Way Ten; Proceed To Threaten Them After They Prank You
& Way Eleven; Make Their Prank Backfire

The Marauders were frozen in place as Brielle's face contorted in pure fury. Whether it was a trick of their eyes, they didn't know, but they could have sworn that they saw her nose almost stick out a little more and something in her back move. However, it didn't matter what they did and didn't think they'd seen - either way, Brielle was terrifying.

"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, and for someone so tiny, her voice was huge. It was almost unnatural.

"We think- er, we think that-" Remus began to say, but his voice fell flat and he flinched horribly when Brielle let out a screeching noise in frustration.

"You weren't thinking at all when you did whatever you call this!" Brielle said, motioning to herself and her friends.

"We call it a prank, Delacour, never heard of them?" mused James, shaking his head in a mocking display of disappointment.

"Shut your fat gob, Potter!" screeched Brielle, and James fell silent immediately. "I get that you dislike me - and don't worry, that feeling is returned tenfold - but what did my friends ever do to you?"

"Erm, breathe?" suggested Sirius.

"You're not going to be breathing much longer if you don't stop being idiots!" announced Brielle, her eyes narrowed in anger. Peter shook slightly as her eyes swept over him. "I was right to send your mother that howler because you are a bully, the lot of you are bullies!" Brielle screeched at James, her temper flaring.

"Bully's a strong word." stated James.

"Then you need to rethink just what kind of life you want to have when you perfectly fit the definition of it!" said Brielle. "I don't care how I do it, but I swear I'll turn this prank back on you."

"Impossible." scoffed Remus. "This prank was well thought out, it can't be reversed by anyone but us."

"You don't need anything other than two brain cells to rub together in order to think like you idiots! Thinking of how to turn this prank back on you is the least of my problems!" Brielle shouted at them. "Now either apologise or suffer."

"As if." laughed James. "We don't apologise."

"Fine." said Brielle, folding her arms over her chest. "But be warned, Marauders, I will make your lives hell for this."

"I already feel like I'm in hell everyday I spend with you." commented Sirius.

"Charming." snarled Brielle. "Now get out of my way before I make you."

"How are you going to make us move?" asked James, raising his eyebrows at Brielle, a smirk playing on his lips. "Poor baby Brielle's just not tough enough to do anything to us."

Brielle glanced back at her friends and nodded; the small group ran off, leaving Brielle in the corridor with The Marauders to get up to the Common Room past them. She reached her slime covered arms out, pushing past each of The Marauders and making sure to rub off some of the muck on them as she passed. They saw her glance back and scowl as she left the corridor, her footsteps echoing as she stomped away.

"Did anyone else feel her hands burn them?" Peter asked as he tried to wipe the purple slime off of his top.

"Yeah." nodded James. "It felt like she was on fire almost."

"If we're in hell with her, she's the devil." commented Remus.

"Hear, hear." mused Peter, somewhat terrified of the first year girl who was taking them to hell and back.

"Potter,"

"Black,"

"Lupin,"

"Pettigrew." listed Fabian and Gideon with causal nods as the took a seat each in front of The Marauders at dinner that night.

"Prewetts." nodded James. "What are you two doing here?"

"Just thought we'd congratulate you on your prank for the firsties. Never thought you'd prank Delacour, though - rumour has it you're scared of her." said Fabian.

"Yeah, apparently you all but shit yourselves whenever she walks into the room." added Gideon.

"We don't shit ourselves at a first year walking into the room." stated Sirius, shoving steak into his mouth. "Though what you two felt when we walked into the room last year is another matter."

"We felt surrounded by idiots." replied Gideon, smirking very slightly as he noticed Peter's hair beginning to turn a little purple.

"That wasn't very nice." mused James. "Did you just come over to insult us?"

"No, we came over to tell you something." said Fabian, turning to Gideon as he noticed that James' cheeks were taking on a purple flush. "What was it, Gideon?"

"Was it that thing with the Ravenclaw?" asked Gideon, feigning confusion as Sirius' hands turned purple as he held his cutlery.

"Nah, I think it might have been the thing with the Slytherins. You know, those Slytherins." replied Fabian, Remus' hair turning purple.

"Not those Slytherins, surely." replied Fabian; James' robes were beginning to change colour.

"Yeah, what other Slytherins would it be?" asked Gideon, rolling his eyes.

"I thought we weren't going to tell them that." said Fabian.

Gideon shrugged, "Well, I suppose it doesn't really matter if we do."

"Doesn't it?" asked Fabian.

"Nah." said Gideon. "I mean-"

"What are you trying to tell us about a Slytherin?" interrupted Sirius impatiently.

Fabian and Gideon turned back to face The Marauders with smirks on their faces, knowing that their plan had worked. They knew more complex magic than The Marauders did, being two years older, and they'd found a spell to coat The Marauders with the substances of their own prank as Brielle washed them off of herself. It was genius.

"Maybe it wasn't a Slytherin." said Gideon, frowning in confusion. "But then who could it have been?"

"Maybe a Gryffindor. The Gryffindor who just pranked The Marauders with our help." said Fabian fairly.

"What?!" demanded James his eyes widening beneath his glasses as he turned to look at his fellow Marauders.

They all screeched with annoyance when they realised that they were all bright purple. Not particularly sticky - their skin and clothes has just been dyed from the countering effects of the spell rather than anything else. Still, they were completely purple from head to toe and they looked absolutely ridiculous. They were less than impressed.

"You pranked us with Delacour?" demanded Remus, his eyebrows furrowed in anger.

"That's what you get for being little cocky idiots to us last year." shrugged the Prewetts together innocently. "Have fun getting rid of the purple."

"We have the antidote, idiots!" James called after them as they walked away.

"Antidote?" repeated Peter.

"Yeah, antidote. Remus made one." stated James.

"Did I?" asked Remus, raising his eyebrows. "James, there was no need to make any - we thought that there was no way this would happen."

"Oh, for Merlin's sake." muttered Sirius bitterly. "They planned this out. Delacour and the Prewetts. They knew we'd be stuck like this."

"But I have Quidditch try-outs tomorrow! I'll be laughed off the pitch looking like this!" exclaimed James, his eye wide in terror at the thought of showing the results of their backfired prank to the Quidditch Team. "This is ridiculous. How could they have possibly known we'd be stuck like this?"

None of them knew the answer, but they knew that with each passing day, Brielle Delacour was becoming more and more terrifying with her extensive knowledge of certain things, her anger and now her pranking abilities when paired with the Prewett Twins, and they knew that they couldn't let their fear of her continue much longer.