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Up To No Good
Chapter Two

So, I woke up the next morning to the door creaking shut. I know, you guys are probably like, "the door closing? Really?" Well, yeah. I'm the lightest sleeper and the littlest sounds wake me up. I silenced the beds of my comrades, but someone was getting out, or coming in.

After reapplying my Glamours, I threw open my curtains to see some girl, who I assumed to be Alison Nott, tip-toeing to her bed.

"What time is it?" I asked groggily.

She froze. "Three," she whispered.

"Wow. You're really late. Well, good night," I yawned, shutting the curtains behind me.

I awoke again at around six. Even in the States, I couldn't sleep past six or seven. I noticed no one else was up, so I decided to take a shower and all that jazz.

First of all, I didn't know how to work the shower. I ended up getting so frustrated that I charmed the water to be hot, because I couldn't tell how to do it.

Second of all, I left my wand on my bed, so I couldn't use a Drying Charm. Well, I could, wandlessly, but I promised I wouldn't. Plus, wandless took a lot more energy than regular and I didn't want to start the day feeling drained. And, looking at my dorm-mates, I'm sure they wouldn't appreciate to see me drip water all over the floor. So, I just opened the door a bit and summoned my wand wandlessly. I clanked loudly against the door, but I hoped that my Silencing Charms held for the night.

Applying make-up the Muggle way is a lot easier than the magical way. If it's your first time, you're clumsy putting it on both ways. However, it's so much easier to get your desired appearance the Muggle way. The magical way, they have pre-set incantations for specific eyeliners and shadows. You can't mix and match. You'd have to alter the spell, and if you get it wrong, you could get stuck with a clown face for a week.

So, before I even did that, I had to see what I would wear. At Salem, there wasn't a dress code, so you could wear anything you wanted, as long as it wasn't "indecent." Here, I have to wear black robes, a white button down with a tie, and a skirt. A SKIRT. That wasn't going to fly with me. They would have to deal with my skinny jeans. It's derogatory to force girls to wear skirts and not provide them with a different option. I know boys are gross, so I know boys will try and flip up your skirt. NO SKIRTS.

I decided to alter my uniform a tad. I made sure I wasn't free perioding the rules because I didn't want to get in trouble the first day. Maybe the second, but not the first. They didn't say we couldn't wear a shirt under the button-down, so I decided to wear a Lethargy tee-shirt underneath it and leave the blouse unbuttoned. The skirt wasn't actually included in the dress code. It never actually said I had to wear a skirt. I was ecstatic when I saw that! Black skinny jeans it is. The shoe thing was tricky. The shoes had to be black, but it never specified that I had to wear those god awful Mary Janes. So, I just took out my black converse. I put everything on and went back into the bathroom to put my make up on.

Make-up would be easier now. A swipe of purple on my eyelids brought out the hint of purple in my tee-shirt. I put some black eyeliner on my bottom lash line and a semi-thick line on my upper lash line. I put a little blusher on my cheeks, and some clear gloss on my lips.

So, by the time I actually found the Great Hall, it was seven thirty, and I was tired, cranky, and in dire need of coffee. I sat down at my house table and served myself some scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, and pancakes. I looked around the table and found the maple syrup for my sausage and pancakes, but not the ketchup for my eggs. I was about to freak out when I saw it at a different House table. I just got up and took it from them, mixing it with my eggs before putting it back. I was glad they had some hazelnut coffee; I thought all these crazy English people drank tea.

I felt two people sit on either side of me, and knew it was the Twins. Yes, with a capital T.

"Don't say anything until I've had some coffee," I grumbled. I took a sip, grimaced because of the heat and muttered a mild Cooling Charm, before gulping half of it down. "Now, you can talk."

"So, how was Snapey? We didn't think we'd see you this morning," said the Twin to my left. I glance briefly and knew it was George.

"Fine, he just told me the law of the land stuff."

"Did he say why he never takes points?" asked George.

"Yeah, he gives us nasty detentions; dissecting frog intestines, and stuff like that."

"Ew. I'd rather he take points."

Fred had stolen my fork and poked my eggs and sausage. "What did you do to the poor food?" he asked.

"Ketchup in the eggs, maple syrup on my sausage. Why?"

"It looks disgusting!"

"Hey, don't knock it 'til you've tried it." I stole my fork back and shoveled some eggs and bacon in my mouth before cutting up my pancake, spearing some sausage and eggs along with it, and taking a bite.

"You're gross."

"I know."

I saw more Slytherins heading towards the table. Yes, I'm calling them Slytherins because I'm in that house now, and I would just be making fun of myself.

"So," I whispered, "when are we doing our first prank?"

Fred smirked and threw an arm over my shoulders. "Normally we do our start of term prank the first week. We'll find you later to talk about it."

I groaned. "Ugh, I'm going to get so lost today!"

Fred and George looked at each other before looking back at me.

"Maybe not," said Fred.

"After you—" said George.

"—get your timetable—"

"—come with us—"

"—and we might have something that will help."

"Okay. You should go back to your table. Ollie is glaring at you."

The Twins left and I finished my food. Snape handed out our schedules and I looked at mine. Today and Wednesday I had double Potions, double Transfiguration, a free period, lunch, another free period, Astronomy, and Ancient Runes. Tomorrow and Thursday I would have Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic, Herbology, lunch, and midnight Astronomy lessons. No classes on Fridays for me. I glanced up at the Gryffindor table and Fred and George were getting up. I got up too and followed them out.

"So, what's so important?" I asked.

"This," and Fred took out a blank piece of parchment paper. I looked at it and looked back up at the Twins.

"Thanks," I said, confused. "What do I do with it?"

"Tap it with your wand and say, 'I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.'"

I did and I saw ink spidering onto the map. "Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs are proud to present, The Maurader's Map," I read out loud. I opened it and it was a map of the school.

"Thank you so much!" I exclaimed. "I could just kiss you!"

"Now, here's the catch…we need it back," said the Twins.

"I could just duplicate it," I shrugged. "Might not be exactly the same if I don't know what charms were put on it, but it'll be pretty close. It might mix up the names."

I took out my wand and conjured a blank piece of parchment before I started focusing my magic on the Map. I could practically feel the magic in the map. I could tell what some of the spells on it were, but not all of them. I made sure I knew all the important ones, like the one that told you who the person was, all the passwords, the location and tracking spells, and the animation spells.

"Effringo," I whispered. The blank parchment vibrated before the ink spidered onto it. I looked at the map closely and saw a little Amanda P. Bennett dot next to a George F. Weasley and a Fred G. Weasley dot. I looked at the original map and only saw a A. Bennett dot with a G. Weasley and a F. Weasley dot.

"Huh. The new map has the full name with a middle initial," I pondered. "I didn't know you guys had middle names with your twin's first initial."

"After Mum's brothers, Gideon and Fabian," said George.

"Wicked!" exclaimed Fred, examining both maps. You can barely see a difference!"

"It'll probably wear off in a couple weeks to a couple months, depending," I said. "I'm not that good at Charms or Transfiguration. Whoever made this was really good a both. Where did you get this?"

"Nicked it from Filch's office our first year. Took us nearly a fortnight to figure out the passwords," said Fred proudly.

I chuckled and shook my head. "Your poor mother never had a chance with you two, did she?"

"Nope, not one," they both said in unison.

"So, about that prank..." I started.

"Right, so normally we prank the Slytherins. A lot. But, since you're now a Slytherin..."

"No. If we prank the Slytherins, we have to prank me, too. If I get a detention with another teacher, I get one with Snape. So, if I get a weeks detention, I get another with Snape. So, I can't be suspected. But, I will help with the pranks."

"Okay then, problem solved."

"Wait," I stopped George from continuing to speak. "Have you ever signed your pranks?"

"No, people always know it's us," said Fred with a smirk.

"You should start, so then you could deny the first couple of pranks by pranking yourselves too, but then they'll figure out it's you two plus one, just don't give me away. We need a name for ourselves. And nicknames. Like those people who made the Map."

"Well, the Mauraders' nicknames came from their favorite animals, or their Patronus' or something. Names like Prongs and Padfoot, it's pretty easy to guess. Padded feet? A dog, probably. Prongs? Antlers, maybe. A stag? Wormtail could be a mouse or a gerbil or something. And Moony, probably a wolf," said George smartly. Wow. That was the longest thing he said without his brother finishing his thoughts.

"What kind of nicknames do you give for a vulture?" I asked.

They didn't respond.

"Screech...y?" said George slowly.

I laughed. "Screechy. Really. Nothing cool or awesome? A noise that people hate? Really George? How about I sleep on it and look it up, and see what I come up with, okay? Now, what are your Patronus'?"

George blushed. "I'm an orangutang."

I giggled. "A name for an orangutang...well, they have really long arms, right? Stretchy?" I joked.

"Yeah, yeah. That's payback for Screechy. Look it up for me, too?" pleaded George. "And Fred's," he added quickly.

"Okay. What's yours then, Fred?" I turned to him and the butterflies returned.

"I'm a lemur."

"Okay, a monkey, a vulture, and a lemur. Got it. I'll look it up in the library today during my free periods."

"Let us see your timetable," the Twins said in unison.

"My what?"

"The parchment with your classes on it," they elaborated.

"My schedule? Here," I handed it to them.

They read it quickly. "We have Potions, Herbology, Defense, Charms, and all your free periods with you, which is excellent in the ways of pranking," they said. "Potions first thing, though, bad luck, that is."

"If you sit with me, we'll be okay," I shrugged.

We hurried to the Potions lab and made it just in time. Everyone had sat with their friends so it left a table of three in the very back.

I heard a door slam and I almost fell out of my seat. Snape came in and immediately started lecturing. I payed close attention but used a dictation quill for my notes. I saw Fred and George writing each other notes so I nudged them both.

"This is why he hates you," I hissed.

"He's always hated the Gryffs," shrugged George.

"Now, based on my lecture, you should all be able to concoct a Draught of Peace. Remember the dire consequences of a botched potion. Please collect your ingredients now. I expect a completed potion on my desk at the end of class. Begin!" said Snape ominously.

Fred and George looked at each other and gulped. I rolled my eyes.

"I'll get the ingredients, look over my notes in the meantime," I said.

I quickly got the the store room and got the syrup of hellebore, the powdered moonstone and the other ingredients. When I got back to the Twins, they had the cauldron set up and ready to go.

"Okay, before we start, remember that putting more than the necessary amount of ingredients can make the drinker go into a coma. So, it's better to put a little less if not exactly the amount of ingredients. Got it?" They nodded. "Okay then, did you put the water in? Good, it's boiling already. Four tablespoons of the syrup, stir counter clockwise four times and clockwise six times..."

By the end of the class, we had a Draught of Peace, milky white, like it was supposed to be, with the silvery vapor drifting up. Fred and George high-fived and I giggled.

"Mr. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, and Ms. Bennett, do you have something to share with the rest of the class?"

"No, sir," I spoke up quickly before the Twins had a chance to answer, "we just finished a successful Draught of Peace."

Snape glared at our cauldron, but could not say anything bad, so he reluctantly said, "Ten points to each of you. Ms. Bennett, please stay after class."

Class finished quickly. The Twins said they'd wait for me outside.

I approached Snape's desk and he looked up at me.

"Ms. Bennett, you are more than adept at Potions. Next time, please let the insufferable twins do their own work."

"Sir, all I did was read the directions. If you'd rather, I can make-up the potion to prove that I am, in fact, adequate in Potions."

He raised an eyebrow. "You will return here during your lunch period to create this potion."

I saluted. "Yessir." I waited until he dismissed me before joining the Twins outside.

They walked with me to Transfiguration, apologizing for doing all the work and not letting me help. I shrugged; it didn't really matter. I would make it up, and all would be swell. They said they'd skip History of Magic to think up of an awesome, school-wide prank. I rolled my eyes and strolled into McGonagall's class, sitting in the back. I pulled out a piece of parchment and a pencil, not a stupid quill. Hate those shitty things. They get ink everywhere. I started to sketch a tree as everyone poured in. I felt someone sit next to me, but I didn't look up.

"Hello," said someone. I looked up. It was Josie from my dorm. I nodded and went back to my doodle. I looked up at McGonagall's desk, but she wasn't there. A cat, instead, stood perched rigidly on her desk.

"The Professor has a cat?" I asked Josie. She giggled.

"I forgot you didn't know. She did this first day, first year, and every day since. She's an Animagus. I suppose it's more comfortable or something. It scared the willies out of us the first time we saw it."

Transfiguration was one big review of the past four years, emphasizing that this was O.W.L.s year and we would be getting career advice later this year. I started to think about what I wanted to do with my life. Nothing really interested me. I'm not even a citizen of England so I don't think I can be a part of the Ministry of Magic. The Magical Democracy of the United States doesn't interest me. I love kids, but I definitely don't have the patience for teaching. My favorite subject in school is definitely Potions. It's so fascinating to see how combining certain things will either result in either an explosion or a love potion. The properties of boomslang skin and dung beetle juice added just right could create a mild sleeping draft for cranky children, but added out of proportion could create the deadliest poison. I would love to be a Potions Mistress. Perhaps not a conventional, boring one.

I also love Charms. I love modifying the normal charms I use into more useful ones. I love experimenting with both Charms and Potions, but Potions is definitely my favorite. If I had to choose, I would choose Potions. I would love to work with both.

Before I knew it, Transfiguration was over and I headed towards the library to start looking up our nicknames. I didn't even know where to start. The Marauders nicknames themselves after characteristics of their Patronus' or whatever. But, what kind of names can you get from a lemur, a vulture, and a monkey? Stripes, for the striped lemur tail? Talon, for the the vulture's feet? Swings, for the monkey who swings from the treetops? Those names didn't sound very cool, or original. I wandered to the Language section and pulled out several English to foreign language dictionaries. Icelandic, German, French, Italian, Swedish, and Spanish. I took out some parchment and looked through the dictionaries, writing down each animal, and crossing out the ones that looked ridiculous or too like their English counterparts. Finally, the most wonderful nicknames were found. Geier, pronounced Gaya, for me. Apa for George, and Maki for Fred. Mine was German, George's was Swedish, and Fred's was French. While looking through the dictionaries, I also found the perfect nickname for out group. Tori is Italian for prank or joke. Toris. The Toris. I felt incredibly awesome.

"So, whatcha doing?" I heard behind me.

I jumped a foot in the air. "Shit, George, you scared me!"

"I'm Fred." I looked up.

"No, you're George."

"Can't get anything past her, o' brother of mine," said George.

"No, we can't. So, what are you doing?" asked Fred.

"I found the most perfect names for us."

"That's fantastic—"

"—so tell us, then!" they said, alternating their sentences. I rolled my eyes.

"For me," I started, "Gaya, German for vulture."

"Much better than Screechy, wouldn't you agree, George?"

"Too right. Much better. Do you have something better than Stretchy for me, then?"

"For you, Apa, Swedish for monkey."

"Much better than Stretchy," nodded George with a smile.

"For you, Fred, Maki, French for lemur."

"Perfect. You are the greatest, Doe."

"I haven't finished, have I?" I demanded, scowling at Fred for interrupting me.

"Then, please, continue. What amazing name have you found for us?" Fred said sardonically.

"Well, it's Italian for prank. If we add an 's' to it, it still sounds singular, so no one will think it's more than one person. We will prank everyone, including ourselves, so no one suspects us."

"What is it, then?" George demanded.

"The Toris."

I was hugged with murmurs of thanks.

"We also need a codeword for prank so that no one knows we're the ones doing them. Not something like, 'Let's go finish our homework' because everyone knows you two would never say that in public," I explained.

"How about, 'Let's go visit the kitchens.' Then, we could discuss our plans in the kitchens and actually eat, too," decided George.

I shrugged. "Let's go visit the kitchens, then. I need to eat before lunch because I'm making up Snape's potion."

I walked silently into the Potions classroom and took a seat in the middle of the room. I pulled out my book to reread the directions. I added half a cauldron full of water and set it to boil before grabbing the ingredients I needed from the Professor's stock.

"Ms. Bennett," I heard from up front. I looked up the see the Professor. He wasn't there a minute ago.

"Yes, sir?"

"May I ask what you're doing?"

"Remaking my Draught of Peace, sir."

"That's not what I meant. What are you doing with the Sopophorous bean?"

"Slicing it thinly to release the juices, sir."

"Crushing it with the silver of the knife will release more juices," he said snidely. I continued to slice the bean.

"Yes, sir, I know. Professor Zane at Salem taught it to us third year. However, this is the Draught of Peace. If I add too much of any ingredient, it could make the drinker go into a coma."

He nodded. "Ten points to Slytherin. Now, let's say someone was poisoned with...Basilisk venom." I raised an eyebrow. "How would you stabilize the victim before escorting him or her to St. Mungo's for further treatment?"

"A bezoar, sir. And it wouldn't be necessary to escort the victim to St. Mungo's. A simple Antibiotic Potion with a few drops of phoenix tears should help."

"And where would you get the phoenix tears?"

"Dumbledore has one. Saw it when I met with him before coming here. Magical animals are able to understand the human language. That's how owls bred in the magical world understand where to go."

Snape nodded and let me finish my potion. I carefully dipped a vial in the cauldron, stoppered it, and placed it on his desk before cleaning my working station. I sat quietly at my seat and waited for him to dismiss me.

"Ms. Bennett, what would you like to do once you leave Hogwarts?" asked Snape quietly.

"I want to be a Potions Mistress, sir."

He nodded and waved a hand to dismiss me.

"Gaya," hissed George.

"What?" I whispered back. We were in the library, and I was reading up on my Ancient Runes text.

"When are you going to teach us wandless?"

I looked around. "Now, I guess." I looked at Fred and George before pushing an Astronomy text into the middle of the table. "First things first. Pronunciation. It's extremely important for verbal and nonverbal spells."

"How can you pronounce things wrong in nonverbal spells?" asked Fred.

"You still have to say the spell in your head, stupid."

"Right. Sorry."

"Let's start with the most useful and rudimentary Charms spell. Levitation. Say the incantation."

"Wingardium Leviosa," they said in unison.

"Good. At least you paid attention in first year Charms. Next step: visualization. Close your eyes and imagine your magical core. Focus on finding where your magic is as, like, a well of golden magic-y stuff. Do you see it?" They both murmured in the affirmative. "Now, does your mom have a fancy tea set that she takes out for company?" They nodded. "Now take one of those tea cups and fill it with the gold magic from the well. Do you see it?" I asked. They nodded again. "Now this is the hard part. You have to focus your magic into a narrow tube. The visualization for this is hard. I used a pen to focus my magic. Maybe, a quill. Imagine dipping your quill into the cup and it filling with magic. Do you have it?" They didn't move, so I could tell they were concentrating. "Will pick back up on this tonight." They opened their eyes and tried to argue, but I held up a hand. "This is hard stuff, you guys. You need to focus your magic, and not many wizards can do that. During your free time, try to visualize the well and the tea cup with the quill. You guys really need to get this down for it to work. It took me most of second year to decide what I could use to visualize the tube. I couldn't see the tube in my head, so I picked a different object. A quill might be better for you, but if you can't see it in your head, it won't work. If you can't see the quill, pick a different object. I have to go to Ancient Runes. I'll see you at dinner?" They nodded and I headed off.

I sat with Taylor in Ancient Runes. I definitely want to take the O.W.L. in it. You used Ancient Runes to create powerful protection wards. I took careful notes in Ancient Runes using my modified dictation quill. Yes, I modified the spell. I linked the quill to my ears, so it writes down what I hear, but only the important points, according the class, and my decisions on what's important to retain. Took me all of third year, the following summer, and a bit of fourth year to work out the calculations before finally testing it. I love math. Math is great. It helps with almost everything.

Anyway. Dinner. Right.

I was going to sit with my House, but decided against it and immediately found a place next to Oliver.

"Ollie!" I said before hugging him. I ignored the grimace because of the pet name.

"Mandy," he mimicked. I made a face. He laughed. I punched him in the arm. He shut up.

"So what's new, Ollie?"

"Nothing. Quidditch is starting up again soon, and this is my last year, so I really want to win the House Cup. I don't want to let my House down."

"Oh, hey, about that. Are you friendly with a lot of people in other Houses?" I asked.

"A fair few in Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Why?"

"Could you spread the word about a universal reserve team? I was thinking we could meet up...this Saturday? At the pitch at...two-ish? All who want to try out and can fly a broom are able. Do you know the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff Captains, because they could help be the judges. And you too, Ollie. I'll talk to Flint tonight, maybe."

"Okay, spread the word about the universal reserve team, talk to Cedric and Roger, meeting on Saturday at two. Got it. Anything else?"

"Pass the biscuits?"

Fred and George joined us soon, and drove my attention to the prank we;d play on Thursday. It was only Monday, so we'd have time.

"Gaya, we've done that," whispered George.

"We've never repeated a prank," agreed Fred.

"Yeah, Fred and George have never repeated a prank. The Toris have never pulled pranks on this school."

They smiled.

"Where have you been all my life?" asked Fred wistfully. I laughed.

"Stop being such a drama queen. Have you been working on your visualization?" They grimaced.

"It's bloody difficult. I can't see the quill in my head," said Fred frustratedly. George nodded in agreement.

"Don't worry about it. If you can't see the quill, try to find something in a narrow tube shape that you can see clearly. Once you can visualize that, we can actually use the magic. But, I want you guess to promise me something. Pinky swear." They looked confused. "Swear you won't try to use wandless without me. It could be dangerous. Lock pinkies with me."

"We promise," they said in unison and locked pinkies with me. "Why are we doing this?"

"It's the Muggle version of an Unbreakable Vow," I explained. "Break the promise and I get to break your pinkies." They nodded.

"So where are you off to?" asked George.

"I have to find Flint. Later."

I walked towards the Slytherin table as everyone left the Hall to go to their dorms.

"Hey, Flint. Flint! FLINT!" I said, chasing after him. He stopped short and turned to look at me. I almost flinched. He looked like a cannibal.

"What, Bennett?" he snarled.

"I'm starting a universal reserve team. Be at the pitch on Saturday at two to help the others judge the players. There has to be one person at least from each House and majority vote rules. You in?" He looked skeptical. "Look, you're going to get some of the best players from other houses to play for Slytherin. Try not to scare them too much if you want them to play for us, okay? I know you're a cuddly bear once someone gets to know you. Just don't be super scary and be nice, please?"

He sighed. "Fine. I'll be there. Just make sure the other captains behave, too. Just because I'm Slytherin, doesn't mean I'm going to be a Death Eater."

"A what now?"

"A follower of You-Know-Who. And just to let you know, most people don't say his name because before he fell the last time, he was trying to create a taboo on it. So just pass it onto your little Gryffinnerd friends, okay?"

"Thanks, Marcus. See you on Saturday."

He grunted and walked away.

I opened my map and raced up the stairs to the seventh floor where I saw Fred and George enter the Gryffindor commons. The Obese Man-lady wouldn't let me in. So, I saw a small Gyrffindor and gently asked her to tell Fred and George Weasley that Doe was outside waiting for them. She looked terrified and ran into the common room after squeaking out the password. Moments later, the Twins came out.

"What did you do to the poor firstie, Doe?" asked...George. I was sure it was George.

"Nothing! She's just terrified of me! I asked her all sweet and un-Slytherin like, and she just ran off like I just told her I would murder her mother and make her watch! By the way, let me in. I wanna see the Gyff commons."

The spoke the password and the Obese Man-lady looked down her nose at me, but let me in.

Before walking in, I shed my Slytherin tie and robe so I wouldn't totally freak everyone out. Because my hair was blonde yesterday, maybe they wouldn't notice.

When I entered, everyone was in their own little world and didn't notice me. I saw Ron, a bushy-haired girl, and a dark haired boy sitting by the window doing their work. They kept glancing up at the window.

"Who are your brother's friends?" I asked quietly.

"Hermione Granger and Harry Potter," said George.

I decided to see what was wrong and pulled up a chair.

"Hey, Ron," I said with a smile.

"Hullo, Amanda," he said dully, glancing in my direction before looking out the window again.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked.

He sighed and didn't answer.

"Do you know Hagrid?" asked Hermione.

"Big guy, big beard, heavy accent?" I asked.

She nodded. "We had a lesson about Hippogriffs today and Malfoy insulted it." I grimaced. "Buckbeak attacked him, and he's going on and on about the pain when it's only a scratch. His father is really influential and we think Buckbeak might not be around much longer."

"How dumb is that kid?" I asked.

"Pretty dumb," said Harry glumly.

"Hey, cheer up," I said. "If you guys wanna see something funny tomorrow, I suggest you all shower right now." I smirked and waved before joining Fred and George on the couch.

"So, when do we—" said...Fred.

"—wanna do this?" finished George.

"Well, you guys know about guys."

"Really, mate?"

"I couldn't tell."

"Shut the hell up and listen. Do the guys share shampoo and where do they keep it?"

"Most do," said Fred. My heart fluttered again and I held back a blush.

"Only the sissy ones have their own, but they all keep them in the loo. Why?" asked George.

"So you know where all the shampoo is. Duh. All the girls have their own, but they're kept in the bathroom. The problem will be getting into the dorms from the other houses."

"We've been in Ravenclaw, and all you have to do is answer a riddle. We know where the 'Puffs live, but the map doesn't give us the password since it changes all the time. But, we do know Cedric Diggory, and he loves a good prank. As long as we tell him not to say anything, he'll be okay with it."

"If he's chill, we should start now with the Disillusionment Charms," I said before walking into a corner and wandlessly charmed myself. I saw the Twins follow me.

"What does 'chill' mean?" whispered Fred. I rolled my eyes.

"It means 'cool'. Meet outside in ten."

I met the Twins first thing and put tight Glamours around their heads. I added Glamours around mine.

The Twins were now supporting blonde mohawks. I had really short pixie style hair in electric blue. I couldn't wait to see everyone else.

Draco Malfoy was bald with green eyebrows. Ugly was also bald. The students were freaking out and the teachers didn't look happy. Dumbledore was the only exception. He looked very amused as he smoothed his long, straight brown hair. His beard was gone, and his hand kept stroking his smooth chin.

I smirked at the large banner across the Great Hall.

"Enjoy your gift. Love, Toris."

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