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Chapter 6

Halloween was (for the most obvious reason) the favorite holiday of Al, Lily, Hugo, and Roxanne. Every year they planned a different prank for Halloween, and it was always one of their favorite pranks of the year because they tried to make it holiday themed. For example, last year they enchanted the ceiling to pour candy down on the table during the middle of McGonagall's speech (one of their most popular pranks yet) or another year they set up a school wide black out for two hours (with much help from Uncle George, but still very impressive). Somehow they still hadn't been officially 'caught' because the professors have no evidence against them besides word of mouth. They had been punished for doing other things, but the Halloween prank was always the one they got away with. The night of the 30th Lily, Al, Hugo, and Roxanne were in the corner of the Gryffindor common room huddled around what Rose was certain was the Marauder's Map.

The map was a major discussion (although Rose didn't know this) among the parents. When Teddy was entering his first year anyone who had something to do with the map was called in for a meeting at the burrow to decide what to do with it. Harry came up with the solution that ended up being known as 'The Marauder Plan', which went like this: The oldest child of Weasley, Potter, or Lupin decent has possession of the map. However, any child in the Weasley, Potter, or Lupin family may ask for the map and the eldest child must share it with them. This seemed to make everyone happy and it began a fun ritual where the night before your first day of Hogwarts you would get the secrets of the map revealed to you.

They were probably mapping out the best route to get to the Great Hall after hours if Rose could guess. At one point Molly came up to figure out what they were doing and the four of them quickly shooed her away. Rose tried to turn back to her book but she found herself glancing up at them every few minutes.

Rose had never shown much interest in participating in the pranks because she was worried about getting in trouble (although Al really wanted her brainpower to be apart of the team). But now that she was a prefect she was stuck between wanting to do something a little reckless just to say she did something interesting in her childhood, but at the same time not wanting to jeopardize her prefect status. No, she told herself, you don't really want to be apart of that. You just want a distraction. Yes, a distraction.

Well distraction came in the form of the next evening's feast. The whole school was gathered in the Great Hall, buzzing about what the famous team of pranksters would do this year, and the rumors that were flying were way off. Rose could tell that they were clearly just gossip; they lacked the style and originality of a Weasley-Potter Prank. Rose was fully expecting them to do something during McGonagall speech (and McGonagall looked like she did too) but nothing came. Then the group started dinner but again, nothing came. She sipped her butter beer and let it coat her throat, soothing it from talking over everyone's loud discussions. Rose was beginning to think that they hadn't planned one this year at all, because the desert was coming up and nothing had happened. But as she reached to take a bite of her pumpkin pie Lily pulled her fork away from her mouth.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," she winked at her and Rose knew they had put something in the pie. Of course, how had she not seen it before? The pumpkin pie was the favorite dish from the Halloween Feast, it closed it out ever year. To do something they had already done before would seem so obvious and bland compared to throwing everyone off their guard and surprising them at the last minute. Everyone started digging into their pies, taking massive bites and chatting about how delicious it was and how it was the best pie they had ever tasted. At first everyone was able to eat their pies without any knowledge of what was to come. But about three minutes into it, a Slytherin boy burst into laughter. Soon everyone was either laughing hysterically or shrieking in horror as his or her hair turned orange. Not the trademark Weasley ginger color, but bright 'pumpkin' orange. Rose immediately burst out into laughter at the sight of her Professors' new hair color and their attempts to get the spell off. But there was no way it would work, just watch the smirk on Roxanne's face was enough to know that it was an unbreakable charm and would come off when she was satisfied. Uncle George would be very proud of her right now, seeing the look of victory on her face. Oh lord, when Fred gets here next year McGonagall won't know what hit her. Although she didn't look pleased about her hair color she wasn't too concerned about trying to help certain faculty members with theirs. Eventually she told everyone to go back to his or her houses for the night. Rose got up and walked out the hall when she saw Scorpious with bright orange hair. She giggled as she walked up besides him.

"You should try orange more often. I think it's your color." She teased him as she walked passed.

"How long is this gonna last Weasley?" He asked in a slightly pleading tone.

"How should I know?" She called back and winked over her shoulder.

Well apparently the answer was until Saturday because for the rest of the week almost the entire school walked around with orange hair. Even Hugo and Roxanne were wearing the latest school 'trend' to avoid suspicion, even though everyone knew who was responsible. At first the entire school was furious, multiple girls trying to disguise it with scarves or hats saying that orange was 'so not my color' or attempting to change its color, which only made it even brighter (which Rose wondered how that was possible). But after the first 24 hours or so the students began to see the humor in the latest Potter-Weasley prank. Not only did all their teachers have to wear it as well (which seeing McGonagall in orange made Rose burst out laughing every time) but they also enjoyed seeing their fellow classmates in their unusual hair colors. After about two or three days the orange hair became common almost, people didn't even realize. Occasionally you would hear people talking in the hall about when they thought it would wear off, but for the most part people weren't too concerned. However on Saturday night in the Great Hall when people ate the little cakes that were served that night for dessert they found their hair changing back to their original color. Cheers erupted in the hall as everyone checked each other to see if they were truly back to normal. A round of roaring applause filled the room, commending the team on a prank well done. Al bowed his head a bit in acknowledgement that went undetected by the professors, as they were all now testing the cake to see what spells or potions were used.

"I can't believe it," Mackenzie said. "Another year gone by and they still get away with it. I can't even sneak out for extra quidditch practice without getting caught." She grumbled as she continued to eat her cake.

"Well, you don't go on the pitch at ten o'clock at night Mackenzie, that's just stupid. How on earth would Professor Longbottom not see you floating in midair out his window?" Becca said as she ran her fingers through her blonde hair again. "Besides, you don't need the extra practice. The Ravenclaw game will be fine; we've trained longer and harder than them."

"Don't say that, you'll jinx it!" Hugo said, now listening to their conversation. "Their team is actually decent, we shouldn't undermine them." Hugo insisted.

"Fine fine, I won't say anything else." Becca said, pretending to lock her mouth with a key.

"Oh come on Hu, you shouldn't worry so much. We'll be fine, Becca's right. We have a really good team this year." Lily assured him.

"If we win the first game, I'll agree with you." He said huffily and turned around to talk to Lucy.

"Hey Mackenzie, did you get my note about getting in some extra practice tomorrow after the Hogsmede trip?" Henry asked.

"Are you making fun of me too?" She said in an exasperated tone.

"No no, I'm serious. I'm worried about the game too, I'd love to get some extra practice in. I mean, if you want to." He added.

"I'd love too. Just as long as you don't knock me off my broom with a bludger." She teased.

"I'll try not to," he smiled at her.

"Well, I don't know about the rest of you but I think that went pretty well." Roxanne said. "But if we want to do better next time, we need to get a little more preparation time in. We waited way too long to start this prank; we're lucky we didn't mess it up."

To Rox, pranking was an art form. It had to be perfectly calculated to go correctly and flawlessly. If this didn't happen, Rox wasn't satisfied. Rose knew she wanted to take over Weasley's Wizard Wheezes someday, with Fred to help her of course.

The group walked back to the Gryffindor Tower to get some last minute studying in before tucking in for the night. Rose opened her large History of Magic textbook and began reading about various wizarding politicians, which Rose found somewhat boring. She began writing down notes for herself absentmindedly, simply letting her body continue to study while her mind dozed off, tired after studying far too long last night. At one point she was staring at a single page for ten minutes without moving her gaze. She gave up and went to bed, giving up the endless fight between work and sleep. But as she snuggled into her covers she was reminded of a daunting fact.

Tomorrow is the Hogsmede trip.

But she couldn't muster up the energy to care. She simply let herself drift off to a deep, deep sleep.

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