Authors note: Hello lovelies, I have a quick note before we begin. When you see italics just on its own it is writing, but if you see "italics" it is spoken French, because the author cannot speak, read or write in French. So now that that little bit of business is done, own with the show!

As the new year drew closer Jeanne found herself missing her family, friends and home, far more than she had since she left. None of them had been there for her birthday or Christmas, and, after sending her four friends at Illvermorney a hour scarf, badge and assortment of sweets and joke items or Christmas, they had sent her one card between them. A single Christmas card and not a single birthday wish. She missed her family and the extravagant party that they threw every year just after Christmas and on new year's itself. None of her family had really written to her since the incident with those Gryffindor boys. Even Matt and Allen hadn't written to her since they had left.

She had taken to wondering the school, looking for secret passages and hidden rooms. What else could she do? She had finished her holiday homework and she had read all of her course books already. The older students didn't want to play with her either, they were all too busy doing adult stuff or council things. Jeanne liked the idea of the council. It was clever. But the representatives for the younger years was lacking. Or to be specific the female representative was lacking. Pansy Parkinson was more interested in talking about boys and how she looked, to care about the first year's problems. Vince was a great representative. He listened to the younger years and he like them enough to help them out with homework and maneuvering around the castle without getting lost. Daphne would have been a better choice, or Millicent. But Jeanne had no leg to stand on when it came to British politics. She had her uncle, but she wasn't blood related to him and a lot of the other students brushed the connection aside.

As she wondered she stumbled upon a piece of parchment laying innocently on the floor. It looked old and ages, but it thrummed with a soft magic, and she could feel something - and nothing all at the same time - tingle the tips of her finger as she brushed her hand over it. It seemed safe, and interesting. Maybe she should use the spell they were told about in prep-school. Revelio. Saying the words to spells was odd. No one back home did it. They were told to not do it in prep school. So, maybe she should try not saying the spell, but still try and cast it. With a wave of her wand, writing appeared on the parchment.

Messer Wormtail would like to inform the young miss that she should keep her slimy little paws of things that aren't hers

'Well that's rather rude,' she thought to herself. she saw another line of writing appear. The hand writing was different, so she read on.

Messer Moony would like to congratulate the little Slytherin on her excellent silent spell casting

Well that one seemed nicer. Perhaps the first one was just tetchy that she had found their thingamajig and had tried to find out what it was. A third line appeared, again different from the rest.

Messer Prongs would like to know why the young miss thought a Revelio would reveal our lovely secret. we aren't armatures after all!

Secret. Now she really wanted to know what the parchment was. A fourth and final line appeared on the parchment. From a Messer Padfoot.

HOW DOES ONE SWEAR TO PRANK? - MESSER PADFOOT X

Swear to prank? Jeanne entered an empty class room and placed the parchment thingy on one of the desks. Was Messer Padfoot giving her a clue? She had to try. But obviously it wasn't that simple there had to be a certain wording.

She broke down what Padfoot had said.

"How does one swear to prank?" she muttered to herself. So, was it asking how do you sign a prank, or how do you swear that you will prank? Jeanne decided one the second option.

"I swear that mayhem is my goal?" she tried, tapping the parchment with her wand.

Messer Prongs would like to inform the young lady that it shall not work unless you solemnly swear it

Ok, so she was on the right track. Was it supposed to Rhyme though? What Rhymed with swear? Pair, stair, mare, wear... nothing to do with pranking and Mischief making... Mischief making. Make Mischief?

"I solemnly swear to make Mischief." She watched as the letter appeared again in Messer Moony's writing.

Messer Moony would like to inform the little Slytherin that she is getting warmer!

'That's good,' she though. But what were other ways to say making Mischief. Causing mayhem? Being up to no good? To prank everywhere? 'That matched the Rhyme idea,' she thought.

"But the last one didn't Rhyme," she huffed to herself. she spent an hour writing down different passwords and even tried a little bit of French after she got frustrated.

"I solemnly swear that I am causing trouble!" she yelled, hitting her wand against the parchment in frustration. Two of the Messer's responded to her this time.

Messer Prongs would like to know why the young lady thought shouting and abusing out treasure would work?

MESSER PADFOOT WOULD LIKE TO SAY THAT YOU ARE ON FIRE (PLUS THE FRENCH IS A NICE TOUCH KID) KEEP TRYING

Well at least she was getting closer. So, she kept thinking. She finally had her eureka moment as footsteps sounded outside of the room. She didn't notice as the door was opened, or the two read heads who peaked inside to see what was going on.

"I Solemnly swear that I am up to no good," she grinned triumphantly. She heard the applauds behind her as more words appeared on the parchment.

' Messer's Moony, Wormtail, PADFOOT,& PRONGS

ARE PROUD TO PRESENT THE MARAUDERS MAP!'

Jeanne read it and then glance over her shoulder to see the twins stood there with grins on their identical faces.

"Well, well Gred. Our little Princess found the map -" George chimed.

" - And she figured out the password for the Map, Forge," Fred added. Jeanne looked to the parchment and unfolded it. It was a map, an extensive one of the whole school, with little foot prints with names over them of the students and teachers.

"Wow, this is amazing..." The twins stalked towards the blond and watched the map with her. Her eyes seemed to roam over it, searching out all of the hidden passages and rooms she could lay her eyes on. She froze when she saw two names very close together in a broom closet. "Eww!" she yelled, pushing the map away from her and towards the twins.

"What's eww?" George asked, trying to find what had disgusted her.

"Pansy is in a broom closet with Cassius Warrington. Yuck!" The twins shared a look before Fred took out his wand and tapped it to the map.

"Mischief Managed," He said clearly. Jeanne scrunched her nose up at the parchment before wondering how Fred knew that saying Mischief managed would make the map disappear.

"This little Jeannie, I Fred and I's most prized possession. The glue for every prank we pull, and for your silence we will let you use it on weekends to wander around, but you can't let anyone find it or see it," George explained with a serious frown. It didn't last long after Jeanne's eyes lit up and she beamed up at the twins with a dazzling smile.

"You are the best Fred and George ever!" she yelled, jumping to try and hook onto both of them in a hug. They were too tall. Fred and George grinned and helped her stay in place, dangling from the floor.

"Of course, we're the best Gred and Forge, Jeannie-dear -" Fred chimed.

" - After all we are one of a kind," George added. Jeanne laughed at the twin's dramatics and hugged them tighter.

The twins knew just how to brighten any day. Especially days where Jeanne wanted nothing more than to go home. The twins made being at Hogwarts worth it.

Authors note #2: I did it! Second chapter of the Holiday season. A bit more light hearted than the last few but everyone needs a bit of Mischief in their lives. So to concluded today, I hope you are all well and I hope you have all enjoyed, tah-tah for now my Lovelies x

-Mischief Managed