Yes Yes, I know you're all thinking: FINALLY!!!!! But yeah. I was busy all weekend, I would have put it out on Saturday, but I needed to actually Finish the Chapter. And then my moms going in to get Surgery tomorrow, so we had to do some shopping for the after math. Nothing to horrible about the surgery, she's just getting a tummy tuck and some liposuction cause she's had to live with the flubber after her whatchamacallit Bybass surgery a long time ago. I hope she's happy with the results. And then there was the small thing about not getting enough sleep, so I stayed home from school yesterday. And then, the one day I miss, My best friend Sprains her ankle because of Hell Class. And that class, would have to be Female Body Toning. Sooooo glad I'm not taking that class anymore. Get better JB...But not too fast, cause I'm thinking that you don't actually wanna take that class either.

Thanks to all of you who reviewed for the last chapter. You know you're all very loved (Even though you didn't actually review JB. Pouting doesn't count.)


"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR BLOODY MIND!" A very angry male voice yelled out.

The two boys at my side immediately turned towards their table, giving me sympathetic glances all the while. I glared at them. Thanks for the help guys.

"HAVE YOU GONE COMPLETELY MAD?" Great, now I've got two people yelling at me. What a perfect day.

I strode over to where Orange was sitting with the two fuming students. I sat down next to the only reasonable person at the table and asked, "Do I look angry to you?"

Harry laughed, but then choked on his bagel when Ron and Hermione glared at him.

I glanced over to them, and then watched as a red haired girl (Who looked oddly like Ron) sat down across from me and piled food onto her plate. "What crawled up your butt and died?" I asked with ease.

I didn't look for their reactions, I didn't really even have the need for it. It was loud and clear.

"WHAT!" Literally.

I rolled my eyes, "Just a question. Jeeze." I tapped my fingers against the table, waiting for the top of the volcano to blow off...It never actually did.

The two red faced teens sat down on either side of the table, from where they had stood up quickly to yell at me. A few people were still looking at them oddly as they silently ate their breakfast, glaring at anybody who happened to look their way.

My eyebrows rose as I watched them slam toast onto their plates. Where was the fire, the punch, the raging coarse annoying yell from across the table. It was obviously on vacation, because there was no yelling. Just the mad crunching of toast being pushed into mouths. Orange glanced at me from across the table, the corners of his mouth lifted some, telling me he had no problem with the friends I made.

Orange made a motion with his hand at Hermione, and then picked up his own breakfast to eat. I looked down at the plate in front of me. Empty. I moved for the glass of the sweet pumpkin juice, and my hand moved right through the goblet.

"Dammit, I completely forgot! I'm moving to a table where I can actually eat something." I jumped out of my seat, skipped through the Hufflepuff table (And also through Battery), and sat down in the space left between Draco and Blaise. I immediately piled breakfast foods onto my plate.

Blaise stared at me with amazement. "Ya know, for a not having a stomach to put food in while a ghost, you sure do eat a lot."

I looked up from taking a bite out of my French Toast, "I'm always hungry. Ghosty or in the flesh."

And that was the end of our very short non exciting conversation.


I folded up one more thick paper triangle, whispered to the utterly confused Blaise to put a sticking charm on it, and put it on top with the other twenty I had made. This is what you get when having been forced to come to History class with your Conectee. Making triangle paper footballs to flick through the see-through teacher. As Professor Binns droned on about the Goblin Wars, I sat on the conjured chair between Draco and Blaise, finishing up the last of my plans.

Draco wanted nothing to do with my evil plot against all man kind. He was either taking pitiful notes, leaning backwards in his chair, glancing at what I was doing out of the corner of his eye, or lightly dozing. Blaise had his complete attention on me though as I stood the triangle up against the desk and my left pointer finger, the point of the triangle facing away from me. I slowly pointed it in the direction to where the History teacher was going to be making his rounds, and let my right fingers loose.

Blaise and I watched as the small football arched over a few of the kids heads, and right through Binns left arm. I stole Draco's quill from him and made a quick chart on the side of his notes paper before handing it to Blaise.

Lets See how many points you can get Blaise my Boy: Gotta Aim for Binns only, or no points.

Feet/Hands: 1 point

Legs/Arms: 2 points

Waist: 4 points Neck: 7 Points

Head: A Whopping 20 Points

And if you make it right through the middle of his forehead while he's facing you, 100 points for sure.

Blaise smirked at the challenge. I had already gotten 2 points, lets see what this pure-blooded freak can do.

He positioned his Football, aiming it as I had, and then flicking it. We again watched as it arched over students bodies as it landed no where near it's target. It hit a dark haired boy on the left ear and both Blaise and myself snickered as he turned around quickly to find the culprit. As he stared our way, I grinned at him (Remembering that he was in Ravenclaw, and that Orange said something about him being related to a Boot. Poor kid.), and aimed for my second shot at points. By this time, half the class had directed their attention to where the three of us Slytherin's were sitting. And seeing as this was a mixed class, Hermione looked at me disapprovingly next to a HufflePuff who was watching me in admiration.

I flicked the paper between my fingers, and all eyes watched as his flew across the room and right through Professor Binns forehead. I was silent for a whole minute before I started doing a small jig in my seat. Victory Dances all around. The students silently laughed at my actions, and I quickly wrote down 100 POINTS on a blank piece of paper, then held it up away from Binns, but for the rest of the class to see. They laughed a little more loudly than they had, but then quieted as the classroom door opened and M&M strode through the room to the front fo the class. Professor Binns came to a stop slowly, only just realizing she was in the room when he floated through her.

She looked at us sternly, and took one glance at my guilty look and sighed. She must have put it past her, because she put on a serious tone to her voice.

"It seems, that there has been an attack on a nearby town, and a sighting of Death Eaters near Hogsmeade."

Everyone gasped, well, except me. Jeez, where's Battery and Orange when you need a non gasping party. Oh here they are.
Battery flew through the doorway as Orange politely opened, and then shut it, as he was solid. Hannah must have been somewhere else.

M&M continued. "You'll need to be getting to your Common Rooms immediately, your House Heads will be there shortly for more of an explanation."

Everyone still sat there, I rolled my eyes and jumped off my seat, stood on the chair and yelled.

"What the hell is wrong with you people. YOU'RE ALL GONNA DIE!"

That surely got them going. Some of the girls screamed at my outburst and ran from the room, squealing like piglets searching for their mother. Others just jumped at the sound of my voice and hurried out of the room. M&M looked at me sternly, but obviously approved by the small lift of her lips.

I brushed my hands off and got off the chair, waltzing towards the door.

"Miss Black, It seems that you and your two friends are going to be needed in Dumbledore's office."

I cringed and turned back to M&M. Please don't tell me I'm in trouble at the most exciting moment of my life. I mean, Hello, cruel jokes on the people who would kill you rather then save you for slavery. Talk about major fun for people who can't be touched.

After ten minutes and a nice chat with Pad, us three ghosts had one important job: Spy on the Nearby Death Eaters...Without getting caught. Great, my covers gonna be blown just by staring at them because I'll be laughing at their stupid asses. Lovely.