HI EVERYONE! I know I promised to write more often but I SWEAR TO GOD I HAVE A GOOD REASON. Okay so, me and two of my friends got in.. cough cough... 'administrative trouble' at school and we had our internet privileges taken away for a bit... BUT I'M BACK IN BUSINESS. Thanks for sticking with me! (Also, someone commented on my Percy Jackson fic "Mrs. or Mr. Goldfish", and if it wasn't already apparent, I'M A GIRL. You're welcome.)


"Wake up."

I opened my eyes. "Go away, Mom. I'm sleeping."

"No you're not, and I'm not your Mom. Stupid."

"Brit? How did you get in my house?"

"The window."

At that, I sat up straight and realized where I was. AKA, Hogwarts. Because I was a witch. In Gryffindor. Like a freaking warrior mage High Queen. "What do you want? It's like, seven."

"Seven thirty-two. We need to transfigure our costumes, remember?"

"Oh yeah. How do you transfigure?"

"No idea. Wake up Ginny."

"Mm." I nodded in agreement before turning around to look at the youngest Weasley's sleeping figure and jumping her. By which I meant jumping on, not the other thing, because Ginny was attractive and all but that was more Lana's speed.

"AAAAH!" she screamed, whipping out her wand a shouting the first thing that came to mind. "Impedimentia!" Thankfully, the spell chose that moment to call in a favor with Jesus and merely slowly toss me to the ground. I landed feather-light. "Fail."

"Jules!" Ginny seethed. "You little-"

"Yeah, yeah, blah blah whatever," Brit interrupted cheerily. "Do you play Bioshock?"

"Bio-what?"

"Oh, yeah. Eighties kids. Shoot. Um… I don't have any reference…" she rummaged in her trunk and held up a shoelace. "Can you transfigure this into a blue ribbon?"

"Eh." Ginny tapped it with her wand and it shivered and stretched into said item. "Can I sleep?"

"No chance, love."

"Here, let me try," I volunteered. "Our wands are enchanted, remember? Um… Abracadabra, TRANSFIGURE!"

I tapped Brit's hair, and it immediately lengthened to brush the ends of her shoulder blades. She ran a hand through it. "Cool!"

"Magic," I explained calmly.

Ginny tied the ends with her ribbon. (She'd insisted on Gwenog Jones from the Holyhead Harpies). Brit, getting into the spirit, ran the tip of her wand over her pajamas and they flounced out into Elizabeth's blue dress. "I feel like Cinderella," she snorted, doing a little twirl.

"My turn!" Hermione, bless her soul, had lent me her Sleekeazy hair potion. I plucked the small purple bottle out of my bedside drawer and squirted a glob of sparkling lavender cream onto my hand.

"Blech," Ginny said, ruffling out her bright hair that basically looked like Jules 2.0- now with no frizz! "Is that what she uses?"

"I guess?" I pulled the ponytail holder out, dumped the glittery mess onto the top of my head, and spread it out with my fingers. Then, something incredible happened. Right in front of my eyes, my hair transformed into something amazing- bright red and smooth and absolutely WONDERMAZINGLY FANTABULOUS LIKE WHAT EVEN WAS GOING ON. I grabbed a compact mirror from Brit and looked at myself. "Holy crap," I breathed in awe.

Like, Hermione had nothing on me. In the fourth book, she comes down the stairs with smooth model hair, but HELLO, LOOK AT ME. I looked like Karen Gillan. I looked like Amy Pond.

Oh. My. Sweet. Mother. Of. God. "I love you, Hermione," I whispered to my reflection.

"What?" Ginny asked.

"What, what? Nothing. What?"

She quickly turned her laugh into a cough, and faced Brit. None of the other girls in our dorm had woken up yet- somehow- and were apparently making the most of the weekend. A girl who I vaguely remembered to be Melissa Something cracked open an eye at us, shrugged, and went back to sleep. Apparently, the three of us had landed right smack dab into the middle of a powerful reputation for being like, the three coolest girls ever to tread the soil of this Earth.

"Won't we get in trouble for not wearing robes?" Brit asked as she slowly transfigured a Hello Kitty T-shirt into Elizabeth's shoes.

"I suppose we can just wear them over our costumes," Ginny suggested. She'd borrowed/stolen George's beater outfit, shrunk it down to size, and was busy try to turn an old Gryffindor sweater Holyhead Harpie yellow. "They can't exactly stop us from dressing like this."

"I bet Snape would if he could," I snorted. "Halloway! Weasley! Greene! Detention for the rest of the year!"

"Wouldn't put it past the bugger," Ginny agreed. "Do you think Malfoy ever managed his way out of the ferret suit?"

I imagined Malfoy stumbling into the Great Hall dressed like an animatronic from Five Nights at Freddy's. (BTW, Brit was OBSESSED and I was TERRIFIED.) "I hope not. Can you picture it?"

She grinned. "And Astoria still goes for him?"

"I know right? She's got it bad."

"Gross."

"Mm. I think I'm gonna have to go with plaid shirt and jeans."

"Why?" Brit asked.

"Because I'm fourteen and this is a school. Do you really think I want to parade around in a miniskirt?"

"Why not?"

"Oh, shut up. Hopeless." I tried to make an already ratty pair of leggings turn to smoking hot skinny jeans, but to my delight I COULDN'T NOT GET THEM OVER MY KNEE CAPS. "Di Immortales!" I cursed, imitating Hazel. This was going to take some thought. I returned my pants to their normal state, before putting them on and shrinking them while they were on my legs.

"Are you okay?" Ginny said, staring. I doubled over.

"I can't breathe, I can't sit, but I look amazing. Price of beauty, amiright?" I wheezed out.

"More like price of decent cosplay," Brit said sarcastically. "Don't tell me you'd do this to yourself for prom."

"Haha no. Oh, god, these are tight."


We met up with Hermione in the common room, gushing over her amazing outfit. "Finally!" she said. "I can leave my hair like it is!" Harry was wearing a white shirt, a jean jacket, and tinted glasses. "I hate you," he griped

Ron had dressed up as the captain of the Chudley Cannons, and upon seeing Ginny's outfit, started scolding her for stealing his- unoriginal- idea. When we entered the Great Hall, everyone turned to stare. A few kids were wearing witch hats or something festive, but nothing like us. Lana waved us over, and dragged Luna over the Gryffindor table.

"'Sup, guys. Woah, Jules, you look sexy."

"See, told you," I bragged to Brit.

"Hey, where's Malfoy?" Hermione wondered.

Oh, God. At that prophetic moment, the double doors burst wide open and all four houses burst into screams. Malfoy, ensconced in his ferret costume, ran inside before turning 360 degrees and stumbling around wildly.

"We enchanted it," whispered Fred through the commotion. "Right to the Great Hall."

"Heck yeah!" Lana high-fived him.