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Emephia:

The morning after the feast I sat at breakfast eavesdropping in on the students around me as I waited for my friends to wake up. There was only one thing on Hogwarts' mind at that moment: the Triwizard Tournament.

There wasn't anyone in the school that was not excited for the Triwizard Tournament. The three cute ravenclaw boys next to me were excited about entering and were discussing what they would spend the prize money on if they won. A small girl and her sleepy friend sat opposite me were excited about the tasks that the champions had to compete in and were debating whether or not it'd include duelling. Four hufflepuff's on the next table were, very loudly, excited about the "hot French birds" that would be visiting the school from Beauxbatons, which caused several more people to gossip about the visitors from abroad. Even Fred and George Weasley, behind me on the gryffindor table, were chatting about the possible ways that the students would enter (through teachers, putting their name on a list, duelling a dragon) and how they were going to trick their way to enter under-age. It was going to be so amusing to watch when their plan went terribly wrong.

However, the person my main focus was on wasn't even in the hall. Lee bloody Jordan, the prat who pushed me into the fucking great lake, was absent for breakfast. Though, he wasn't the only one who hadn't come down yet, but I fortunately knew the Weasley twins. The twins would not let Jordan sleep longer than them, they thought it was "unfair that he should get that luxury when they had to go through the torture of waking up early". So, either the infamous Weasleys had decided to be nice to their idiot friend, which I doubted, or Jordan was avoiding me. Oh well, I could spend that time thinking of ways to get him back.

Firstly, there was the obvious way: Push him into the great lake. But that would be matching his behaviour. No, I wanted to over-shine his behaviour so he would never even think of playing a joke on me again.

Second, there was the easiest way: Create some terrible rumour that would embarrass and humiliate him. No one would question what I'd told them because I passed round loads of rumours all the time. However, that was most likely what Jordan expected as payback and why he was avoiding breakfast. He probably thought I'd spread something nasty already and didn't want to face it, the coward.

I didn't like making things up. Sure, I was aware that half of the stuff I hear from people weren't true, but I was just the messenger. I could easily separate most of the facts from lies and I would tell people what I thought if they asked. Hardly anyone asked. If there was a rumour going about that was life ruining, I would check up on it thoroughly before telling anyone else about it. Though those were the ones that usually got around the school whether I got involved or not.

For that reason, I had to either spread an embarrassing rumour of Jordan that wasn't of my own creation, or do something unexpected to get him back. So far I'd only heard that Jordan and a gryffindor in my year, Angelina Johnson, hooked up during the summer. Not embarrassing and was total bullshit. Angelina currently fancied Fred Weasley. Or was it George? I need to learn how to tell them apart. Anyway, we were also on friendlyish terms so I didn't want to do anything to hurt her.

Ugh. That plan of revenge was going to be hard.

"Hi!" A cheerful voice startled my thoughts and I jumped in surprise. Cleo sat neatly beside me at the table. Bloody hell I needed to put a bell on that girl. Or at least teach her to walk loudly. I swore she tiptoed everywhere.

"Where have you been?" I questioned, "Everyone's been given our timetables' already and breakfast will be over soon." Cleo smiled and dug through her backpack.

"I was helping Professor Sprout carry some Cobra Lily plants to the greenhouse. She gave me my timetable." She pulled out a piece of parchment, her timetable, and waved it in emphasis.

"What are you taking?" I grabbed the timetable out of her hand. Cleo then took my timetable from next to my breakfast and read over it as I skimmed over hers. Cleo and I were only taking two classes together from then onwards. Charms and Astronomy.

"You're taking Defence Against the Dark Arts? I guess you can tell me what the new Professor is like." Cleo said. Oh yes, Professor Moody. If the students weren't discussing the Triwizard Tournament, they were talking about Professor Moody. Apparently he was an auror. A dark wizard catcher. He may have scared most the students, but I thought he'd be great at teaching defence since he'd probably lived through what he was going to teach us. I couldn't wait for the first Defence lesson.

"Why are you still taking muggle studies? You're a muggleborn." I once again jumped in surprised, now with Cleo joining in, as a voice startled us. Penny stood behind me, peering over my shoulder to read Cleo's timetable. Turned out their were two people I needed to attach bells to.

"The topics they chose to study about us are interesting." Cleo defended once she'd calmed down. I rolled my eyes at her use of "us". She may be a witch, but no one would be able to get Cleo away from her muggle heritage. She thought of herself as much as a muggle as her family was.

A flash in the corner of my vision caught my attention and I noticed Ellie dash through the entrance and to the nearest table, slytherin. At least one of my friends didn't sneak around silently like a bloody ghost. She quickly grabbed a couple of pieces of bacon and whipped her head around the hall in search for us. I could see the slytherin boys around her saying something while looking tense so I called out before they started anything.

"Ellie! Over here!" Her body relaxed and she strolled over with the bacon stuffed in her mouth. Her hair didn't look too different than it did when she'd wrestled Penny last night and her uniform looked like she'd dressed in a rush. I guessed she woke up late. I grabbed my wand out of my bag and waved it over Ellie's body. Instantly her uniform unruffled and her hair smoothed out. I'd researched a few beauty and tidy spells last night, so my friends and I never had to go to dinner again looking like we did at the welcome feast. I didn't think I'd ever been that embarrassed in my life.

"Thanks," Ellie said with a mouthful of food. I grimaced. That girl needed to learn her manners.

"How is it that I was the only one who was on time?" I exclaimed.

"Because you get up early anyway." Penny looked at me like I was crazy. I elbowed her in retaliation. Not my fault my parents didn't let me sleep past 8am.

"Ow!" she cried and moved away. She sat down on Cleo's other side and held her stomach. "That hurt!" Ellie laughed and Cleo hid a smirk. The food on the tables suddenly disappeared and the students around us started to head to their first lesson. Cleo and I gave our timetables back to each other.

"Shit!" Ellie cursed and got up off the bench. "I've got to get my timetable off Mcgonagall." She scampered off in search for the gryffindor head. Penny too stood.

"I've got to find Snape, tell him I overslept and need my timetable." She didn't look happy about having to talk to the professor. I didn't blame her. Snape's a twat. He was better towards the slytherin students though, not that it was much of an improvement.

"I'll walk with you to muggle studies." I told Cleo as we headed out of the hall. "I've got a free period."

Ellie:

I managed to flag down professor Mcgonagall, get my timetable and arrive at my first lesson on time. Cleo and I managed to grab seats at the back, giving us a great view of the class and the students in it. Specifically the gorgeous ravenclaw quidditch chaser, Roger Davies, two rows in front. Cleo didn't seem to mind the view either, as Davies had partnered with his best friend Kenneth Towler. She'd had a crush on the guy since he'd saved her from getting attacked by a plant in herbology in 4th year. He was no Roger Davies, but he was cute and the girls in my dorm spent a ridiculous amount of nights giggling about his rugged long dark hair and "sparkling" blue eyes. And he most definitely didn't deserve Cleo's attention. That was probably the "older sibling" instinct, that everyone associated with Cleo seemed to have, talking. But she was too innocent. The girl hadn't even had her first kiss yet! It was wrong to develop these feelings for a boy who'd had his more than fair share of girls, including an on and off thing with Emephia. I wasn't sure what had gone on between them two, and I didn't want to know, but Emephia put a stop to it once she found out how Cleo felt. She actually turned quite cold towards Towler, due to that protective instinct. Cleo didn't know but the rest of us girls had stopped her and Towler interacting as much as possible for the past two years. Only Emephia, Penny and I knew about this crush. Merlin knows what would happen if the others found out. Cedric Diggory and Leo Pure, another hufflepuff, would threaten him. Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet would most definitely hex him. Lee would probably curse him while he slept. Fred and George would blast off a certain part of his anatomy. Even a few of the slytherins were protective over Cleo, due to her kind nature, and would most likely do something to the poor sod. It would be amusing but a lot of trouble, which was why we tried to keep it as secret as possible. Plus, Cleo would die if anyone else knew. She barely even talked to Penny, Emephia and I when we found out.

My thoughts were interrupted by my notebook on the desk changing colour. I smiled and turned to page 305. How's muggle studies going?, was messily written on the top of the page. Penny's handwriting.

It's good! Learning about muggle school at the moment, appeared underneath. I looked over to find that Cleo had opened her notebook too.

How fun, came up in neat cursive. Emephia.

Apparently muggles have to learn their own language!, I joined the conversation.

English is more than learning the language, Ellie. It teaches you about writing stories and stuff, Cleo replied.

Penny and Cleo came up with these notebooks a few years ago, to help us communicate without an owl. Cleo got the idea when she told me about a instant messaging thing called texting, done with a muggle device called a mobile phone. Penny decided to make it a notebook so we could talk during class and make it look like we're taking notes. They charmed the book so it worked normally on all the pages except 305, which anything written on it would appear on page 305 of the other's books. Mine's cover was also charmed to change colour when there was a new message. The colour change was a bit suspicious, but wouldn't give away to anyone what it meant so I thought it would help me not miss anything. Cleo's was charmed so her name, written on the inside of the cover, would change colour. Penny's was charmed so the hogwarts crest on the cover would change to the slytherin symbol. Emephia didn't have a charm, worried that a know-it-all ravenclaw would be able to figure out what it meant.

We carried on with the conversation till the end of the lesson. I headed to the dungeons and met up with Emephia and Penny for potions. The class started rubbish as usual. Snape gave us a ridiculously advanced potion to brew and let us get on with it without help. I partnered with Penny, Emephia partnered with Alicia Spinnet.

"How the hell are we supposed to do this!?" Penny complained after putting two newt eyes into the boiling cauldron. "It says here that we have to apply the beetroot powder four minutes and twenty-four seconds after we've added the newt eyes to the cauldron. It's down to the second! We need to start counting." A noise at the back of the room startled us and we turned to see Lee Jordan walk into the class and apologise for being late, claiming that professor Sprout needed him for something. Emephia, opposite me on the table, tensed.

"Very well." Snape seemed satisfied by the note Lee had given him. "You'll have to partner with Mr Crosswell." Lee nodded and headed over to Mike Crosswell, who caught him up with what he'd missed. We spent the rest of the lesson trying to figure the potion out. No one got the chance to chat because the task needed our whole attention. If Snape was expecting us to get it perfect, he was in for a big surprise.

"It says it should be teal. Ours is definitely not teal." I said to Penny when we finished the last step. We both looked sadly at our vibrant orange potion.

"It's because we didn't count right when putting the beetroot in. Or maybe we got the measurements wrong for the goat's eyelashes." Penny sighed and went over the instructions again.

"Ours isn't much better." Alicia stated while Emephia stirred their glittering purple potion. "It looks better than Lee and Crosswell's potions though." She smirked to the other side of the class. I followed her line of sight and saw the two boys staring confused at the black liquid in their cauldron.

"I don't want to know what that would do to someone." I laughed. Emephia perked up a little from the brooding bubble she'd been in since Lee walked into class and looked over at him with a glint in her eye that I usually see in the boy she was staring at or the twins.

"Emephia?" I asked, intrigued by this new development.

"Yes?" She answered sweetly and smiled.

"What you thinking?"

"Revenge." If I hadn't been looking at her so closely, I would've missed the quick flick of her wand in Lee's direction. His potion suddenly exploded and drowned him and Crosswell in thick black gloop. Emephia watched with a satisfied smirk.

Snape sent them to the hospital wing not long after. The potion stuck to everything it came in contact with and Snape had told everyone in the class to get out so he could get rid of the rest of it. Emephia dragged a very shocked Penny and I through the corridors to the library, where we found our tiny hufflepuff friend.

"Emephia's finally cracked!" Penny cried at Cleo. Madam Pince sent us a glare and snapped a "be quiet" to Penny.

"Sorry." Penny apologised to the librarian in a hushed tone.

"She made Lee's potion explode all over him and Mike Crosswell. They were sent to the hospital wing." I continued in an excited whisper. It was brilliant! Who knew Emephia had it in her. She never pulled pranks, that was usually Penny and I. Cleo looked at us in surprise and she quickly pulled us out of the library, levitating her stuff along the way. She adopted her mother act that came out when she got worried and angry with us and pressed her lips firmly together.

"What!" Cleo rounded on Emephia, "are they okay?!" I inwardly laughed, of course she's worried about the people who got hurt and not whether Emephia got in trouble.

"They'll be fine." Emephia waved her off. Cleo looked at her incredulously.

"Were they hurt?" Cleo asked concerned.

"No..." Emephia dragged with her face screwed up a little. Cleo raised her eyes expectantly at her to continue. Merlin, she would make a good mother in the future. She's got the cross look down already.

"They were complaining about it feeling funny, but they weren't in pain." Penny finished for Emephia, leaving out how the potion dried rock hard and the boys were barely able to move. Cleo's attitude softened a bit but she was still eyeing Emephia. I laughed and hugged our new prankster.

"Welcome to the club, Emephia! Messing with people will be so much easier now that there are three people." I cheered happily. Penny smiled and agreed. Emephia looked at us two bouncing on our feet and groaned.

"No no no." She put her hand out in a "stop" gesture. "This was a one-off thing for revenge. I won't take part in anything else. I'm completely done. I'm going up to my common room now." She waved at us and rushed desperately off through the corridor. A chorus of abuse followed her from Penny and I.

"Come on, let's go to transfiguration." Cleo laughed.

Transfiguration turned out alright. Mcgonagall gave us a big speech about our NEWTs and we got to choose our partners. Though Penny and Cleo were "strongly advised" by the professor to pair up. This happened every year, Mcgonagall didn't trust Penny and I together in a class. I partnered instead with one of the Weasley twins, who was surprisingly missing his other half.

"Where's Fred?" I asked as I sat down next him at the table. George feigned hurt.

"I'll have you know that Fred and I are two separate people and are capable of being apart." He replied and I rolled my eyes.

"He didn't pass transfiguration, did he?"

"Nope. got a Dreadful." George said cheerfully. I wasn't surprised. Actually, I was more surprised that George managed to pass.

"What did you get?" I asked.

"What is this twenty questions?" George fired back. Ooo, someone was a bit touchy about their grade. "Anyway, how did you know I was George?" He added.

"Lucky guess." I shrugged. It was true. I, just like pretty much everyone else, couldn't tell George or Fred Weasley apart. Lee even told me that their mother got them mixed up sometimes. I bet that was due to the twins messing with her too much and confusing her. The only people who could tell them completely apart was Lee and Cleo. Lee had lived with them more in the past five years than their mum had so I guessed that would explain that. But Cleo? She couldn't even tell how she knew them apart, no matter how many times the twins tried to fool her.

"Always a lucky guess." George muttered dissapointedly under his breath and I had to strain to hear him. I didn't get time to think into what he'd said because a split second after Professor Mcgonagall started giving instructions on how to transfigure beetles into pincushions. By the end of class, only three people in the class had managed to completely transform their beetle. Mine looked like a weird lump and George's beetle had a soft top.

Fred was waiting outside when we finished and he grabbed George as soon as we stepped into the corridor. George called a quick "bye Ellie!" as Fred quickly dragged him away to probably get up to some kind mischief.

I didn't see the twins again till later that night, when I was in the gryffindor common room. I sat in front of the fire, trying to get the hang of knitting the muggle way. I'd always had a liking for crafty things and had mastered the magical way of knitting a couple years ago but found it boring. I found a book over the summer with patterns and techniques for doing it like a muggle and thought I'd give it a go. It had gone alright so far, I was halfway through a decent-ish scarf. I had just finished another row when the entrance to the common room opened. Since it was well past midnight, and all the other students had gone to bed, I could hear their conversation.

"You sure it was her? You did get the potion wrong, it could've just exploded anyway." One of the twins clambered through. Fred?

"No, George." Oh, that answered it. "You should have seen her face when I passed her. It was definitely Virgo's fault." An angry Lee appeared in the room after George, closely followed by a laughing Fred.

"You did deserve it mate. You seriously thought she wasn't going to get revenge on you pushing her in the lake?" Fred chuckled. Lee groaned.

"I thought she would spread some rumour. Not cover me in a fucking potion. Madam Pomfrey got it all off but I can't stop bloody itching." Lee viciously scratched his arm. Emephia would love how worked up he'd gotten. George then noticed that I was in the room and walked over.

"Out after curfew?" I said and shook my head at him in shame. "That could get you a detention you know." George sat cross-legged next to me on the floor. His bright red hair had grown a lot over the summer holidays and was shining in the warm firelight.

"And how many times have you been out after hours miss Baylee?" George laughed.

"touché" I nudged his shoulder and he laughed louder. Fred and Lee looked our way.

"Ellie!" Lee stopped his rant when he saw me. "Tell Virgo that she's started a war!" He then stormed up the boy's staircase muttering curses towards Emephia and carried on scratching everywhere. I had a feeling that things were about to become very interesting for my ravenclaw friend.

"Technically, you're the one that started the war by pushing her in the lake." Fred called to Lee and followed him up the staircase. Leaving George and I alone.

"I guess I've got to tell Emephia to watch her back." I commented. George nodded in thought.

"Judging by today, Lee's the one that should watch his back." He laughed and I smiled at the memory of Emephia's sudden mischief. George and I carried on talking for a while. About Emephia and Lee, what we did over the summer, our new classes. We eventually abandoned our places on the floor for the sofa. George sat up with his arm around my shoulder and I was leaning into him with my legs curled up against his. We had been in this position for the past ten minutes in silence. Relaxing in the peaceful environment and watching the fire flicker.

It was nice, whatever that was. We'd always been good friends. Our troublesome personalities made it almost impossible to not be. There were many nights where we'd sit, joke and plan pranks. But Fred was usually there too, and they normally never shut up. I thought they just hated silence. However, George looked perfectly content at that moment. It was completely new territory for me.

"What were you doing when we came in?" George asked and broke me out of my thoughts. I followed his line of sight and saw my project laying discarded on the carpet.

"Oh! Knitting." I answered happily, lifted George's arm and got off the sofa, not noticing the look of disappointment on George's face when I left him. I felt a loss of warmth that caused me to move closer to the fire and I picked up the scarf, wool and needles. George looked confused at my work.

"What are you knitting?" He tilted his head, as if a different angle would help him figure out what it was. I huffed.

"A scarf." I frowned. It was obvious what it was. George burst out laughing and quickly put a hand over his mouth to try to calm down. I not-so-patiently waited for him to sort himself out, tapping my foot on the floor repeatedly.

"How did you manage to mess up a scarf!?" He stopped trying to hide his amusement and laughed even louder. I angrily shushed him and crossed my arms. I hadn't messed it up, he was trying to get a rise out of me.

"I didn't mess it up. You can easily tell what it is." I defended.

"It's terrible." He raised himself off the sofa and came over to get a better look.

"It's only half done. It'll look better once it's finished." It wasn't perfect, of course. It was my first try, I didn't expect it look great. But it wasn't hideous either. George was being plain rude! How dare he!

"Sure." George didn't look convinced.

"Fine!" I cried. "You're not getting one for Christmas then." He startled for a second and managed to stop laughing. I'd got him interested.

"What do you mean?" His eyes shone with amusement.

"I was going to knit everyone a scarf for Christmas. But since you don't like my scarves, you won't get one." I waved the scarf in front of him to add emphasis to the sentence. I didn't mind not knitting him a scarf, it meant less work for me. He grabbed my wrist and smiled.

"I didn't say I don't like your scarf. I was just saying that your knitting skills need improving." His eyes softened but his voice was still playful.

"There's a difference?" I asked. George nodded and let go of my wrist. His touch lingered and I had to shake the sudden tingley feeling that shot up my arm. What is going on with me? This is George!

"I would wear your questionable scarf with pride if you gave me one." He announced and took the purple accessory out of my hand. I gave him a shove for the use of the word "questionable".

"I think this colour suits me, don't you?" He held it up to his neck and spun around on the spot.

"Sure." Taking on the same unconvinced tone that George did earlier. He passed me the scarf back and his smile turned into a smirk.

"You know, I'm going to look great on Christmas in my knitted Weasley jumper from mum and whatever that turns out like." He said.

"Weasley jumper?" I asked. He shook his head in thought.

"My mum knits jumpers for everyone every Christmas. I still have the ones she made when I was a baby." His smirk changed once again to something I couldn't place as he went down memory lane. Though I could easily tell that those memories made him really happy. This Weasley jumper thing must have been a nice tradition. His mum had a good idea, knitting them clothes every Christmas. I guessed it must make the other people in George's family just as happy. I'd love to have a nice tradition like that.

"I think that's what I'm going to do." I claimed excitedly. George squinted at me.

"What?" He asked, confused.

"Knit everyone scarves every Christmas." I smiled. George looked at me cautiously.

"Oh no. I've accidentally started something haven't I?" Uncertainty laced his voice. I wasn't sure whether he was proud of this or not. I guessed not.

"Something brilliant." It was a great idea. I wanted to create things that would make people feel warm and fuzzy like George obviously did with his mum's jumpers. To him, these jumpers were a symbol of home and comfort.

"My mum's going to love you." He said more to himself than me. Wait, when was I going to meet his mother? He glanced at me with a look I couldn't place and smiled.

"I better be going to bed." George shook his head and I got a feeling that he, again, said this more to himself.

"Alright." I said as he made his way to the boy's staircase. He looked back once he got there to say a small "goodnight" and quickly went up the stairs to his dorm.

"Goodnight." I muttered confused to the empty room. What was all that about?