Bunch of notes for this chapter. First off, I would like to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY! to my wonderful group of Underground Fanfictioners. It's our one-year birthday today, which is part of the reason this is getting updated on a Wednesday, not a Thursday. The next reason is that I'll be traveling for the rest of the week, so I'm not sure about the internet connection. Therefore, I figured I might as well update it today when I know I have internet instead of stressing out about it tomorrow.

Oh! Thanks to my roommate for giving me the idea of how to end this. If it wasn't for her and her potty mouth, things would have ended a lot differently.

Enjoy!

Rule #36: I will not change the password to the Prefects' bath to "Makes getting clean as much fun as getting dirty"

If you don't want students to change the passwords, don't make them so easy to change. It's as simple as that.

Also, don't allow us access to Ravenclaws, who can find out about password changing spells in a matter of days and master said spells. At least make it more of a challenge for us. It's no fun if there's no challenge to it.

Even the Weasley twins agree with me on that.

I wish all baths were like the Prefects' bath at Hogwarts. Using that bath makes it worth to take a bath.

And this is coming from me. I hate taking baths. Almost as much as I hate eating vegetables.

Now, let me clarify something. I hate taking baths but that doesn't mean I'm not a cleanly person. I take showers daily. Sometimes two or three times daily, depending on how many explosions I've caused or how much running I've had to do.

Baths are just tedious. Showers are quick and necessary. Baths just take up time I don't have. Time that could be better spent coming up with an invention that could make the richest person in the world.

Or just an invention that would make it so I wouldn't have to actually get a boring job like my mother. I never understood why she would become a teacher. Didn't she learn anything from raising me?

It should be known that the hardest thing about passwords is actually coming up with a password. It should be something that's not easily predicted like "Open sesame!" or "Supercalifragilisticexpialid ocious!" or just "Open up!" That's so dull.

No, it needs to be something unique.

It needs to be something like "Mwuhahahaha!" or "Cheep cheep" or…well, I guess they were on to something with "Supercalifragilisticexpialid ocious."

Like I said, it was a piece of cake once I figured out what the password should be changed to. I still can't believe it took me over a week to think of that password. It should have been obvious from the get go.

"McGonagall's going to kill us," Fred whispered to his twin, thinking that I couldn't hear him.

"I can hear you, Bookend One," I informed him as I crossed another password off the list.

"Why does she call us Bookends?" George whispered to his brother.

"You know the reason why," I replied and crossed two more off the list.

"Slytherins. So rude," the twins replied in unison. I rolled my eyes.

"Gryffindors, so loud," I snapped back. "I can hear every word you're saying."

"You're also sitting between us," George replied.

"What's your point?" I asked with a shrug.

"Of course you can hear us," Fred said with a sigh. I didn't have a response to that so I said the only thing I could in that situation.

"Get back to work. We need to come up with a password before we get caught."

"You don't think this looks suspicious?" Fred asked. I shrugged.

"Why would I?" I asked.

"Us and you whispering quietly together?" George said sarcastically. "Nothing suspicious about that at all."

"It's not suspicious at all," I reassured them but instinctively flinched as I looked up and saw Madam Pince glaring at me. She's never been too fond of me. I'm not completely sure why.

"Why is this so hard?" I whined twenty minutes later. "It's a password for the Prefects' bathroom! A bathroom that makes getting clean as much fun as getting dirty!"

Fred and George cracked up laughing and one of them scribbled something on a piece of parchment.

"We found your password," they said in unison as the paper was pushed toward me. I glanced at it and grinned.

Makes getting clean as much fun as getting dirty

"Perfect!" I cheered loudly and flinched again as Madam Pince glared at me again. I rubbed my hands together with an evil grin.

"Okay, here's the plan of action. Tell as many people as you can that the password of the Prefects' bathroom is being changed and that the password will be handed out to everyone."

"And we're telling them the password right away?"

I gave George a horrified look.

"Of course not! They'll know when the password is being given."

"They will?" The Weasley twins looked skeptical. I nodded enthusiastically. I was already forming the plan in my mind. It was going to be spectacular. Students would be talking about this for years.

Fred and George still looked skeptical but took off with the new information. I trusted them to get word around. Gryffindors are good for that. After all, they're so loud.

Of course, the bad thing about loud cohorts is that even the professors became suspicious. Everywhere I went, there was a professor looking over my shoulder. I finally had to retreat to my dorm to carry out my plans!

I never spend any time in my dorm! It's full of evil things, like bras!

By the time dinner came around, it took all my self-control to not grin evilly and to not bounce out of my seat. I had things timed right for the middle of dinner, when everyone would be there.

It took forever.

But when the middle of dinner finally came around, it was totally worth it. By the middle of dinner, almost everyone in the entire school knew that something was up. They kept glancing at me and the Weasley twins, wondering when things were going to go down. Even the Weasley twins were looking at each other and me!

In the middle of dinner, the banner that hangs above the head table began flashing colors, drawing the attention of everyone in the Great Hall. Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall traded looks, wondering who would get blamed for this.

Once everyone was looking at the banner, words began forming on the now rainbow-colored banner. Slowly, it became readable.

Prefects' Bathroom Password—"Makes getting clean as much fun as getting dirty."

Courtesy of Fred, George, and Faye

The most important thing I learned that night—never sign your name on your work. It assigns instant blame and there's no getting out of it.

"It was just a joke! Calm your tits!" I protested as I was being dragged away by my ear by Professor Snape. Professor McGonagall had already dragged Fred and George away, lecturing as she went.

Definitely the worst thing to say to a man. I was lucky that I wasn't expelled on the spot.

"Detention!"

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