GOD DAMMIT BETHAN!

BTB stumbled into the warm, cosy common room, grinning from ear to ear. She ambled over the gang, who were lounging on the sofas, and collapsed into one with a contented sigh.

"Isn't it just a wonderful day? Today's been so good..." She drifted off and smiled dreamily.

B and Maddy shared concerned looks, and jumped up from their seats, only to plop right next to BTB, surrounding her.

"Right, spill." Maddy said.

"Yeah, what the hell's wrong with you?" Asked Blossom.

"You're acting all... Lovesick!" They cried.

"What? Oh... It's just... Well... He's so dreamy..." BTB zoned out again.

The gang looked astonished, and yelled as one: "WHO?" But BTB just smiled serenely.

"GOD DAMN IT BETHAN TELL US WHO!"

"Well... You know Cormac McLaggen?" They looked disgusted as they nodded, but BTB continued without noticing. "He's asked me to go to Hogsmeade with his this Saturday! Isn't that brilliant?"

There was a stunned silence.

"WHAT?"

"NO WAY!"

"YOU'RE JOKING!"

"EWWWWW! MCLAGGEN?"

BTB looked slightly disgruntled at these outbursts; these were not the reactions she'd expected at all - didn't they understand how hot he is and how lucky she was? "You could try and be a bit nicer, you know." She sniffed, "He's really nice!" Phoebe looked astounded. "Nice? Nice? His head's so far up his own arse he wears it as a suit! How can you possibly say he's nice?"

Stunned, BTB gaped, jumped to her feetand yelled, "You don't know what you're talking about! Why can't you be supportive?", beforerunning up the stairs to the dormitory, without givinganyone a chance to explain how they would always be supportive, but not when it comes to Cormac McLaggen, supreme arsehole.

In the silence that followed their friend's sudden departure, just one sentence was said that made evil little smiles grow on all of their faces.

"So, who's up for ruining Cormac's date?"

Over the next few days the gang busied themselves planning all sorts of pranks to inflict on BTB and the unsuspecting McLaggen. They discussed everything from the possibility of getting gillyweed into his tea, to hiding a niffler in BTB's bag. But they finally decided there could only be one solution. Weasley's.

It was a well-known fact amongst Gryffindor's that the Weasleys had begun developing their own line of... Bespoke wizard jokes. The twins spent the time they should (in Percy's opinion) have spent doing homework, huddled in a dark corner of the common room, poking things with their wands and shouting at each other when their projects exploded or melted all over them.

So, reluctantly, it was decided the Weasleys were the only two people who could give their prank the edge it needed.

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The girls decided it was best to send the boys to bargain with the Weasleys, so on Thursday night, Chambers and Michael embarked on their mission to 'pimp the prank'.

"NO GEORGE! IT NEEDS TO SPOUT FIRE NOT BUBBLES!" Fred shouted, looking very red in the face, as he and George were surrounded by a cloud of bubbles.

"Sorry mate I was just trying something. Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in."

The twins turned and looked at Chambers and Michael who suddenly felt like guilty children.

"Not trying to steal our ideas are you?" Smirked George, raising his eyebrow accusingly at the boys.

"No! We actually wanted to ask for your help on something, you are, after all, the "masters" at practical jokes." Chambers said, trying to get on their good side as they knew it was the only chance they had. Fred and George looked at each other and nodded.

"Ok my esteemed colleague and I are listening, amuse us."

"Right, the long and short of it is that we want to screw with McLaggen, and we need some jokes to use on him - something better than Zonko's can give us."

"Ah I see, never fear young ones - we're here to assist you." George seemed to be enjoying the position of power he and his brother held over Michael and Chambers. "As I'm sure you're aware we've been developing a very nice range of skiving snack boxes, they're very nice, but lack the finesse I think you're after. Err... Then we have the canary creams and we're in the early stages of developing a dragon's breath gobstopper but that could potentially burn down the tea shop." He looked at George and pulled up a package from the floor "However if you're after something edgy, we have something in its trial stages that could work for you." He passed a small cardboard box to Michael, "Guard it with your life!" Fred warned.

And with that, Michael and Chambers returned to their dormitory, small cardboard box in hand.