"Swish and flick!" squeaked the tiny Charms professor.

"No shit, Sherlock" Nicola growled. She had been in a bad mood ever since Ivy woke up and came down into the common room, earlier in the morning. Nicola felt, Ivy was irrationally happy and had no reason for it, especially since it was 6am at the time.

"You should try being happier, Nic. You'll find yourself feeling engligt…"

"I think I should try KILLING YOU!" Nicola yelled so loudly, Professor Flitwick fell backwards off his stack of books... two seconds later the stack of books collapsed and engulfed the small man.

Nicola and Isabel laughed hysterically as Briellen hurried over to help the teacher she favoured above all. The girls knew that beyond the pile of books a great deal of blushing was happening.

"Nicola, you're such a bitch! And Isabel… well… you're just cruel!" Ivy hissed. Everybody in the class stopped and looked at Ivy, taken aback by her boldness. This was the first time Ivy ever spoke back to Nicola and Isabel.

"Cruel? I'll show you cruel. CRUCI-" Isabel was interrupted mid-spell by Nicola.

"INCENDIO!" Nicola cried, the spell met Ivy's head, and caused it to set on fire.

All fell silent.

TD looked completely shocked, and Anie who was standing next to her looked as if she had seen a ghost. Nicole however, looked at the dazzling bright sight with an expression that suggested she was hardly paying attention. In fact, she was examining one of her cuticles. Isabel just looked as if she wanted to laugh, but was holding it back due to noting that perhaps now wasn't the greatest time.

Nicola looked between all of them and Ivy's burning head, appearing as if she didn't ever remember casting it in the first place. Ivy, herself, looked insanely comical, her body standing in the middle of the classroom with a head on fire… and Briellen and Professor Flitwick were still somewhere beneath the mountain of books behind his desk.

No one thought to splash a little water on her.

"I'm… going… to go and get… help…" Anie said, slowly backing out of the room, obviously stricken with fear, but not taking her eyes off Ivy's awkward body. Anie raced down the halls and soon found she was running in circles – obviously dazed by the strange event that had just taken place. She saw a narrow corridor to her left that she thought looked very unfamiliar. She ran down the corridor not knowing where it would take her. Suddenly she slipped, and slid down a slanted surface and through a trap door.

Everything went black. She couldn't see. A great feeling of dread came over her as she continued to fall through the abyss.

(-Poof-) Suddenly her fall was broken by a soft cushion type thing.

"… Ughh… What?" Analise found herself lying on a bed. A nice, comfy, soft, squishy bed covered in green and silver quilts. Her bed. She sighed a great sigh of relief; she picked herself up and reached for the door handle. Just at that moment, she momentarily lost her balance, and Analise fell back onto her bed, silently thanking the Slytherin headmaster for making sure they were so soft and fluffy.

But there was something, not quite as soft. And it made a 'harrumph' sound when she shifted to look at what it was.

"Analise… I'm so sorry – I… I didn't know you were going to… uh. I'll go now." Draco looked up at her, with a pillow in his hands."

She stared at him, "Draco, what are you… are – are you SNIFFING my PILLOW?"

He looked sheepishly at her, and put the pillow down. With his hair ruffled and his clothes dishevelled, Anie began to feel a certain feeling… and she knew where it was going to lead. Draco; unfortunately, did not. So when he saw Anie's head go down and begin to unzip his pants with her teeth, he was understandably startled.

Pulling his tie up over his head, she grabbed at his collar and began to undo the buttons. She placed small kisses along the centre of the chest that was bared to her. He smiled down at her, his pale blue eyes strangely luminescent in the dark and pulled her closer, fumbling behind her back for the clasp of her bra. Once done (or rather; undone), he trailed his fingers down her face and to the small hollow at the base of her neck, kissing it softly. She shifted and moved closer, letting loose a small sigh.

His eyes didn't leave her face, "Anie…" he breathed into her hair. She smelled of sandalwood, a scent she had always worn. His breath was hot on her neck, his hands caressing the gentle slope of her back. He lifted her suddenly and carried her to the only bed in the room. The soft down mattress cushioned them comfortably as Draco fit his body next to Anie"s.

"This is perfect," Anie voice sounded muffled against Draco's shoulder.

He chuckled, "And it's finally happening." He settled himself over her, and kissed her again. Anie relaxed into the mattress and rolled to allow Draco more room.

Pow!

She hit the floor with a hard thump. She got to her feet angrily and rubbed at her backside. She seemed to be hitting that floor more and more lately. She had been daydreaming, about that lovely steamy moment of romance she had lived yesterday evening.

Isabel came running into the room, wild haired and bare foot. "HAVE YOU SEEN JIMMY? HE WENT WANDERING AGAIN…"

Anie tried to look more than mildly interested while her thoughts were filled with Draco, "Nope. Can't say I have. Just woke up. Go check the kitchens, Nic told him all these stupid stories about blue house elf's. He seemed pretty interested."

Without a word of thanks, Isabel sprinted back out of the door and bounded down the staircase. She didn't stop to talk to Nicola, TD or Ivy (Who had been healed by a hasty Aguamenti spell) who were conversing quietly in the common room, but continued straight out the portrait hole and hurtled herself down the path of the kitchens. As it turned out, Jimmy was there. Begging, no… demanding access into the kitchens so that he could see the blue house elf's himself. "I must go in," he whined. "I have to see them."

Isabel stopped short next to him and panted heavily, "Jimmy, honey. What are you doing down here?"

"Oh, Isabel! You'll help me, won't you? This bowl of fruit wont let me in… it won't. Make them let me in!" He sounded desperate. "Please!"

Isabel sighed and brought out her wand, "I guess something went wrong with the memory modification charms. Come on, Jimmy. Let's get you fixed up and back in Hogsmeade."

Jimmy sobbed to himself but allowed Isabel to lead him away.

Olivia waved her tentacles around her face. She released her toxins and breathed them through her gills, slowly; trying to calm herself. The man in her upper leftmost tentacle was squirming violently, not happy to have been captured by the raping and murdering lake dweller.

She held him up and out of the water, feeling him gasp and wheeze frantically.

Well, she thought to herself in a squiddy manner; he shouldn't have come into my lake.

"Let me go," the human said in harsh tones. Olivia didn't understand him obviously, and in annoyance at his stupidity – shook him a few times then dunked him into the water.

If Olivia could grin, at that moment in time she would've. She had just spotted a human with long hair standing over her lake. "Olivia!" She called loudly, her voice distorted by the water between them.

"Nicole!" She blubbered happily, surfacing and giving the girl an affectionate squeeze.

"Olivia, my dear, have you seen a Professor from the school anywhere?" Nicole asked in perfect Squid.

Olivia responded without much enthusiasm, "if you mean him," she lifted the man out of the water, "then yes."

Nicole gave an audible gasp. Unfortunately for her, the Squid interpreted this as a snarl, and whipped the man back from Nicole's reach, making a protective, (and quite moist sounding) squid growl.

Olivia swivelled her eyes around to glare at the man, and in that moment of distraction, Nicole swished her wand and cried, "Accio Professor!" before Olivia had time to react.

Pulling him onto a materialising broom, Nicole kicked off the ground, hard. Suddenly she let out an ear splitting scream. It felt like her head was aflame. In fact it was Olivia, wrapping one of her tentacles around Nicole's long hair and pulling it back with a snarl.

Fiennes started, woke up out of his stupor and snatched at Nicole's forgotten wand. For an agonizing moment, Nicole thought he would leave her to be devoured by the enraged sea fiend.

Instead he cried, "DIFFINDO" and Olivia fell back into the lake with a loud splash, grasping the majority of Nicole's severed locks. They sped away towards the forbidden forest, hearing the Squids angry roar following them from the lake.

"Thank you," said Fiennes honestly. "I don't know how long I could have handled that for. I lost my wand in the water you see, and I couldn't defend myself. If you hadn't have come –" He broke off and Nicole felt more than saw him turn away.

He was now gripping her waist with an urgent fierceness, refusing to be thrown from the broom. His wet clothing soaked her through and Nicole shivered saying nothing, instead looking at the forest and listening for students. She tipped her head down, scanning the few clearings scattered around the edge of the forest. Her shortened hair, hung forwards across her jaw.

It's very light, she thought immediately. Free. She shifted her weight on the broom and breathed a sigh of relief. Relief at what exactly? At Fiennes being safe? At being away from all that was happening in the castle? Away from Anie and Draco's lovey-dovey behaviour as it made her feel jealous? No. No, it was just the wind in her face that was making her feel this way.

"Thank you," he repeated. "After the other night, I didn't think anyone would. Least of all, you. I thought I scared you away."

Again silence, save the whistling of the air by their ears as they descended into the clearing.

"Please say something," He said and quickly slid off of the broom. "Please," he repeated.

"I have nothing to say. Not really." She murmured softly.

He tried to meet her eyes. When she refused, he grasped her by the shoulders and bent down to look at her. His blue eyes scanned her facial expression intensely. "Well," he prompted impatiently.

When she stubbornly shook her head, he gritted his teeth and his jaw muscle tensed with restrained temper.

She took a breath, "Well… I suppose I have… a few questions." She looked up at him then, defiantly.

His face hovered above hers; his sandy hair was wet and plastered across his face. A few drops of water still lingered and slid into the small beginnings of an unkempt three-day beard. His own expression and heart beat responded with vigour as he braced himself for the outpouring of secrets that would inevitably follow.

Anie looked between her two friends. They were currently engaged in some sort of war over a steak. Low growls and hisses were being let loose at various intervals. Anie averted her eyes from this spectacle, embarrassed by their lack of etiquette.

Instead her eyes wandered over to the boy sitting at the end of the Slytherin table. Her mind wandered.

"Anie? Hello, are you there? Earth to Analise sodding Eddington," Briellen waved a freckled hand across Anie's eyes. "I'm trying to talk to you over here."

"Huh?" Anie murmured, "Oh, what?"

Briellen heaved a sigh, "Here I am pouring my heart out to you and you're not even on this solar system."

Their heads both snapped around to see the reoccurring scene of TD launching herself over the table at Nicola, who had the steak by her teeth. All wands, and for that case, hands, had been forgotten. They rolled around on the floor, uttering a series of yelps and barks. TD at one point cawing like a deranged crow. Or cow. Anie couldn't decide.

"So anyway," Anie tried to resume the conversation with as much dignity as she could gather after watching such beastly behaviour, "What were you saying."

"I was trying to tell you of my plan to corner Ron in a broom closet. Now, I know what you said last time about how he wouldn't be tricked by a floating cupcake, but I beg to differ. I put a plain one of the stairs of the great hall; just as an experiment, the other day and he totally went for it!" Briellen babbled when she was excited.

Anie feigned interest, "Oh, really. Tell me more Brezzle."

"Well," she started again, ready for another outpouring of psychotic ranting. "My plan was this time, instead of having it plain, of making it perhaps chocolate or cinnamon or something else very tasty and sweet that Ron is sure to love, and then floating it above the steps. HE'S SURE TO – "

Nicola and TD chose that point in time to resurface; unfortunately TD didn't last long and quickly went back down, due to her face colliding with Briellen's crazily swinging elbow. Briellen also tended to bash people senseless when she was excited.

"– Like it!" She finished, completely ignoring her beating of TD.

Nicola appeared disinterested at whatever was happening, and continued to devour the remains of the steak that TD had failed to dislodge from her teeth. She ripped a chunk off. "You know, we really need to do something today. It's bloody Saturday, and we haven't done a damn thing."

Anie quickly reinserted Briellen into the conversation, hoping for a quick escape for herself. "Hey Brex, tell Nic about your plan for Ron."

As soon as Briellen smiled and took a deep breath, Nicola made pleading eyes at Anie, who quickly slid from the seat and made her get away.

In the entrance hall, TD quickly joined her. "Shall we go down and see Isabella?"

Anie shrugged her shoulders, and they exited the castle via the large oak doors.

"Where's Isabel?" TD asked, throwing an arm companionably across Anie's shoulders, "I thought she'd be down here with us on a Saturday."

"Unfortunately for us, she's got Jimmy and now she's turned all boring and couple-y."

TD snorted, "That's rich, coming from you. And what I heard you did yesterday."

Anie coloured richly, "who told you?"

"Hello," she said matter-of-factly. "The room reeked of it. You should really freshen the air, I couldn't fucking sleep last night. That and all your moaning. Did you dream sex too?"

Anie, who had become flustered and quite angry, snarled at TD, "You're just jealous, because you haven't done it with the potions master."

TD took her arm from Anie's shoulder, "That is soon to be rectified."

"Oh really? RECtified? Perhaps, eRECtified?"

"Yes, yes it will be."

Anie looked thoughtful, "You know, I heard something about the size of Snapey's… uh, Snape Jnr."

Just as TD was about to kill Analise if she didn't swear never to utter those words to another being, a large – and quite dainty – Hagrid, flounced out of a nearby bush and jumped onto them.

They tumbled down the hill.

TD ended up with a head full of leaves. Analise had somehow gotten them caught in her shirt and cleavage.

"I thought you guys were never going to come and see me!" Said Isabella happily, removing her Hagrid mask.

"So did I," TD turned and spat out a wad of leaves. "But, here we are." She looked around herself and with a sudden jolt, realised she actually had no idea where they were.

Just as she opened her mouth to ask, a deep rumbling sob came from beneath them. TD glanced down, quite afraid, and realised with another jolt that they were sitting on what looked to be the top of wooden planks. It appeared Hagrid's cage/hole in the ground was beneath them.

He cried again. "LET ME GO, YE MONSTER. HOW DARE YE KEEP PEOPLE TRAPPED LIKE THIS, EH'? YE FOUL SLUG!"

Isabella swooned loudly, "see how much he likes me! I'm a slug!"

The other two eyed her, thinking her insane.

She tried to explain, "You don't want to know what I was yesterday." She cooed through the wood, "Mummy's here babeh. No need to be afraid." She reached into her humungous Hagrid pants and took out an equally as humungous T-bone steak, and opening a secret catch, threw it down to him along with a water bottle. "You eat up dearie."

And if they interpreted the slurping and chewing sounds correctly, that he did.

When Nicole finally reached the common room, the fire had all but gone out in the hearth. Only a few flickering silver flames could be seen, fighting for life among the burnt remnants of the logs there. She sat in the empty common room, eyes boring without seeing into the tapestry opposite.

"I thought I heard someone come in," said a voice to her right. Nicole noted it was Briellen, but didn't turn her head to look at her friend. "You missed the entire day, you know, an entire Saturday."

"Yeah," she replied impassively. "I was looking for Fiennes."

Briellen looked over at Nicole's expression and said, "I guess you didn't find him." As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them.

Nicole's face crumpled and the only words she said were, "Good night" as she got up off the couch and slouched away to bed.

Briellen was left standing by herself, looking very much like an idiot, when Isabel appeared at the foot of the stairs. As Briellen turned to hug her in greeting, she instead received a sharp slap to the top of the head. Briellen reeled backwards, clutching her face. When she looked up again, the hem of Isabel's cloak was whipping out of sight around the bottom of the staircase. A faint sadistic giggle could be heard.

TD also made an appearance, but slightly more peaceful than Isabel's. "Briellen," she sang, popping her hair around the corner. "We're going to Hogsmeade tomorrow, okay? I need some…stuff."

"Stuffy?" Briellen asked. "Also known as stuff. I have no idea why I just said stuffy."

TD rolled her eyes at Briellen, "I'll tell you tomorrow."

Hogsmeade the following was iced over. The wind blew past them and cut cruelly into their cheeks, biting at their faces with cold. They shivered as a group and huddled closer into their cloaks. And into each other.

"It's sad Nicola can't be here," said Ivy, pretending sarcasm – but failing.

Briellen cocked her head, "But… she made you bald again, should you be happy she's in detention."

"I WAS BEING SARCASTIC!" Ivy burst out, stamping her feet angrily.

"Normally that goes with the sarcastic tone Ivy," said TD matter-of-factly.

"And this is Zonko's," said Isabel, ignoring the others and linking her arm with Jimmy's. "You can get all sorts of weird stuff in there. I don't much like it. It's all fake. I prefer to cause real pain." She gave a wry smile.

He nodded and pulled her closer into his embrace. "I don't want to stay down here though; I want to stay with you."

Draco and Anie mimed gagging sounds behind their backs as Isabel swooned. "But you have to be safe, Jimmy. And you can't be seen at the school. So, during the day, you mustn't be there."

Jimmy sighed dramatically.

Nicole, TD, Ivy and Briellen hung back without partners, feeling kind of isolated.

They had however; stopped for coffee and drinks, in fact they had stopped everywhere. Isabel wanted Jimmy to know everything about the place where he was to be staying, including all the passages into Hogwarts.

The entire reason they had decided to come was to buy certain products for TD to make sexy-time with a certain potions professor. The shop they had chosen to buy cheap condoms from, however, as clean as it was looked very dark and dingy. They spent as little time as they could in there, and left quickly.

She read the back of the box as they exited the dodgy little shop. "Protect your 'wand' from 'Hogwarts' while entering her 'chamber of secrets'. Nice."

"Can we go into Zonko's Isabel?" Jimmy asked innocently. He made puppy-eyes at her and fiddled with his earlobe.

"No. No, we most certainly cannot," Isabel didn't look at Jimmy, instead she went on in the way of Holden Caulfield, "They're phonies."

Jimmy kicked a stone ill-temperedly. It slid across the length of the road they were on and skid to a halt at the bare feet of a black cloaked man, who immediately looked up and locked his red eyes on them.

The group immediately began to back away. Isabel, strangely enough, was the fastest. The hand that wasn't occupied with her wand grabbed at the back of Jimmy's coat and yanked him back, without thinking that she could've choked him quite violently.

Without so much as a noise of wind, Voldemort glided over to them, eyes locked on those of the elusive Isabel, who was now attempting to drag Jimmy back into the nearest store.

The rest of the group, quite obviously scared shitless, could only stand there; white faced and immobile in the face of this very intimidating dark Lord.

Without warning, Voldemort let off a loud sneeze. "I might have a cold." He drawled, jokingly. They all stared pointedly at his feet. How could anyone walk around without shoes on in November? He sniffed and rubbed his face, "Tissue?" He asked pleasantly enough to Isabel.

She shook her head and gave a quick, anxious glance at Anie. "Anie…" she whined, "tissues?"

Draco, who had taken a protective stance in front of most of the girls, threw a puzzled look at his Lord, "But, master, you don't have a nose…"

Voldemort, suddenly in a fit of rage, threw his hands up and let out an almighty scream. Isabel was inevitably aroused by this, and under the pretence of saving her beloved Jimmy, threw him to the side and stepped closer towards the cold stricken Voldemort.

"Don't worry," she said soothingly. "I wish I could get rid of my nose. They're kind of a burden actually."

Voldemort almost smiled at her attempts to cheer his sullen mood. "Who is that man?" He demanded, pointing a clawed fingernail at Jimmy, and hissing through his teeth.

"No one of consequence," replied Draco for her, "He's mainly with me. A friend of mine, he's never been to Hogsmeade before, we thought we'd show him around."

Voldemort glided closer to the skinny man, "Ahh, yes," he hissed, tipping his head to the side, and smiling a lopsided smirk. "That's where I have seen you before. You're in that ridiculous Muggle band. Mindless Self Indulgence; sounds sensible," he said, prodding Jimmy on the head with a taloned forefinger.

Jimmy baulked and turned white. He groped around in his pants for his wand. The wooden one, mind you. It would've been a very inappropriate time for the other one.

Voldemort spotted this hand manoeuvre and whipped out his own, "YOU DARE CHALLENGE ME, MORTAL?"

Wandless, and clearly about to die, Jimmy puffed out his chest, and prepared to speak to Voldemort with the most courageous tone he could muster. "Isabel shagged me!"

Voldemort threw back his wand arm, and in one of those chance moments of fate, his body chose that exact time to let loose a sneeze. "AVADA KADARVCHOO!" His body seized violently, but the green burst of light that had erupted from the end of his wand raced, with deadly accuracy, straight towards Jimmy's chest.

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