"Detention, Ms. Notte," Professor McGonagall prescribed. The class was still holding in fits of giggles from Melissa's exploding note. "And you as well Mr. Jordan." Lee was too busy wiping the ash from his face to even notice that he had gotten another detention. He and the twins had received detentions so often lately that they regularly forgot when they had them and usually just showed up just in case. Today, the twins were absent from their study period. Apparently their Skiving Snack Boxes were in dire need of attention.
Melissa sat stubbornly with her arms crossed in front of her chest. He scoffed at her; as if he had wanted an extra detention.
"Lines for the both of you." Professor McGonagall handed them each a sheet of parchment. "I'm keeping you here until four thirty." Lee opened his mouth to argue but she quickly shut him up. "Unless, Mr. Jordan, you would prefer that I take points from Gryffindor." He slumped back into his seat and took out his quill. Professor McGonagall left the room promptly for an errand. Lee was mumbling through his lines; thankful for his self inking quill, courtesy of Fred and George. I will not disrupt the class. I will not disrupt the class. I will not disrupt the class. Melissa sat at her seat with a smug expression as she had charmed her quill to write on its own.
"Want me to do yours?" Her question was directed to the only other person in the class room, though he didn't seem to appreciate her offer. Finally, in complete frustration, he threw his quill onto the parchment and leaned back in his seat.
"Please," he begged. Melissa smiled at his improved attitude and charmed his quill as well.
"Sorry about getting you into detention. I was trying to get the note all the way down to the Slytherin end of the table. At least then it would have been worth it." Lee chuckled and she took that as an acceptance to her apology. "That Malfoy needed a good exploding note to the face. He's been much too cheerful nowadays since Dumbledore has been a bit off his rocker; more than usual anyways."
"We've been playing thousands of pranks on Malfoy and his group. You're welcome to join us. It couldn't hurt to have a few more hands. Though I warn you, it's gotten to the point that we're usually accused for things we haven't gotten to yet." Melissa stifled a giggle at that last point. Lee looked at her with confusion.
"Ok, confession time!" Melissa laughed, "Those were probably my fault."
"What?"
"You three usually get away with a lot among the other students and so I can usually smuggle things into the castle without having to hide from everyone."
"What are you talking about?" Instead of openly explaining her situation, she pulled out her wand and pointed to her hair.
"Morphus totalus!" Her hair had turned to a bright shade of copper similar to Fred and George's. Lee jumped in his chair at the thought of the possibilities held in this charm.
"Blimey that's brilliant!" Lee whispered to himself. Melissa smiled and continued to change parts of her anatomy for amusement. Her eyes turned to a bright shade of blue and her nose flattened itself. Soon, she looked scarily similar to a Weasley. They were giggling out of their minds by now; completely entertained by her abilities. Suddenly, they heard a clacking sound in the closest corridor and Melissa changed back in the flick of her wand and took hold of her enchanted quill.
By now, both of their heads were back into their parchment and they both stifled snickers. When McGonagall turned her back, Lee sent a small note to the desk Melissa was seated at.
Gryffindor common room. Tonight. After dinner.