Of Owls, Best Friends and Plans in Action

Don't get mad, get even.

Robert F. Kennedy

"Oi Red!" I heard as I sat munching on cornflakes at the Gryffindor table the next morning.

I laughed at the old nickname, and swiveled around on the bench to see a very disheveled looking Libby running along the gaps between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables.

"Nice hair." I commented, waving at her terrible bed head that looked as though it had matted together in some parts.

She rolled her eyes, and grabbed a croissant off my plate.

"Oi!" I exclaimed, but Libby just ruffled my hair, taking no notice as I tried to snatch the croissant out of her hand.

"Where were you last night?" I asked, eventually realizing she wasn't giving my croissant back.

"Aw, was ickle Red Evans worried? – "

"Quit with the sarcasm." I mumbled in the middle of what she was trying to say, but once again she ignored me.

"I went straight to the dorms and scoffed pumpkin pastries all night, couldn't be bothered to watch the first years get sorted."

We ate in silence for a few moments before Libby decided to break the peace.

"Soo…"

"Uh huh?" I replied slowly, looking directly at her. The mischievous glint in her eye made me guess right away what she was going to say.

"Sharing a dorm with Potter eh?"

"Not a dorm." I muttered, "Just a common room and a bath room. It's horrible! He's such a conceited little toad and he just makes me want to spe-"

"Don't need a visual when I'm eating, thanks." She said, interrupting me from my minutely rant about Potter.

"Oh."

"Yes, oh." She looked thoughtful for a while and I was momentarily shocked but then: "Reeeed?" She whined, "Pretty pwease with a massive cherry and lots and lots of chocolate chips and marshmallows on top, can I camp in your dorm tonight"

I laughed, biting into a new croissant, "No." I said simply.

"But you have noidea how horrible it is without you, in a dorm filled with air head bimbos with their heads so far stuck up their ar-"

"I get it!" I cried before she continued, "Eating, remember?"

She grinned and punched the air triumphantly. "Knew you'd understand precious gem of a Lily flower, how your beauty grows in each morning light, and – "

"That's my Lily flower you're talking to, stop flirting with her."

I groaned as I heard Potter behind me. He put his hands on my shoulders, which I slapped off immediately, but he continued, "Y'know Kips, you would be the last person I would ever imagine to become a lesbian. Although now I think about it, you've never kept a boyfriend for more then 3 weeks - " Libby interrupted saying it was longer then he had ever had a girlfriend, but Potter didn't seem to hear her, and carried on " – and you're the only girl who plays quidditch at this school and you hang out with Lily way to often, and anyone who sees her rapturous beauty is instantly blown away by it."

Libby started to have a strange coughing fit when he mentioned 'rapturous beauty', whereas I could feel my whole face becoming a ghastly shade of crimson, from my chin to the roots of my hair.

"Piss off Potter." I growled as he sat down next to me, forcing a group of 2nd years to be squished along, each grumbling about stuck up seventh years and how they think they own the school.

When James' didn't move, I nudged Kips (aka Libby) as I gathered my belongings, and we both set off out the hall to out first lesson on the year.

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"You know, I pity him." Kips said when she was laying on a camping mattress in my dorm, "it must be horrible to be so deeply infatuated with a girl but to have her completely hate your guts."

"Don't tell me you think I should give him a chance? Ooh, no. I hate him and his irritating, toad like resemblance! And last night…I did tell you about what he did last night didn't I? At the welcoming feast?" Libby nodded her head and rolled her eyes, "Well anyway, how can he not expect me to hate him after that? I was absolutely mortified!"

I took a deep breath, attempting to cool the racing amount of hatred coursing though my veins.

"I don't mean date him. I mean, get him back." I looked down at Kips when she said this, her face alight with a mischievous gleam, she also seemed to be smiling demonically which I have to say, was slightly creepy.

"Get him back…how exactly?"

"He's totally and completely and utterly, head over nuts in love with you."

I clapped my hands sarcastically slowly, but Kips didn't look in the least bit phased.

"So…use it to your advantage!" she cried, jumping up so she was standing on her camping mattress. She did a sort of victory dance and kept hollering "whoop, whoop, whoop!"

"I do worry for your sanity. It seems to be slipping at every passing day…" I said slowly shaking my head as she attempted to pole dance on one of the wooden posters of my bed. "I am officially scarred for life." I mumbled covering my head with my blankets.

"Oi! Red, I haven't finished yet!" she complained as she tucked her self back into the camping bed, "its war."

I looked at her as she bit her lip.

"Well, prank the pranksters back…you're a wiz at potions, right? I'm sure there's some sort of potion, which would rid them of their gnoolies and then play innocent when you're interrogated. "

"Rid them of their - wait what did you call them? 'Gnoolies?' that has to be the most random word ever…"

She tutted and said, "Well if you don't want to say gnoolies, just say your going to make their shoes shrink, and you know what they say, big shoes, big – "

"Okay! Fine, I'll start looking for a potion tomorrow."

Kips clapped her hands excitedly and exclaimed, "I've corrupted Red! Halleluiah."

I laughed at her over enthusiasm.

"Ooh Potter, you're going to regret messing with Kips and Red." I muttered, blowing my hair out of my face as I lay down to sleep.

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Authors note: Hmm...i do hope you all liked. I know Lily is slightly OOC, but I mean, SHE'S BORING if she's, y'know, studious and up her self, so neh. Well, let me know what you think!! xD ReviewReviewReview! Haha. THANK YOU FOR READING!