* And I have Chapter 21 for you guys! I'm planning about 8-10 more chapters in this story...

Easter was less than satisfactory. Or, at least Easter Break was. Clara received some homework, but her academics weren't the problem. It was everyone else's. Harry, Hermione, and Ron were all drowning in homework. Clara really could wait until third year. Everywhere Clara went, students were studying, or complaining. Ginny wrinkled her nose whenever she saw the others.

"Sometimes I feel bad for my brother. Then I remember that I really don't care," Ginny joked.

Clara elbowed her playfully. "Well, I'm so bored I really do think that I'll die."

Ginny smiled mischievously. "What do you think we could do to cure our boredom?"

Clara sighed. "Well, we can't go outside... "

"Yeah, that's a shame," Ginny replied. "We could, you know.. Enlist some help from the twins…"

"My, my, Ginny! I do think they're a bad influence on you!"

"Probably."

Clara swept her hair into a ponytail. "What do you think we should do then?"

"I was thinking since the Quidditch Final is coming up, we could show some of our house… spirit…"

Clara sighed. "Oh, I thought we were going to blow up the school!"

Ginny shook her head. "Nope, Fred and George made me promise that I would leave that to them when they're in their last year."

"You're kidding."

Ginny smiled again. "Anyway… We could always try to sneak into the changing rooms-"

Clara feigned a look of sternness. "Ginny! What's going on in that naughty head of yours?"

"Clara, I wasn't the one who suggested anything naughty," Ginny defended. "Back to the point before you disrupted me..." Ginny glared at Clara, "We could sneak into the Slytherin change rooms and charm their uniforms into Gryffindor colours."

Clara narrowed her eyes. "Well, I would love to see that, but I have a feeling that this is just because you want to sneak into the changing rooms."

Ginny pouted. "Pwease? Pwetty Pwease?"

"We really shouldn't…"

"You were the one who suggested we have fun!"

Clara stomped her foot. "I didn't say that we should violate the Slytherin's Quidditch uniforms!"

"Not explicitly," Ginny sang.

"Ginny, I really don't think we should…"

Ginny scoffed. "Come on Clara! Where's your reckless side? You need to have more fun!" Ginny started for the Gryffindor common room.

"I just don't want my recklessness getting us in trouble!" Clara called after her. Clara shook her head and ran after her friend.

Classes started up again, and Clara really couldn't wait until the Quidditch match. First, she desperately wanted to beat the Slytherins. Second, she really wanted to see what Ginny had planned out. Clara, not wanting to get in too much trouble if caught, left most of the work to Ginny.

It was all the school talked about now, though. The Quidditch match had gotten Hogwarts into an irreversible high. Students were ecstatic, to say the least, about the game. Throughout the week of the game, students wore their preferred team's colours whenever they weren't in their school robes. Clara and Ginny shared secret glances between one another, and sometimes were hushed due to their giggling.

The night before the match though, everyone was especially excited. Hermione left the common room early in order to think. Clara bit her lip while Ginny ran through the plan with her.

"Will we actually see them though?"

Ginny flicked her hair. "Hopefully. But It's still satisfying to know that they will enter the change rooms to see-"

"Shut up!" Clara scolded.

After about five minutes though, the noise in the common room had raised drastically. Clara shook her head.

"I'm off to bed," she declared.

Ginny nodded. "I'll be there in twenty. I just wanna see if Fred's gonna-" Her voice was drowned out, and Clara made her way upstairs.

Clara brushed her teeth, and found, although still a bit early, that fatigue was taking over. While Clara brushed, her hand seemed to slow in speed, and the circle motion of the brush on her teeth seemed forced. Clara rinsed her mouth, groggily changed, and fell onto her bed.

That woman again… She stared at the old man angrily.

The old man seemed to notice the glare. He gestured toward the facial expression. "What's that look for?"

The woman angrily huffed. "That's the look you get when I'm about to slap you!" In one swift motion, the woman slapped the old man hard, across the face. "We're going to die in here. And there's a little bit of you that's pleased." 'The Daleks are evil, after all.' 'Everything makes sense.' 'The Doctor is right!'

Scoffing, the old man answered, "Daleks are evil. Irreversibly so. That's what we just learned."

"No, Doctor, that is not what we just learned!" The woman shot back.

The slap scene recurred, and a stinging feeling appeared on Clara's fingertips.

Clara woke up to the sunlight hitting her face. Sucking in a breath, Clara thanked the heavens that her dream wasn't as bad as some of the others. She quickly got ready, and she nudged Ginny on the shoulder to wake her up. She hated that Ginny had such an erratic sleep schedule.

"Mmph," Ginny mumbled into her pillow.

"Wake up," Clara said gently.

"Don't wanna…"

Clara poked her again. "Do you really want to miss today's game?"

"Kinda… yeah…"

"Ginny, wake up right now!"

Ginny groggily sat up, and rubbed her eyes. "Blimey, how much time have we got?"

Clara threw Ginny her Gryffindor tee. "A couple hours. You have everything set, right?"

Ginny nodded, while pulling the shirt over her head. However, once the shirt was on, Ginny sat on her bed like a lame duck.

"Ginny-" Clara warned.

Ginny rolled her eyes and stretched. "Yep, yep, yep… Be with you in a mome-" She yawned heavily.

"Do I have to pour ice water over you?" Clara threatened.

"You're a witch, Clara. You don't need buckets."

"You can't smart-ass you're way out of this one."

"I can, and I have." Ginny plopped her face back down into her pillow.

"I'm starting to seriously think that you don't want to go to the game…"

"I'm tired."

"Why the bloody hell did you stay up so late?"

Ginny mumbled. "Fred, was showing me a-a-" she yawned again.

Clara threw her hands into the air. "OK, fine. I'm tired too, so I'll just stay here."

"Fine."

Of course, after ten minutes of lying in bed, thinking of Réne Descartes, Clara found herself being shaken by the shoulder.

"Clara!" Ginny exclaimed. "Get up, lazy!"

"There we go," Clara grumbled.

Clara, having already dressed. Was all ready. The pair walked down to breakfast together. Laughter filled the Great Hall, though it was mostly full of boys. Ginny smiled at Clara impishly. A couple Slytherins snickered in their direction, but Clara smiled brightly at them all the same. It was, though, full of a we're going to beat you tone.

Clara and Ginny had arrived later than the Gryffindor team, so most of the table was already being occupied by mostly boys. They ate a hearty meal, and were talking about their plan when the team got up to leave. Clara and Ginny called out a 'good luck!' before leaving discreetly as possible themselves.

They tip-toed their way down to the field, and then the boys' Slytherin change rooms. Clara was glad that they're weren't any girls on the team, as that would have meant extra work.

Right before entering, Clara pulled Ginny aside. "What if someone sees us?"

Ginny cocked her head. "We use an invisibility charm!"

Clara shook her head. "We haven't learned of any!"

Ginny gave her a look. "You're smart, figure it out!"

Clara racked her brain. "OK… If this isn't 'reckless' than I don't know what is!" She performed a charm she had come across in a book she was studying for exams. Surprisingly, the two of them were now invisible.

"OK!" Ginny exclaimed. She entered the room, but Clara had to hiss at her.

"Ginny! Don't go too fast! I can see a bit of an outline-"

"Oh, ok."

They snuck in together slowly, making sure that the charm wasn't wearing off. Pursing her lips, Clara pointed her wand at the wall.

Slowly, the wall went from slate grey, to striped yellow and red. Ginny chuckled from beside her, and Clara couldn't help but smile too. Ginny ended up making the whole room look like Godric Gryffindor had vomited on it himself!

After about five minutes of rushed work, the two girls found the uniforms.

"What if they just charm it back into Slytherin colours?" Clara asked.

Ginny shrugged. "As I said, they'll still see our magnificent work. And, plus, the Slytherin team is full of arses for heads."

Clara laughed. "True."

And so, they carefully, but quickly, made each uniform sparkle in red and gold. In fact, they were better than the actual Gryffindor uniforms!

Satisfied with their work, they took a quick glance at the room, which was even more Gryffindor than the actual common room. Looking at each other, they smiled and then bolted out of there, hoping not to get caught.

They managed to get onto the field, and they noticed that the Gryffindor team was on the other side of the field. Clara didn't think that anybody saw them, but they snuck their way to the stand stairs, then quickly climbed up.

"Oh, that was bloody-utiful!" Ginny said, with a red-face.

"Yes, yes it was."

Clara watched as the Gryffindor team walked to their change rooms. Harry actually caught a glance of them, to which Clara gave a quick wave, until she burst into another fit of laughter. Harry raised an eyebrow, but continued walking.

The stands started to fill up, and after ten minutes, the whole place was packed. Clara bit her lip nervously.

The Slytherin side of the stands, were full of silver and green. If Clara didn't focus on the image, the colours blended quite beautifully together.

Then, the Gryffindor team walked out, and Clara and Ginny cheered for their house. Clara noticed, that the Slytherins were still not out on the field.

Madam Hooch must've noticed this too, because she went right outside the entrance to the room, before obviously scolding them. They crowd of people were a bit quieter, as if it would help them be able to hear the conversation from fifty feet away.

Madam Hooch entered the change room, which caused everybody in the stands to gasp. Moments later, the Slytherin team walked out, pink-in-cheeks, with their regular outfits.

From beside her, Ginny sighed. "Of course Hooch had to cock it up!"

And then, the game began.

Honestly, it was one of the most stressful things Clara had ever had to watch. After many penalties, and other things occurred, the score was 80:20, with Gryffindor in the lead. Then, Malfoy was a couple feet away from catching the snitch, and Harry was hopelessly behind him. But, in two second flat, Harry defeated all odds, reached out his arm… And caught the snitch!

Clara felt herself stand up and clap harder than ever before! She was running down, with Ginny right behind, to congratulate Harry and the other members of the team.

Clara fought her way to find Harry first, and when she did, she gave him the biggest hug she could muster.

"Sorry for crushing you!" She yelled on top of the yelling crowd, who were clapping Harry on the back.

"It's fine!" Harry yelled back. He then gave a look of confusion. "Were you-" But his voice was lost, as he was carried on the shoulders by other Gryffindors, to the stands, where Dumbledore held the cup.

Clara smiled as Harry was handed the Cup from a sobbing Wood, and he held it proudly in the air.