"Well?" a low voice questioned

"Done and done, now if you'd follow me." The girl swung her hair over her shoulder and walked past the two dungeon hallways through the stone lined opening in the wall leading only into darkness. At the head of the line of much more mature Slytherin's, her heart pounded as she stopped at a lone door.

"What is it Phoebe?" The leading voice lit his wand, the light glowed into his face, shining in his grey eyes, illuminating his white blonde hair, "What do we want with the damned swimming pool?"

"Malfoy, shut your spoiled mouth and let her explain," Blaise insisted, giving Phoebe a wink, "You can swear her up to your delight if she screws up. Pardon my French little lady." Phoebe held back from reacting to being referred to as a 'little lady', composed herself, and took a deep breath, knowing she would have them in her palm once she opened the door.

"Gentlemen, this is not a pool tonight."

Goyle interrupted "Is this going to lead to food or a kiss?" He sarcastically puckered his lips.

Phoebe ignored him and opened the heavy door revealing the exact circular room she had been in fifteen minutes ago. Before any of the boys could say anything, she quietly latched the door. Folding her arms over her sweater clad chest she proudly smirked.

"Very nice Orion" Malfoy finally broke the silence.

"Is that some sort of spy device?" Crabbe peeped

"Like a hologram?" another member asked

"No, it's the actual thing." Phoebe replied smugly. The group, who had been beginning to walk back towards the common room stopped in their tracks and looked towards her, question marks nearly appearing in their pupils.

"I got in the room like you said to, had all their belongings scattered around the Whomping Willow, transfigured their bodies to look like Jason Cray," She paused as she saw the Slytherin grin creep across each boys face at the mention of the 7th year Hufflepuff student, who while covered in pimples and oddly placed body hair had a quite pre-pubescent body, a cross between childhood pudge and tween scrawniness. Phoebe interrupted the conniving minds of the young men in front of her by continuing on with her carefully thought out speech. "They will each have their own face, and have no choice but to leave here for the Great Hall at breakfast."

"How do you know they will do that" Crabbe argued, giving her a look that Phoebe was sure was meant to be offensive, so she fought back, raising to his level of haughtiness.

"Well, see young Crabbe, in wizarding schools we learn magic, spells, potions, hexes. I can positively tell you, they will do exactly as I have just told you. There will be no error or fault in my plans. You, however, not only have errors and faults in your magic, but in yourself. You might want to go check on that unibrow of yours that's coming in, not like it would make a difference." She was now on tiptoes, her face ten inches away from Crabbe. "Night boys." She spun around on the dark marble floor and sashayed down the dark hall towards the girls dorms, but before she opened the heavy door she shimmied up against the wall and glided on the marble with her socked feet back towards the common room until she could hear the group of boys she had just left.

"That's impressive magic", one said, "I haven't seen anything like that before."

"She's awful," whined another, most likely Crabbe

"And a girl, why would she be the first girl inducted?"

"Mate, she's hardly a girl, think about it. Ever seen a feminine quality about her? Definitely not her looks."

"Bloody hell," Phoebe recognized the voice as the first one who had spoken. "If you have a problem with having a girl in the society then you shouldn't have a problem with Orion, seeing as you all think she's a man. Do all of you remember what her heritage is? And with magic that good?" Phoebe felt a pang in her heart of compassion for this person. She had tried to pull out specific voices through their conversations, but the tones of the five boys were too similar to decipher. Not wanting to hear anything else negative, even though she knew she should listen for their dislikes, Phoebe walked to the door, into the girl's dorms and into bed, her head buzzing.