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K: well there are multiple girls in Meg's dorm, 5 to be precise so they can all be suspected, but you can't be positive on which one it was. I'm kind of just writing each kid as I imagine them. I thought that Albus wouldn't be in Slytherin because he seemed rather averse to it, also I didn't think he was shy. I saw him as just kind of annoyed and picked on by his older brother, so that's why he isn't cliche. Thank you for reviewing!

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Chapter 7: Glitter and Quidditch Try Outs

The Slytherin dorms were in uproar. Girls were shrieking, boys cursing, and everyone waving their wands around in the chaos. The 6th year girls slept peacefully, fully unaware to the absolute pandemonium happening just outside their bedroom. All, but one that is. Meg had woken to the first shriek with a huge grin on her face.

Giggles, shrieks and cursing were Meg's new favorite morning sound she decided in that moment. She slowly rose from her bed and began readying herself.

"What the bloody hell?" A loud voice echoed in their dorm. Hannah had sat up straight in her bed, hair mussed and everywhere, blinking wearily.

"Language Han." Layla muttered through a yawn as she too sat up. "What's going on?" She blinked in confusion as more cursing could be heard.

"That's what I just asked!" Hannah yelled in indignation. Layla turned to Meg.

"Don't know I've only just woken from the racket myself, thought I'd put clothes on before going to see it." The other two girls in Meg's dorm, Carol Finnegan and Emma MacMillan had finally awoken too.

"What's that awful racket?" Emma's whiny, nasal voice cried as she clutched her hands over her ears.

"Not this again." Hannah mumbled as Meg repeated what she'd told Layla. The girls decided getting dressed was indeed priority. They yanked on clothes, applied make-up and did hair as fast as they could before cautiously poking out into the hallways. Girls covered in glitter were running up and down the stairs. Glitter covered the floors, rugs and was pouring out the doors to the dorms the girls could see.

"What the bloody hell!" Hannah exclaimed in excitement.

"What a horrid mess!" Emma squawked as she leaned away from the falling glitter.

"The dorms are raining glitter!" A fifth year girl was crying loudly. "It's everywhere!"


Fred and James were nervous. Had Zabini been able to see them last night? They watched as scowling Slytherins coated in glitter entered the Great Hall for breakfast. They left sparkly trails and bouts of laughter behind them. Even the teachers were chuckling about the sparkly Slytherin table.

Fred was surprised to see that the 7th and 6th year Slytherin boys were coated in the sparkles as well, he figure they must have run into the younger year dorms to check out the commotion.

Meg and her dorm mates walked in clean, earning glares from the other Slytherins. Meg bee-lined for the Gryffindor table, earning herself more glares from the Slytherins. She ignored them all.

"I had to finish it by myself after you guys left last night." Meg's voice was quiet and slightly humorous. She like Fred, James and Alfie had noticed the way all of Gryffindor was listening to their conversation. The Hogwarts student body wasn't dumb. They knew who the pranksters of the school were, and they had noticed that one of the few Slytherins unaffected by the prank was talking to the suspected pranksters. Gryffindors had a duty to the rest of the school to eavesdrop and spread the gossip.

"Sorry, we got kicked out of the library." James invented an excuse for them to be talking.

"It's fine, I talked to Professor Boot and convinced him that it wasn't your fault. Then I did the last two parts of the project." The Gryffindors were growing bored with the talk about potions class and projects and had begun returning to their own conversations.

"You talked to him? Did he…" Fred trailed off realising he couldn't say anything else. Meg shook her head though and whispered.

"Had no clue." Fred let out a breath of relief and heard James do the same.

"Thank Merlin!" He practically shouted. By now everyone was back in their own conversations, they ignored Fred's outbursts, they were a common happening.

The rest of the day was exhilarating for the pranksters and it was something that made James completely forget his nerves about quidditch tryouts the next day. They were remembered the instant Fred reminded James that he was going to have to wake up early. James groaned in worry, hopefully they'd go well.


James was ready to do something desperate. Maybe fly to the top of the castle and dive off his broom. Or, maybe drown himself in the lake. Yes, quidditch tryouts were really that spectacularly dreadful. James mused that if he did drown himself, perhaps he could first befriend the Giant Squid, it might be a better quidditch player than half of these dunces.

"You look angst filled Potter." The voice was a soft, amused whisper in his ear. James ran a stressed hand through his hair and turned to see Meg's sympathetic face. He let out a loud, indeed angst-filled, sigh.

"None of these blighters even know how to fly." He whined at her. Meg giggled at James' dramatics.

"Ask them to all fly around the pitch, do laps, those who fall off are out." She suggested. James viewed her in amazement.

"How are you so smart?" He muttered in wonder, bringing on more giggles from Meg.

"Oh, go on." She shoved him towards the many Gryffindors attempting to hover on their brooms, some were already tipping sideways and clutched onto the broom for their lives.

"If you're a first year, leave!" James voice boomed, complaints were heard from a few smaller students as they left the field. "You know the rules." James called after them.

Next, he took Meg's advice, requesting everyone make five laps around the field, the fastest they could go. Those who fell rather quickly or putted along incredibly slowly were told to clear the field. About half of the original amount of Gryffindors remained, something James was glad for. His next move was to separate the different positions into sections. He gave each group a few easy drills to run and he flew around them, viewing.

Exercises became continuously harder, creating an easy way of picking out the better players. After many drills, James had finally made his choices. He called the remaining hopefuls into a group around him so he could call out the new positions.

"Chasers are Schmander, Creevey and Corner. Beater, Fred." People began dissipating in anger, frustration and disappointment when their name wasn't called. Those whose names had been said were grinning and in Fred's case doing victory dances. "Keeper; Roxanne and Al, you're seeker."

Most of the rejects left the field with small mumbles and hung heads. However one angry Gryffindor began stomping his feet and screaming at James.

"You just put your family on the team! If I had known you had to be a Potter or Weasley to get on the team, I wouldn't have even tried out." James' anger got to him and he found himself spitting back.

"McLagan you shouldn't have tried out because you absolutely suck and it just happens that my family is all better than you. Hell, I'm guessing a flobberworm would be better than you." The new Gryffindor Quidditch team snickered at their Captain's speech, and some of the spectators chuckled as well. Meg was laughing so hard there were tears streaming from her eyes.

"How dare you, you insufferable prat!" McLagan had pulled out his wand and had it pointed at James. James of course didn't take the clue and laughed madly.

"You are calling me, insufferable. Take a look in the mirror-" James insult was cut short as light flew from McLagan's wand. James' eyes widened, he hadn't had the chance to take out his own wand and the spell was flying straight at his face.

"Detention McLagan!" Meg's voice was clear and scary as she flicked her wand, casting an invisible shield. The flying spell bounced away harmlessly, hitting the grass on the pitch and setting fire. Another flick of her wand and water was spouting on the fire. Meg's eyes were blazing furiously. Her earlier laughter had completely disappeared. James felt nervous at Meg's sudden fury and McLagan appeared to be too, no one had ever seen kind, sweet Meg appear so vicious. "You can bet your head of house will be hearing about how you attacked Potter unprovoked, while he had no wand out to protect him all over not being picked for the quidditch team." James knew that Meg was stretching the tale and he figured McLagan couldn't be too happy about that. He waited for someone to correct Meg's story. No one did.

Every person appeared either too shocked or too frightened by Meg's dagger filled voice and blazing eyes. They all cleared the way as she began to stride off the pitch. She glanced at McLagan once.

"Come along." James swore McLagan was about to pee his pants as he sprinted after Meg. James decided then that Meg wasn't so bad after all, in fact she was sort of brilliant.

"Dude, marry her." Fred muttered to James being the first to speak. James chuckled and joked back.

"You know, I think I might."


Okay, so I'm going to Mexico over February vacation and I don't think I'll have much chance to go online, possibly none at all... so I wont be able to update until after the 24th. I'll try to update ASAP on my week back or if there's a chance of internet in Mexico I'll update then. Sorry guys - I know I've been updating this rather frequently and that will feel like a long wait.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'll talk to you agin in a little over a week!

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Thanks- Jenn