~an-blah blah only own half story credit, promise and editing. I'm trying to fix how short the chapters are, I SWEAR! It's just... So... HARD. D: so many potential cliffhangers, you guys. :c anywog, comment, criticize, enjoy!~


Promise saw that it was the same kid who pulled it last night. She's had enough of this kid's bull-shit! Promise and Verity were sync at this point. "Do you want to, or should I?" Promise inquired. Promise and Verity's looks were dark and sinister while everyone was either in a mix of shock or had wet their breaches.

"Can we do it together?" Verity asked. She smiled and had the same gleam in her eye that Fred and George got when they were about to pull a wicked awesome prank.

"Of course... Dear sister o' mine.." Promise had a sick grin slathered across her features as she came up with a great piece of revenge. The Weasley twins looked at each other and grinned. Whatever this was, it was gonna be good! Promise propped Verity into her chair before kneeling down, whispering her plan. When she got back up, Promise winked at the Weasley twins, who seemed to be intrigued about what was starting to happen. "Take notes, boys!" Verity said with a wink.

Promise took the orange creme pie and covered it with her cloak on Verity's lap. Promise and Verity went over to the revolting Slythryns. Promise tapped lightly on the one of the two boys' shoulder, and waited for him to turn around. The girls both knew they'd get docked points for this, but it was so worth it!

Promise smiled bitter-sweet for a moment at the boy, before lifting him up by the collar and throwing him face-first towards Verity's lap; this was Verity's moment to shine. She swiftly removed the cloak just in time to let the boy splat into the tangy treat. As Promise was distracting the second boy, whose back was turned to Verity, switched the two's wands. Promise tried to act scared when he pulled for his brand new wand, totally unaccustomed to this person handling it.

Verity then pushed the boy off his lap and got quickly out of the way; for the boy's experriamus backfired and was hurdled back twenty feet before sliding to a stop. Promise and Verity gingerly went over to the boy when Promise said, "You're supposed to have a dick, not be one."

The boys sat stunned for a minute. They looked between the two girls. One of them looked angry, the other like he had just wet his pants. "You'll pay for that, you filthy little mud-blood!" the angry one snarled and got up in Promise's face. This was a VERY bad move on his part.

Promise broke into furious fits of giggles and laughter before grabbing his collar, punching him in the face and kneeing him in the balls, watching gleefully as he fell to the ground, clutching his newly-acquired womanhood. "I don't know if anybody told you this..." Promise gets in real close, "... but we're half-bloods." Promise gets up and kicks his jaw before just looking at the other guy, watching him shit his thong and run like a little girl.

The girls both smirked and walked back to the table, viewing the many students in the hall that looked at them in shock. Some smiled in gratitude and congratulations, others grimaced at the amount of trouble they were going to get in, while most were simple frozen in a stage of extreme 'WTF!' Verity suddenly stopped smiling. "Promise," she said, sounding scared, "I think we took that too far! You... WE could get EXPELLED for that!"

Promise was still on her victory high, but that doesn't mean she didn't have a plan. "That's why we're going to confess before those boys get to tell!" Promise smiled hugely at her sister. Promise knew it sounded crazy, but the consequences would be lessened. If they were lucky, they would only get three full days detention with kitchen duty. Besides, Promise thought to herself, her sister would get off much easier than me; I kicked, punched and kneed a kid in the BALLS. Verity should be ok compared to what I'll need to take..

Verity smiled. Her sister was a criminal genius! It sometimes scared her how good she was at this crap!

"Good idea," Verity smiled, "plus, we can always claim self defense! They DID pull my wheelchair out from under me!"

"Hmm its a weak crutch but yes we could say that... Only as a simple detail though, we need to act really guilty... You up for that?"

"Promise, you know me better than that! I'd confess to murder if it kept you at school!"

"Great! Now, we just need one more thing..."

"What?" Verity asked. She was starting to wonder how much work they were gonna have to do to make this go their way.

Promise looked around the table at the curious faces, as they were intrigued by her evil genius. "We need..." She looked all around the table, as if scoping out a contestant, "a witness. What better way to get out of a situation than during the confession, a witness comes bursting through the door saying that he's seen it all? That way we could use that self defense crutch when he states it started with them pulling out her chair." Fred and George looked at each other. This FIRST YEAR knew more than they did!

Promise proudly smirked with pride as the Weasley twins were mystified. "... So.." She said, full of suspense, "Who's it gonna be?"

"ME!" Cried nearly every single one of there Gryffindor friends, along with Cedric and even a few Hufflepuffs.

"Can't be Fred or George, " Verity said, thinking, "They aren't that reliable for a witness since they're trouble makers themselves..."

"Verity, why don't you pick? This is all for you, after all. I just make the plans." Verity nodded and continued to think. "Harry would be good, because most people like and trust him, but bad, since, from what I've heard, Snape has it out for him for some reason..."

"... Well, I guess that would only leave Hermione, Cedric and Ron.." Promise looked at the three. "Hermione would be our best bet, but I don't know how she would feel about our little... conspiracy."

"No way!" Hermione said, "I do NOT want to get involved in this!" Promise lifted her hands up in mock surrender. "Ok, me and Verity'll go pack our bags.. You know how it is, pull a nasty prank like THAT and it's an instant out..." Promise hated using guilt trips, she really did, but it was necessary to get her to do the job.

"I'll do it!" Cedric said getting up.

"... Are you sure?" Promise and Verity simultaneously said.

"Hufflepuffs are loyal to their friends!" Cedric said, hand on his heart, trying to look dignified. He lost it within twenty-nine seconds. "Plus," He said once he had finished laughing, "if you hadn't of screwed that kid over, I WOULD HAVE!" Both sisters had serious looks on their faces as they nearly peered into his soul. ".. You'd be sacrificing some of your reputation with the teachers," Promise stated. Cedric shrugged. "Don't care! That's what friends do, right?" Promise's look softened and she smiled at him. "You have the job!" Promise declared. "Now lets go! We may miss class but we need to in order to make it believable."

Verity nodded and they both rushed out of the hall. They came to the head masters office twenty minutes later. It had taken five minutes to get there, fifteen minutes to get Verity up the stairs. They now stood at the door. Promise laid her hand over Verity's. "Ready?"

"I never will be, but I have to pretend I am!"

"I think the whole damn world would agree on that thought, honey. Here we go..!" Promise pushed her way through the huge doors and found the kind old headmaster, Dumbledore, at his desk.

As they approached him, Verity did something Promise had not asked her to, but something that would help them extremely: She made THE FACE! The face that, as children, Promise was sure would have allowed them to get away with murder. She was to this day certain that this face had some undiscovered magical properties. Promise tried to think about the accident, her friends dying, even sad puppies to make herself cry as she and Verity approached the headmaster. She didn't like it, but she had to do it as she began to think of horrid things.

Dumbledore looked up at them. Verity was about to launch into it when she saw something that made her blood run cold. In the corner of the room, where they had been previously hidden, stood the heads of Slythryn, Gryffindor, and Hufflepuff. The boy must have beat them there. They were officially, royally screwed! Promise froze dead cold in her tracks. She wasn't faking to cry anymore. Her body started to freeze as her mind raced, thinking about having to say goodbye to her friends forever.