rose looked appalled. "James!" Scorpius chuckled. "And you call us the prejudiced ones, Potter."

He walked off, leaving a glaring James and an exhausted Rose.