"Blake, get up!"

"No dad"

"Blake"

"Dad'

"Blake, up"

"Dad, no"

"It's your first day back at school today Blake, I won't be nagging you to get up until Christmas'

"Well unless you leave me alone then I think I might stay at Hogwarts for Christmas, but turn off the lights, I have a massive hangover"

"Yeah, because they'd let you away with being drunk at Hogwarts at Christmas"

"They let me away with it all year round" I told him, digging my face deeper into my pillow. "As long as they don't know"

"Well, you have one more year of getting away with that before you're out in the real world." He reminded me.

"Whatever" I rolled over to face him. He was sitting on the bed holding out a glass of water.

"You know I miss you when your not here" He told me.

"Really? After the way I am I'd of thought you'd be glad to get rid of me"

"Oh believe me, I will. It will be nice to have some time without chasing after you. But I just get lonely without you" He told me.

"Well that's very sweet" I told him as I took a swig of the hangover potion that I kept on my bedside table. My nose scrunched up at the taste.

"You know you wouldn't need that potion if you didn't drink in the first place" He sung.

"Whatever" I rolled my eyes. "Make me some breakfast and I'll get dressed"


I strolled onto the platform with my head held high and everyone staring at me. I was use to it of course. Having a famous dad and making a name for myself made me well known amongst pretty much everyone.

My dad helped me load my trunk onto the train, occasionally saying hello to friends he knew from Hogwarts. When I was all ready and prepared to go, he pulled me aside for a quiet word out of ear shot from everyone.

"I know you don't want to hear this Blake but you really need to be good this year." He told me. I scoffed in response, rolling my eyes at his talk. "You know what I mean, I can't keep begging for them to keep you at school, you're lucky I helped McGonagall win the Quiddich cup in 1994, but you're still on dangerous ground. So you know what that means"

My eyes rolled once again in response.

"It means no fighting, no drinking, no swearing, no pranks, no skipping classes or sneaking off to Hogsmeade..."

"Etc. Etc. I got it dad, I'll try to be good" I sarcastically remarked.

"I'm being serious" He told me.

"So am I, don't worry about me. It's yourself you should be worried about" I told him. I quickly wrapped my arms around him, embracing him in a hug. "Love you daddy, see you at christmas!" I smiled, before running off in search of Roxanne.

"What do you want Potter?" I spat, as I came across him in the one of the compartments.

"To leave your presence Wood" He sang. His head suddenly turned up and looked at my face. "God, you look awful!" he announced.

"So does your face" I maturely replied.

"Don't be jealous Wood, my face is stunning" He smiled.

"Potter you have a face arse" I told him, referring to the dimple on his chin.

"Honestly Wood, Have you seen my arse? It's perfect" He told me, turning around to give me a nice look at it.

"You honestly think that is perfect?" I asked him, sarcastically. I mean I was never going to admit that he did have an incredibly sexy arse.

"Ask anyone Blake, I have the best arse you will ever see!" he smirked, "Witch Witch magazine has named it the best arse of last year in their top everything of 2020"

"Are you sure it wasn't the biggest arse of the year?" I smirked back, "Because as a person Potter you are quite frankly an arse"

"You've got a nice arse too Wood" He told me, causing a blush to rise to my cheeks. "In-fact, you've got a very nice arse indeed"

"Stop staring at my arse!" I shouted at him, though his eyes remained firmly fixed on my bottom.

"Why do you have a problem with me staring at your arse?" He asked.

"Yes I have a problem with you staring at my arse, now stop looking at it" I replied, putting my hands on my bum in an attempt to cover it.

"Are you using your hands to cover your arse?" Potter asked me.

"Can we stop calling it an arse?" I begged, "And can you stop looking at it you perv!"

"You know it's your fault Wood, you're the one that has to wear such a tight short skirt and bring up arses, otherwise I wouldn't have even looked"

"Well stop looking!" I said, still standing at the compartment door.

"Will do!" he laughed. With a sudden jolt, the train sprung to life and began to move from the station. However, with such a sudden movement, no warning and me being such a klutz, I fell onto Potter and together we somehow managed to fall on the floor.

"Ow" I said as I looked to Potter's strained face. However it didn't look angry or like some kind of ridiculous remark was bursting to come out of his mouth, it looked like an exact reflection of mine.

And that was the moment when the unthinkable happened, he leaned up and kissed me. I know, he kissed me! The boy that I've hated since birth and has hated me just as much since just kissed me. I was enjoying it for a moment, when my senses suddenly came to life and I realized what the hell was doing and who I was doing it with. I rapidly parted my face, lips and body from his and sprang to life and did the only thing that seemed decent to me at my moment of idiocy. I ran strait for the door.

And when I say ran strait for the door that separated us from the hallway, I mean I ran strait into the door.

Did I mention that I might be a tiny bit of a klutz?

Did I mention that's a huge understatement? Okay, I think I need to admit this to get over my problems.

I, Blake Ivy Wood, am a huge klutz.

There, I said it, I admitted it, it is time to stop judging me.

"Oh, shit!" I screamed, grabbing my head at the position where I knew a huge bruise lumpy thing would momentarily be forming. My face quickly turned to James', who had the same expression of shock on his.

"What the hell?" We both shouted at the same time, throwing our hands in the air to show our anger. Wow we must have looked stupid.

"Jinks!" I quickly shouted, and anything James tried to say was done.

I'm sure you all know of the grand old tradition of the game Jinks? Well, if you don't a Jinks is when two people simultaneously say the same thing. If you are first to say jinks, you are in effect the jinks master, and the person who uttered the same word and who is now jinksed, cannot speak, until someone says their name in full. In the wizarding world, we do it a little differently.

James Potter cannot speak, like literally is unable to even whisper a single word to anyone. Then the only way that he won't be jinkes any longer is if I, otherwise known as the Jinks master, say his fall name aloud, and I mean James Sirius Potter, not James, or Potter, but all together in a row.

So now, yours truly is in power and James Potter can not reveal this embarrassing situation to anybody. And I mean anybody. Not a soul will know, no ones ears will discover, not a single person's jaw will drop to the floor in shock.

Nope, this is a secret between me (because I won't tell anyone) and Potter (Because he can't!)

Oh revenge is sweet!

And power is even tastier.

"Ha!" I retorted, leaving Potter unable to speak as I skipped out of the compartment.

You probably think I'm a bit weird now don't you?

Well I am.

But nobody would have me any other way.

"Woodey!' Roxy called out as I finally entered the compartment. "Where have you been?"

"Just chilling" I laughed as I collapsed on the seat next to Lyndsay.

"With who may I ask?" Roxy asked, with a tone and an expression that suggested she didn't think I was alone and that I was having a little snog with a boy.

Not that I was.

What she doesn't know won't hurt her.

"The lovely company of the firsties in the hallway" I replied sarcastically. "The smell worse each year" I remarked.

"They also look different, and then the second years look a lot like the firsties did the year before" Lyndsay commented.

Let me tell you something about Lyndsay. She is not that bright. But we love her regardless. So you have to too, kapesh?

"I've noticed that as well" Roxy replied, trying to hide her giggle.

"Thankyou!" Lyndsay announced.


When we finally found ourselves at Hogwarts, things hadn't changed a lot. The girls and I were still laughing and chatting, the first years still hadn't quite comprehended that if they wanted to live, they had to stay out of our way and James Potter still couldn't speak.

Brilliant.

I skipped into the great hall, so happy and relieved to find my seat at the Gryffindor table I collapsed onto the chair laughing away to myself.

"Well someone's in a good mood" Melissa said, commenting on how happy I looked.

"You have no idea" I told her cheerfully. The doors opened and the firsties began to file into the hall, all looking pale, scared and short. Some where hiding in there robes as if they were a turtles shell and others were desperately looking over the tables in search of a comforting face.

The sorting hat came out and sung it's song, we all listened and laughed. The first years took their time being sorted (they always waste their time) and finally, after Zoe Yates hat been the last person sorted into Hufflepuff, we were preparing for McGonagall to allow us to dig into our food.

"May I please have your attention!" She announced, though all eyes were already on her. Unlike previous years, her voice was quivering, almost shaky. She seemed nervous and a bit fearful. "I would like to firstly welcome our new students to our school, we hope that you feel comfortable and enjoy your time at Hogwarts. Secondly, Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden inside the castle comprises some six-hundred and eighty two items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr. Filch's office, if anybody would like to check it. Finally, once this banquet has finished and you have all been released from the great hall, I would like to speak to James Potter and Blake Wood in my office. Please enjoy your meal, and remember that lessons star at precisely nine O'clock tomorrow morning'

"What does she need to speak to you about?" Roxy asked, shoving a roll of bread into her mouth.

"I don't know" I replied, shaking at the thought of being so close to James again. I turned my head over to the position on the table were he was sitting. By the looks of things, he was still unable to speak, which cheered me up. Then again, on the way down to McGonagall's office, he'd probably be begging me to help him and say his name.

Now I just needed to decide if I was going to.

The end of dinner and our release from the great hall came to quickly for my liking, and I soon found myself taking the familiar route to McGonagall's office, with James Potter hot on my heels. Oh, this was fun.

He caught up with me and ran infront of me, using his hands to angrily wave at me and point at his mouth.

"I'm sorry, can I help you?" I asked, faking innocence.

"I can't speak!" he mouthed to me. "Say my name!"

"I'm sorry, but I can not understand you" I replied. Potter grabbed some parchment out of his bag and quickly wrote on it.

"Say my name!" I read off the parchment. "Well, I would darling but I've forgotten it."

"What was it now, Joe? Jack? John? Josh?" I added. Potter gave me a look of idiocy, and raised his eyebrows and folded his arms.

"Don't give me that look as if I'm immature, it won't help me remember your name any faster" I smirked.

We walked side by side in silence, Potter with a huge pout on his face. And he thinks I'm immature, he's the one that's throwing a strop. We finally reached the gargoyle that would lead to a place we'd both been many times throughout our school careers.

"What's the password?" I asked, turning to him. He began to smirk as I looked at him waiting.

"Just mouth me the password Potter" I told him. He shook his head cockily like a two year old.

"Fine, I'll guess it myself!" I announced. "Cat, Kitten, Meow, Lemon drops, Sherbert, Skittles, Starburst, Smint, Mint..." I continued listing off as much muggle sweets as I knew.

"Fine!" I gave in as I looked over to Potter, who was almost laughing at my attempt. "James Sirius Potter, now give me the password!"

"Finally, I can speak again!" He cried. "Dip Dab" he announced looking at me smugly.

The gargoyle began to turn, and we found ourselves waiting to climb the stairs. We climbed up the stairs (I managed to get through first!) and came to the massive door. I politely knocked on the door.

"Enter" came McGonagall's croaky voice.

"You wanted to see us Professor" I asked politely.

"Yes, both of you take a seat" She said, standing up and walking to her desk. We each took a seat on the chairs that we had sat on so many times before, while McGonagall reached into her desk drawer and pulled out two bulging files.

"Do either of you know what these are?" She asked, a look of seriousness in her eyes.

"Filch's list of banned products" Potter replied sarcastically.

"No" She remarked, "It is each of your detention slips, showing everything that you have each done wrong. Now what does this tell you?" She asked as she handed us each our folders.

"Mine's bigger than yours!" James whispered laughing.

"And I'm sure you have both seen this" She remarked, pulling out that famous copy of the Daily Prophet.

"Yes McGonagall, it is framed and on my wall" I smirked.

"Both of you are here for your final year and to complete your NEWTs to a good standard. You are both known as Hogwarts students. What impression do people get of the School if they see that we have two 'wild-childs' that we are unable to control?" She asked, ignoring my earlier comment. "This year things will be different. Neither of you seem to care for Detention so we'll see if you care about something else. You have three chances. You both seem to enjoy Quiddich, and as much as it pains me, I will have to ban you from the Quiddich team if you step out of line. If you do so again, you will be excluded for a week. If this repeats then unfortunately, I will have to expel you"

"I hope I'm not interrupting" came a voice as the fire place lit up. It was the minister of magic, Joseph Benson. "Hello Mr. Potter, Miss Wood." he nodded at us upon noticing our presence.

"You may leave now!" McGonagall announced, her voice in a worse state than before.

"Yes Professor" I answered, standing up.

"But I expect to see both of you for a meeting at this time next week, and this will become something I would like to continue" She said rushing us out of the door.

Something was definitely going on there.


Chapter title from song by 'LMFAO"