A/N: okay, so i really am sorry about the wait. I've had the first half of this chapter done for almost a month, but couldn't find the time or inspiration to finish it. I finally did though, so yay!

I really really really need prank ideas, for both this and another story. i can't update until i have a good idea for the prank ian, meghan, justin, and ben will play on teddy and vic. so please give me suggestions!

please enjoy and all that! anyone who reviews gets lots of smiles and a cookie!

I stared up at the ceiling of the dormitory, wishing I could see the stars beyond. My stomach rumbled loudly.

"Meghan," I whispered. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah," she whispered back.

"I'm hungry." My stomach rumbled right on cue, emphasizing my point.

A similar sound came from the bed next to me. "I'm starving," she replied.

I turned my head to the side and found her staring back at me. The idea I'd had obviously occurred to her as well. "I'll go get Ian," I whispered, slipping out of bed and into my slippers. "He didn't eat either." Meghan nodded and went to grab our dressing gowns.

Slipping as silently as possible out of the dormitory, I tiptoed over to the boys' staircase. Usually I'm terrible at keeping quiet, but luck seemed to be on my side and I made it to his dorm without any mishaps. The door squeaked slightly as I opened it and I cringed. Ian had mentioned that Sebastian was a very light sleeper.

When I snuck in the room, however, no one seemed to have awakened. I heard a stomach growling from across the room and giggled. I made my way over to Ian's bed and looked down at him, staring at the ceiling as I had been just minutes before. "C'mon," I whispered almost silently to him.

He nodded once and began to get up. I waited for him and then we both snuck back down to the common room where Meghan was waiting for us, holding out my purple dressing gown. I slipped it on and we made our way out of the portrait hall and down the corridor.

We never spoke our destination aloud, but it was fairly obvious. We arrived at the kitchens quickly; we had practically run most of the way. Practically, because we all made such noise when we ran.

Entering the large room, we were immediately ambushed by helpful elves offering us food and drinks. Five minutes later we were seated at a table filled with treats of all kinds.

"That is the last time we visit Hagrid during dinner," Ian mumbled around a mouthful of roast beef.

"Mmmmm," I agreed, pushing more chocolate mousse onto a spoon.

"No, Vic, please don't eat just sugar!" Meghan begged me.

"You're eating almost as much as she is," Ian pointed out, swallowing his roast beef.

"Yeah, but I'm going to be in a room with her all night, and if she eats all that sugar, she's going to be so insanely hyper!"

I pouted, but picked up a brownie. Meghan tried to snatch it out of my hand. I chucked it at her head and grabbed a sandwich instead.

Meghan sighed, picking up a roll in one hand while using the other to pick gooey brownie bits out of her hair. I smiled at her and she stuck her tongue out at me.

We talked and ate for almost an hour, not wanting to go back upstairs. By the time we were just sitting around lazily scooping ice cream out of cartons, it was almost two in the morning. It was a Friday night though (well, technically it was Saturday morning by now); we didn't feel the need to freak out.

We decided we should head back to bed, despite the fact I was slowly growing more and more hyper, just as Meghan had predicted, and the other two weren't much calmer. Because of this we were rather louder than we should have been, which was not a very good idea.

Ian deciding to tickle me was not the brightest idea of the night either. I collapsed laughing onto Meghan, pulling Ian with me, and together the three of us fell straight onto a suit of armor.

CRASH!

As the sound echoed through the hallways, we looked at each other. "Crap," Ian whispered.

I thought he summed it up quite nicely.

Detention Slip

Student(s): Ian McCampbell, Victoire Weasley, and Meghan Wood

Crime: Out of bed and wandering castle after hours

Punishment: Detention: cleaning floor of Great Hall without magic

Signed: Cassidy Merryweather

"Ick!"

"Double ick!"

"Triple Ick!"

"Quadruple Ick!"

"Uh . . . quintuple ick?"

"You both are so dramatic," called Ian from across the hall, ending mine and Meghan's ick fest. "It's not that bad!"

I tossed my rag at him, but it fell short. "That's what you think; you're cleaning under the teacher table. They obviously have better table manners than students."

"Yeah," agreed Meghan, tossing back my rag from where it had fallen a few feet from her. "And a better percentage of getting the food in their mouths too!"

Ian just shrugged unsympathetically and continued working, infuriatingly indifferent to our plight. "We're making him clean the Gryffindor table," I muttered to Meghan, nodding toward the messiest piece of the floor. She giggled and agreed.

We had been working for two hours already, and barely had half the floor done. I had never properly appreciated just how very huge the Great Hall really is. Filch had gleefully handed over buckets of soapy water and scrapers, mops and rags. How on Earth he managed to clean this was beyond me, as he seemed as ancient as the castle. But then again, he probably got house-elves to do it.

Meghan picked up a gnawed chicken bone with her rag and grimaced, tossing it in a bucket already filled with trash. "Sadly, I prefer this to what will happen when my parents hear about this. My mum will freak out!"

"Mine too. I don't think my dad will care all that much though."

"Wait, I though you said he was a head boy?"

"He was. But he's oddly cool for a parent. He probably caused a ton of trouble at school too."

Ian looked slightly jealous. "Wish I had a cool dad. Mine was head boy too, but he's a sickler for rules. My mum won't be as bad, though she won't be pleased."

"Your dad sounds like my Uncle Percy." I observed. "At least we didn't do anything terrible. It could have been a lot worse."

I hadn't noticed Meghan come up behind me until she flicked soapy water at me with her rag. "Yeah, like if you'd been caught for that prank you and Teddy pulled on us."

That reminded me, they still hadn't gotten any kind of revenge. They were obviously planning it though, if this hint meant anything. I was going to have to double my cautiousness.

"That would have been bad. Uncle George knew what we were up to though, he sent us the stuff."

"I wish I had an uncle that cool. Or one who knew where to get me that much purple goo," sighed Ian, gazing into space.

I laughed. Finishing the section of floor I was working on with a flourish, I got to my feet and set off towards the Ravenclaw table. Not paying attention to my feet, I didn't notice when I passed the area Ian had previously washed, or rather, dumped a large bucket of water on. One second I was walking, and the next I was sliding at an alarming pace straight for the teacher table.

I could hear Meghan and Ian laughing behind me, but I didn't pay attention as I flung my arms out, flailing wildly as I attempted not to fall. A shriek escaped my mouth when I saw where I was headed. It must have looked like something from a cartoon as I collided magnificently with the table and tumbled over the other side, flipping onto my back.

"Ow." What an understatement.

My side and back hurt, as did my head and the leg I had landed on. It wasn't bad enough to land me in the hospital wing, but I was going to have some wicked bruises in the morning.

The sound of footsteps hurried towards me, and I looked up just in time to see Ian reach out and help me up. I quickly sat on the bench and winced. Meghan had reached us by then, and was looking at me worriedly. "Are you okay?" they asked at the same time.

"Yeah," I said. Sure enough, the throbbing had subsided, and the dull pain left in its wake wasn't so bad. A few more concern-filled looks assured them I was in fact alright, and the two broke into peals of laughter again.

"That . . . was . . . hilarious!" Meghan gasped between giggles. Ian nodded his agreement.

Some friends I have. But eventually I started laughing too. I guess it probably did look pretty funny.

"You were like a clumsy ballerina!"

"A banshee!"

They looked at each other and screamed in unison. "Victoire, the clumsy banshee ballerina!"

Oh great, I have a new nickname.