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"Mr. Weasley, would you be so kind as to demonstrate the spell?" Professor McGonagall's voice rang through the classroom, causing George to jab his brother awake and Lee to go silent.
"Which one, Professor?" The awake redhead asked, not bothering to stand up. Professor McGonagall didn't react to the taunt. By now, she was used to the twins.
"Good morning, Mr. Weasley." The witch peered over her glasses, eyeballing Fred. He froze mid-yawn and then turned it into a grin. "Nice of you to join us."
"Always a pleasure to hear your dulcet tones, Minerva." The class was dead quiet. But, if you looked carefully enough, you could see Elyse Foxall, a pretty Ravenclaw, hiding her smile behind her parchment. Next to her, Dorothea Bennett, a shy girl from the same house, was staring intently at the Professor, as if she was expecting for the woman to blow. Kenneth Towler, a boy from the twins' dorm, was hiding his snickering with a soft cough.
"Let's see your progress, Mr. Weasley." McGonagall spoke, causing Jack to frown. Knowing the twins, whichever of them was in question, they would somehow get out of it. They always did. Angelina, who was sitting next to the small witch, was leaning on her hand and watching the scene with an amused smirk.
Fred waved his wand at his mouse lazily, as if he had done it thousands of times already. The movement was precise, though, and after his incantation the rodent on his desk began to elongate. Then, its belly slowly turned square, small designs appearing on its receding furry skin. The whole class stared in wonder as the animal turned a nice, golden color and formed a rather detailed snuffbox. Jack had to admit, compared to her own wriggling and fluffy box, Fred's was more that mildly impressive.
"Well done Mr. Weasley." Professor McGonagall praised, causing Jack to grumble into her chin.
"Wait for it." Whispered Angelina into the smaller witch's ear with a wicked grin. The two shared a passion for seeing the twins punished.
"Now, if you would write an essay as to why your mouse turned into a snuffbox the way it did, that would be lovely." The stoic woman exclaimed. "I will expect no less than two pages on my desk by the end of the day." The class was snickering now, as Fred groaned. Even his twin brother was smiling. Fred sunk in his seat as McGonagall walked back to the front, not even thinking about going back to sleep.
Jack couldn't help but smirk and lean towards Angelina this time. "Ten sickles that she gives him a three-day detention." Angelina grinned right back.
"You're on." The girls shook on it with mischief in their eyes. Jack couldn't help but think that the twins were rubbing off on her.
"Oh, and, Mr. Weasley." The Professor spoke causing Jack and Angelina to hang onto every single word that left her mouth. "See me next week for detention. Two days." Jack and Fred groaned in sync. McGonagall swished her wand, as had become her habit when giving one twin detention, and created a small mark on his wrist. Jack dug through her dragon themed purse and found her money. She gave Angelina the sickles for their bet. The dark skinned girl looked smug.
"He doesn't look too happy." Angelina whispered to Jack, her smile still in place. The smaller witch couldn't help the giggle that left her. Fred Weasley sank even further in his seat, as he usually did once awarded detention. His brother was leaning over and the two were whispering quickly to one another.
"No. He doesn't." Confirmed Jack, still giggling. Angelina joined in. The small witch felt some inexplicable weight lift from her chest as she tried to stifle her snickering. It was so good to laugh once more. She had become such a bore in the last few weeks, not having any fun. She had forgotten how her Pa always told her that no matter how terrible everything seemed, it was important to have fun. Laughter meant that you were actually living, and not just existing.
"I always thought that they had no need to talk to each other." Angelina said, poking her mouse with her wand. Jack hummed in question, attempting the wand movement as well. "I mean, they talk with their eyes on their creepy twin wavelength or something." The dark skinned witch made a gesture with her hand towards her temples. Her eyes were still narrowed at the mouse which she was now stopping from running off the desk with her wand.
"I know." Jack agreed. Her mouse had gone a nice, golden hue once more. If she squinted, it even looked a tad squarer that it had been moments before. She repeated the wand movement and incantation, and the little rodent's body became hardened. Its tiny, golden and furry, legs were still wriggling and attempting to balance its changed body. "They seem to talk with their eyes." The witch gave up, pushing her mouse down onto the table gently, forcing it to stop wriggling. Angelina was still attempting to detain hers. "Jedi mind tricks, don't you agree?"
"Jedi?" Her friend asked, grabbing her mouse finally. "What's a jedi?"
Jack smiled and angled herself towards Angelina. Talking to Lawrence at Hogwarts often made her forget that not all wizards and witches were privy to knowledge of the muggle world, Angelina more than often being one of them. Her muggle side of the family wasn't into Star Wars or hard rock anyways, so most of Jack's jokes went over the girl's head.
"Well-"
"No, that's alright." Angelina interrupted, changing her mind. "I actually don't want to know." Jack felt her nose scrunch involuntarily at the rejection. "I saw you giving O'Sullivan a lecture on Wars of the Stars and Doctor something and he looked in pain."
"What?" Jack straightened, turning completely to watch her friend. Angelina let her mouse go free once more and attempted the spell. "He asked me to explain it to him. And, he was asking questions about it as I explained." Angelina snorted, repeating the spell.
"No, he was just being nice. O'Sullivan is one of the nicest guys I've met." The dark skinned witch explained. "He wanted to get to know you better, since you do sit together in Study Hall, and wasn't sure what to ask about. And, I overheard him talking to Weasley, the prefect, about it. I guess Weasley told him about your Stars thing." Angelina explained still attempting to transfigure her mouse. To Jack, it seemed like she was trying to maim it. Or maybe just seriously injure. "See, what I don't get is, you like the Wars of the Stars thing, but you can't figure out Astronomy." Her wand managed to hit her mouse's behind. "Sorry, mouse. Wait." She chased it once more as Jack frowned, thinking about the new revelations. "I need to transfigure you."
"It's Star Wars." Jack mumbled. Then, she moved her book, allowing Angelina's rodent to make a clumsy, half-transfigured, run for it. "Run for your life, little poorly transfigure mouse!" Jack exclaimed, causing Angelina to giggle and set hers free as well.
"Miss Knight, Miss Johnson." Professor McGonagall appeared behind them with a stern tone. Then again, she might've been there for a while. The witch was like a ninja. Professor McGonagall needed a bell around her neck. Being a cat and all that, it seemed perfectly logical. Jack could see the twins laughing as McGonagall gave both her and Angelina detention for freeing their mice.
Well, at least she didn't have to write a paper on why her mouse wouldn't turn into a snuffbox.
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"-ack. Jack!" The small witch snapped up, straightening in her seat. "Morning!" Charlie exclaimed with a bright smile from her side. Her stomach did a weird flip that it usually did around the prefect. He had woken her up. Jack rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and then looked around. Dinner. Right, she had gone down for dinner after Study Hall.
"Hello, Charlie." She greeted back and reached for her goblet, only to find it empty. The sixth year grabbed a pitcher of pumpkin juice and poured it for her.
"Classes taking their toll on you?" He asked, cheery demeanor still in place. Jack saw that the Great Hall was mostly empty. She could see a couple of Hufflepuffs finishing their dinner and a few Slytherins debating something. The Gryffindor table was empty, except for Charlie, Ronan O'Sullivan and her.
"You could say that." Jack mumbled, wondering for the nth time if she should actually tell someone with authority what she had noticed. After all, Charlie would believe her. He was her friend. They had discussed all kinds of things about dragons (some more gruesome than the others). Surely, he would believe her and not think that she is crazy.
A pit in Jack's stomach grew as she bit her tongue to prevent herself from speaking. Charlie was chattering about something excitedly to her and Ronan, but she wasn't hearing the words. The thought of him becoming distant as Angelina had become was terrible. Jack didn't want to have to put her 'filter' on with her friends. She wanted to be able to talk to them about anything. Wasn't that friendship? Maybe she was wrong.
"-right, Jack?" There was an absence of conversation. The small witch looked up to see the two older students looking at her expectantly.
"Errrr… Maybe?" She answered causing them both to laugh.
"Charlie, mate, I think she listens to ye more when ye ramble about dragon excrement." Ronan laughed merrily. Jack really liked his accent. He had a tenor voice, which made his Irish way of pronouncing words even better to listen to. It was hilarious how he had adopted some of the purely British slang, and was now pronouncing it with his accent.
"I do listen to him, I promise." Jack interrupted. "I was just thinking about the homework that I need to finish." Ronan frowned a bit, exchanging a look with Charlie. They began laughing. "What?" Jack asked. "What's so funny?"
Charlie took a breath in between his laughs. "Wait until you get to sixth year, by then, you'll just be wishing that you didn't have any more homework, much less thinking about it." Jack giggled. Sometimes, Ronan and Charlie reminded her of the twins a bit. Maybe Fred and George would become less cruel with the years and become like these two? Of course, Weasley and O'Sullivan weren't brothers (maybe distantly related, as most wizards were), but they had a certain synchronized thing going on.
"Agreed." Added Ronan. "If ye think that Snape is a troll now, wait 'till ye're in yer fifth or sixth year and all those difficult potions appear in yer book. Ahhh~ The painful memories!" The boy joked, causing them all to laugh.
"O.W.L.s" Charlie popped in with a groan, making Ronan wince.
"What about them?" Jack asked, oblivious. "My owl is great! I actually go up to the Owlery and visit him every morning." She proudly explained. Charlie looked at her with warm eyes, almost like he wanted to hug her. He opened his mouth to answer, but Ronan intervened.
"No, Charlie! Don't!" He exclaimed. "Don't ruin the young lass's innocence yet! Let her dream of the better place before the avalanche comes!" Jack's nose scrunched up in confusion.
"True, we had that luxury." The prefect said with a bright smile. Jack's stomach flipped. Ronan laughed once more.
"Shall we?" The Irish boy asked, standing and picking up his things. Charlie got up as well, causing Jack to follow. Dejectedly, she realized that she hadn't eaten anything, despite the fact that she had been to dinner. Her stomach growled all the way to the Gryffindor Tower as the boys chatted about the newest developments in the Quidditch world.
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A pile of books slammed onto his table, causing him to look up.
"Volkov." The older boy smiled with false politeness. Dmitry knew him well. A little too well.
"Ward." He greeted back, his heart not in it. The older Slytherin dropped into the chair on the opposite side of the table. The common room was noisy, but it was just how Dmitry liked it. The more people were present, the better it was for him. Stupid bully won't do much if there are witnesses all around him. That's one of the reasons why the Russian had taken to doing his homework at one of the lone desks in the common rooms. It was rather pleasant, in fact. "How may I help you?" Dmitry asked in an even tone. The heir of the Crest of Volk didn't show fear. Ever.
"In many ways, Volkov." Ward replied. "For starters, since you like Transfiguration, why don't you finish my essays for me?" Transfiguration had never been Dmitry's forte. Well, fifth year Transfiguration wasn't. First year, he could work with. But, since homework wasn't too hard of a thing to do, merely time-consuming, Dmitry didn't mind it much. All he needed, he could find in the books. If not, the library.
"We had an accord." The Russian calmly stated, looking over the books that were now added to his pile. It wasn't only Transfiguration.
Ward seemed a bit disgruntled at Dmitry's indifferent acceptance of the new load of work. "Well, then. If you're looking for more work, you may also continue onto Potions, Ancient Runes and Charms." The fifth year grinned smugly with malice and then left the desk.
Dmitry let out an unamused snort. Just because he wasn't allowed to take Ancient Runes didn't meant that he couldn't understand the subject if he read up on it. The heir of the Crest of Volkov should be well educated. And Dmitry's mother was all about tradition. With a grin, he pushed the fifth year's books away to finish Nettlebed's homework. He was in for a long night.
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The windows burst suddenly and the black smoke tickled in. It was quickly filling the room, first covering the floor and then slowly climbing up the objects. It wasn't just any smoke. It was liquid like. Almost heavy looking. It splashed around the room, its inhabitants unsuspecting. They were sleeping deeply, after all.
He didn't move from his bed. This time, he didn't even try. Let it swallow him. Who cares. It's just a dream anyways. He had panicked one too many times already. He had fought one too many times. It was over. He gave up.
The smoke moved up and up, touching the bedcovers. It climbed up the scarlet drapes of the beds, and slowly soaked into them. It seemed to cling to the material. He watched in silence as the mass headed for him. He didn't care. Let it come. This was just a nightmare. One couldn't die in a nightmare. His toes went ice-cold and numb as soon as the liquid darkness engulfed them. The jumper that his mother had knitted for him that Christmas was warm on him, though. Remembering the inviting Burrow somehow brought him comfort in face of this darkness.
The smoke reached his brother's body and he waved his wand in a practiced motion, trying to dispel it with one of the spells that he had learned recently. He wasn't expecting it to work. It usually didn't. However, the smoke jumped away from his brother, as if hurt. The spell had worked!
With renewed vigor and energy, the young wizard threw himself forward and started firing off any spell that he could remember. Sure enough, the smoke began to sway. Then, a mighty roar sounded behind him and the boy froze. The smoke was all the way up to his knees, making his calves icy cold and borderline painful. It was the unbearable pain. The one on the inside of the legs.
A black mass of fur flew by him, the air from its run making the smoke disperse slightly. It circled him. When he looked carefully, he could see a form of a sleek, elegant, black cat walking around him. It barely stood out against the darkness of the smoke, but it was there. It had always been there. From the very start. The wizard didn't move. He was terrified of upsetting the giant beast that always suffocated him in his dreams. He was afraid of dying once more, only to wake up to his brother's scared face.
A low rumble sounded from the cat, almost a purr, and it neared him, rubbing its body on his calves. He felt warmth enter them and slowly, they stopped hurting. The fur was as soft as he remembered it to be. The hairs that he had feared in his dreams were now helping him. With bravery befitting one of his house, he lowered his hand slightly and allowed his trembling and cold fingers to sink into the warm fur.
Safety.
He immediately thought of that. But, no, it wasn't the kind of safety that he had at home, at the Burrow. It was a different kind of safety. He couldn't really place it. As the cat did another turn, he tried to place the scent that the beast brought with it. He couldn't. It was familiar though. The scent of parchment, chocolate and some kind of a flower. He was sure that he had smelled it before. And he had been safe at that place, by that person.
Why had it suffocated him so many times then?
The cat pushed him back then, making him trip on his own feet and fall onto his bed. The young wizard looked up, his shout of surprise dying in his throat. The large cat jumped up then, pinning him down. Now, he could see what it was. It was a sleek panther with wicked eyes that were staring straight into his soul.
Would it make him wake up by dying once more?
He hoped not. The creature leaned forward, its pink tongue darting out to lick his face in one smooth, wet movement.
Fred jolted awake. He panted in his bed, eyes looking around. He pushed away the parchments that were strewn about him on his bed and grabbed his wand. Then, he scrambled out of bed. Obviously, he had fallen asleep while writing all the different joke ideas. Some were quite impossible. But, if he didn't have ideas, he couldn't create anything new. Brainstorming was a great way to start. However, at that moment, he didn't have the heart to even think about continuing his work.
His toes were still frozen as he slipped on a pair of socks. But, everything that the large panther had touched was pleasantly warm. Fred stumbled around the dark for one more moment and then decided to go to the common room. He wasn't going back to sleep, that much he knew from experience. He decided to do something productive in the end and reached back onto his bed, taking the parchments with him.
"Forge?" An identical voice to his asked from the darkness of the dorm. He had awoken his brother again. "Is that yo-aaa-u?" The other half of the twins yawned through his words.
"Yeah." Fred whispered back, trying to find his way to the door by memory and touch. He was pretty sure that his fingers brushed against someone's dirty clothes on the way. His eyes narrowed in disgust at the thought and he forced it out of his mind. "Go back to sleep." He told his brother in a whisper.
"Are you alright?" George seemed completely awake now.
"Yeah." Fred managed to reach the door, wand and parchment in hand. "Promise." He glanced behind him as he opened the door and saw a silhouette of his brother sitting up. "Go back to sleep." He whispered once again and headed towards the dimly lit common room. It was red, golden and yellow. And it was warm and welcoming.
As Fred snuck down the stone stairs his toes were slowly becoming warmer and warmer in his socks. The jumper that his mother had sent him was still comfortably toasty over his pajamas. It smelled like home. Fred headed towards the fireplace that was slowly going dead and tossed a log inside.
"Incendio." The redhead murmured setting it ablaze. As the flames began to lick the fresh wood, the room seemed brighter. Once he looked around, Fred noticed that the candles were burning brighter, as well. Clever bit of magic, he thought with a small smile. Magic like this always made him happy. In a good, inside-warming, kind of way. That's why he knew he wanted to do with his life. He wanted to make others feel like that, happy and warm on the inside because of a little spell. He knew that George felt the same.
The twins had discussed it many times. Finding comfort in magic was something that they both did, from a very young age, too. And, it was something basic for all wizards, something that made them who they were. But, both of the boys had felt like everyone around them was simply using the magic without actually looking at it. They were becoming more and more detached from the thing that made them different from muggles.
All those spells that his mother used in the kitchen while cooking. All those incantations that his father murmured to reverse illegally enchanted objects. All those potions that the healers gave you to remove your illness. All those complicated wand twists and turns that the wizards used to get around each and every day. They all had rules. They all had regulations. What they were forgetting was that the core, the beginning of all that magic was simply that: a funny accident. George and himself, they were going to own the greatest joke shop ever and they were going to remind all those stuck up wizards how the fancy magic that they used began.
With a smile, Fred dropped his many rolls of parchment onto the small table in front of the couch and headed towards his seat while fiddling with his wand. The comfortable, old, red couch seemed like the most comfortable place to sit at after his nightmare. With a smile on his face, Fred sank into it while looking at the dying fire.
"Owww!" The couch yelped. "Get off, wanker!" Fred was pretty sure that he flew up like he hadn't in a long time. Specifically, since Bill had pranked him and George with a spell that made needles in their beds whenever they sat down (but not when their family did).
"Bloody hell!" He exclaimed, turning around, wand raised in defense. Soon, he realized that he didn't really need it. Two bright, silvery eyes were staring at him from the couch. His heart was pounding a mile per minute from the previous fright. Fred had to admit, he kind of pitied their victims, if they had all felt like this when pranked. Not like that was going to stop either him or his brother from continuing their work.
"Weasley?" The tired voice of Jack Knight (because, who else had those creepy grey eyes?) asked from the sofa. She slowly sat up, her hair a tangled mess. Fred began laughing uncontrollably. "Wh-aaa-at?" She asked through a yawn. They never had gotten onto good terms. It was strange, their friendship. Fred was pretty sure that Jack hated the twins. Then again, he did sometimes see her talking to George. She even sat next to his brother in some classes. He supposed that all the teasing that he did didn't get him any points with her.
Not that he really minded. When he felt like talking to Jack, he talked to her. And, she seemed fine with that. He certainly didn't want to be her 'bestie' like Johnson or Spinnet. George and he didn't need anyone messing up their pranks. Then, he remembered the time before Halloween. And the near perfect potion that she had made for them without asking questions. And, she was pretty funny when she tried.
"You look like a puffskein with a bad haircut." The redhead told her once he managed to collect himself from laughing at her hair. Jack quickly combed her fingers through it trying to calm it down. "Here." Fred bent forward, this time without the attempt of sitting on the small witch, and ruffled her hair about. She gave him an exasperated look. "Who cares what you look like?"
"I do." She replied and attempted to tame her hair again. Serves her for thinking that he could do something nice. He wasn't Charlie. Nor George. Fred was the Evil Twin.
"I don't care what you look like." He said with a grin. Fred watched the girl wrestle with her hair for a while. It was longer that when he had met her. Then, she had almost looked like a boy. A tiny, clumsy boy. "If you look like a puffskein, you should act more like it, you know. Be quiet and easy to take care of, all that." He noticed the dark bags under her eyes. She wasn't sleeping well either. Maybe that's why she was down here? Same as him. "And hum in happiness when content." He joked.
"Sod off." Jack murmured quietly. Fred frowned. No comeback? No fire? What the-? He was expecting more, to be honest. Jack always had something dark, gory and un-girly to say to him. She got very creative ideas from her horror books. Like, that she would make him eat glass. Or that she wanted to tie his hands with metal wires and wait until the tissue goes dead to chop them off. She was fun.
"Here." He leaned over once more, reaching for her hair. She moved away, but he was sitting on the blanket that was still tangled around her, so she couldn't escape.
"Weasley, don't you dare!" She whisper-yelled, scared of waking up the whole house once Fred managed to catch her and begin working on the knot that she had been having trouble with. Her hair was soft and smelled like some kind of a fruit. He would never, ever admit that he noticed that. Vaguely, he was aware of the heat that was spreading across his face and ears. He was pretty sure that his freckles had vanished into the redness.
"Thanks ."Jack mumbled when he pulled away and reached up to check her hairstyle. It was smooth.
"Shocker." Fred fired back, looking longingly at the scrolls. He wouldn't be able to work on them if she was there. Surprisingly, he didn't regret it. He doubted that he would be able to concentrate on anything after the nightmare.
"That I'm polite?" Jack said irritably. Her nose was all scrunched up. It was a habit, he noted with a smirk. Made her round face look all weird.
"That you're polite to me."
"I'm polite to anyone." Fred laughed heartily, reminding Jack of Charlie. They were really similar when they laughed. "Alright, maybe not to everyone." She corrected. "It's a shocker that you can fix hair." She told him.
"My brother Bill is going through a long hair phase." He explained with a smirk. "Looks really cool, though. Maybe I should do it, too?" The redhead joked. "Imagine me with a short ponytail." He showed it with his hands. "That long."
Jack began laughing. "No! Oh, Merlin!" She kept giggling. "Ridiculous!"
"What?" Fred objected. "I could pull it off!" They laughed for a while. Then, a short, but comfortable silence ensued. The two first years sat, watching the new log go dark and burnt in the fire. "Why are you down here?" Fred whispered, like Jack would run away or explode at him if he spoke louder.
Jack sighed. He waited for a couple of moments and just as he opened his mouth to ask her something else, the girl answered. "I had a nightmare." This caught his full attention. The witch was still staring into the fire when he turned towards her, taking in everything about her. He almost slapped his forehead. How had he not noticed? She hadn't been as loud and as spirited as usual. She had been tired, sleeping in class. She wasn't fun to be around. She was having nightmares.
"What kind of a nightmare?" The wizard cautiously asked. Jack shrugged. Then, a couple of more moments passed and Fred's excitement slowly deflated. Maybe he had been a tad too hasty to assume? Maybe she just had a simple night terror?
"About black smoke." She whispered then, still looking into the comforting fire. It must remind her of the dragons that she was insane about, Fred guessed. He reached for her hand, pulling it in his, now warm, one. When Jack finally met his look, she must've noticed the suspense in his posture.
"You too?" They said at the same time. Jack's stomach growled and Fred burst into laughter, the serious moment ruined.
That's all folks!
Anyways, I'm going to be short and sweet tonight, I have an exam tomorrow and I'm insane for writing this almost the whole day xD
By the way, our lovely Maiannaise has named our ship! We have two options Fraqueline/Jaed, what do you guys think?
Onto the reviews!
Maiannaise: Hopefully, the little tidbit at the end helps your waiting :D No romance yet, but I can't wait for it either xD All the best!
MalfoyTwin: Hahahah, I'm glad that you like it! Anyways, we'll see about Vasilescu… We'll see… believe me, her name is a bit of a problem for me, too xD Romanian in origin, damn difficult to spell xD
Dmitry? Why? Poor guy xD I love Dmitry xD Well… hopefully I will change your mind by the end of our journey :D This little paragraph about him up there is for you :D Totally unplanned, I went back up and added it :) All the best!
Henria: No idea, I know that you and Emma have been with me for the longest, though :D I'm terrified of dropping quality for the two of you xD I know about the slow updates.. I just fandom hop and then return later and I'm like 'Where was I going with this?' xD Glad that you get it :)
Oh man, Maggie in Secret Garden! Such a lovely movie! Such a great book :3 I watched it again some time ago… It was just as great as I remember it to be :D Maggie is amazing!
I know, but I keep stumbling on the fics with perfect relationships, friends or lovers, so I get that that's a given on fanfiction. I guess that I'm keeping it real :P Yeah, Jack isn't one for apologies… She's trying, though :D Dragon raised her fine :P Though, I try to show that Angelina and Jack both argue and get long. It's cool to be that way, life isn't perfect.
All the best!
Shopgirllaura: Welcome to the family! Thanks for the lovely review! I'm soooo happy that you read it all at once and that I kept your attention till the end :D
I'll try and update fast, but I have exams now, so I'm a tad swamped :D I promise that I have plans…. Mostly xD
I think that I'll have problems once I get to Harry's first year xD My creativity will go poof and I'll need to re-read the books once more :P Though, I might piss off loads of people with the original stuff because it will deviate from JK's version of the creatures that I'm using ;) All the best!