A/N: Okay, there will be lots of hints of semi-darkness in this chapter. And it might get a little confusing -- but hang in there, all will be explained.
And that is your warning.
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Disclaimer: I do not own the characters that you recognize, the spells you recognize, and places you recognize; including but not limited to the following - Sirius Black, James Potter, Lily Evans, Arabella Figg (I own her personality though!) Remus Lupin, Minerva McGonagall, Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, and Albus Dumbledore. Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat, Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and various spells. I do own what you do not recognize. So, don't take them without permission! I am not associated with any owners of Harry Potter (including the amazing J.K. Rowling) and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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MY2 ~ The Great Prank War
By: Noelle
Chapter 2: Intérieur
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The rosy Dawn took her throne, after asking the dark Night to kindly move. She sat, looking over the earth, unaware of the changes which would take place. She was unaware of the evil, the evil that was to put their plan into action that day.
She spread her fingers across the canvas, sweeping golds, and pinks. Dawn swept purples, and faint greens. Taking her artist's brush, she swept reds, and blues.
Dawn was an artist, the sky her canvas. And everyday, she would decide its fate. She went to a southern part of her canvas, and drew gray clouds, which towered over mountains. Dawn then brushed a golden light, which represented sunlight, upon several places. Chewing her fingernail, she debated on the next place to draw the towering rain clouds.
Closing her gray eyes, Dawn painted, sweeping her paints. After finishing, in her mind, Dawn opened her eyes.
The canvas was gorgeous, colours everywhere. However, in one place… Dawn couldn't quite put her finger on it. There, it always rained.
Tracing the small English village, she thought to herself. Then, ever so cautiously, Dawn made a hint of sunshine. Today would be different.
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Gray clouds towered over Malfoy Manor, extending as far as the eye could see. And some eyes were not very happy about the rain.
"It always rains!" grumbled Noelle Charrier. She stomped around for a bit. "Where is the sun! I want it to be sunny!"
She heard a knock upon the oak door leading to her room. This was quite the strange occurrence, being that most people enjoyed pretending that she didn't exist.
Taking several long strides, Noelle reached the door, and slowly turned the doorknob, halfway expecting to see the bogeyman.
The bogeyman would have been better. Lucifer stood in the doorway, holding his wand, and looking rather grave.
He walked toward Noelle, holding out his wand. He touched her head. Noelle went and ducked, as Lucifer said a foreign-sounding spell.
"Petrificus Totalus!" he screamed out, and Noelle felt her body go stiff. She dropped to the ground.
Lucifer sneered, as he approached her. Yet, it wasn't a true sneer. Noelle could see the fear in his eyes, and sorrow. However, she could also see evil.
"Emprisonnez l'un intérieur les lignes," he whispered, holding his wand to Noelle's temple.
Noelle felt herself spinning out of this world and into another. She spun faster and faster, and felt quite queasy by the end of her trip.
Trip, would be right. She came crashing to the ground, landing on her back.
"Ump," she grunted, as she tried to get up. Her ankle felt a little tingly, but everything else felt all right.
Noelle looked around, wondering how hard she hit her head.
A rolling white mist extended out. It was more like a fog, but you could see little -- very little.
Noelle stood shakily up, holding her head. "Ouch," she grumbled. "That hurt!" she screamed out to Lucifer, wherever he was. Oh, would he get it when she got back…
After managing to stand up, Noelle looked around. She was holding a large crayon - around 4 feet - which was black. She looked around in amazement. Lucius, Severus, Narcissa, and many others were knelt on the ground, coloring.
Noelle walked over to Severus. "Hey Sevv - "
"Shh!" he interrupted. "I am working!"
Noelle looked rather perplexed, as was understandable.
"How did you get here?" she asked softly.
Severus looked up, his hair greasier than usual. "I do not recall. I was not conscious at the time."
Noelle looked at her long-time friend in concern. "But how long have you been here?"
"I do not know an exact period. You lose sense of time here. I think that it has been months."
"Months?" Noelle questioned, clearly shocked.
Severus shrugged. "It may have been longer."
"But, do you know how to get out of here?"
"We have to finish the picture," he told her.
Noelle looked down, and realized what she was standing on. It was a large picture of -- well, she wasn't quite sure, but it was a picture of something.
"So… coloring? You think that will work?"
"Well," Severus said softly, "We all were sent here with crayons, and there's a big picture…"
Noelle sighed. "Might as well get to work," she said, as she began to colour.
MEANWHILE, IN THE REAL WORLD
Lucifer muttered, "Finite Incatanteum." Noelle's body relaxed.
"Mal?" he asked.
Noelle sneered. "What do you think, Luci?" She stood up. "We should get ready to put the plan into action. Master would like it done by December?"
Lucifer smiled at his dream come true. "Yes, December. Is that all right with you, Mistress?"
The girl before him was not recognizable, if you looked closely. Her eyes were cold. "Yes, it is fine. Now, leave me be, I must be ready to leave in an hour's time."
Lucifer bowed. "Yes Mistress," he said, before ducking out of the room.
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"MARCO?" called out Sirius Black, as he blindly reached out around him.
"We are right here," said Michael, exasperatedly.
"You are supposed to say POLO!" shouted Sirius, rather indignantly.
Grumbling, James Potter and Michael Barnette said, "POLO!"
Sirius reached out to tag them. Smiling at each other, the stood up, and grabbed pillows. They then stepped to either side of their less sane friend, and counted to three. On the count of three, they both slammed their pillows into Sirius' head, shouting, "I QUIT!"
"Ah, no fair! Now I'm it next time," Sirius pouted.
"SIRIUS ORION BLACK! ARE YOU READY YET?" screamed Felicity Black, his mother.
Sirius groaned. "YES MOTHER!" he shouted back, rolling his eyes. "I remembered to pack everything!"
"Well, get down here! It's time to leave. Michael, James, you get down here too!"
James, Michael, and Sirius grabbed their trunks, and lugged them downstairs. They were quite heavy, especially after all the prank equipment had been added. Firecrackers, Whizbees, Dungbombs, and a couple of their own 'inventions' were among their massive assortment.
Sirius chose to push his trunk down the stairs, instead of dragging it, and it crashed to the ground with a 'CLUNKERDOODLE'. What could he say, he had some strange stuff in there.
Sighing exasperatedly, Felicity placed her hands on her hips. Felicity had black hair, and gray eyes. Usually, her eyes were filled with mischief, but today -- nah, they were just filled with exasperation. "SIRIUS!" she whined.
"Mum, I'll clean it up!" Sirius said, as he dropped to his knees and began gathering his belongings.
"Sirius, you are a piece of work," Felicity mumbled, drawing her wand out of her pocket. Saying a spell, she waved her wand. Sirius' belongings jumped back into his trunk instantly.
"Thanks Mum," said Sirius.
"Okay boys…" Felicity began, but someone clearing their throat rather loudly interrupted her.
"And girls," she continued, looking at Andromada, Estella, and Jules. "We are using floo-powder today. You all know how to use it, I assume?"
All in question (which was everyone) nodded his or her heads.
"And I assume that none of you will accidentally arrive in the wrong fireplace?" she said accusingly, looking at her son.
"Of course not, Mrs. Black," they answered, smiling mischievously. Which wasn't a good sign, when you are dealing with the Marauders…
Felicity Black groaned. "What am I going to do with you?"
Sirius was about to begin listing things she could do with them, but Felicity interrupted his train of thought.
"If any of you do not arrive at Platform 9 and 3/4, I will send you to the Swamp of Never-Ending Pond Scum and then to the Pit of Bottomless Alligators," she threatened everyone.
The response this had was instantaneous and effective. Especially on Sirius. He had a look of horror on his face, and gripped his trunk handle tightly.
"That's what I thought," Felicity said, satisfied. "Sirius, you first."
Sirius threw the shimmering green powder into the fire. "Platform 9 and 3/4," he croaked, still looking rather white. He stepped into the fire, and disappeared. For his sake, all hoped he arrived at Platform 9 and 3/4. Soon, the others repeated his action.
All arrived at Platform 9 and 3/4 safely. Felicity hugged everyone goodbye, and kissed them all too. After all, she would be all alone this year -- no kids wrecking havoc in Black Manor. "Bye!" she called out. "Don't forget to write!"
"Ah mum," Sirius said, "you know how my memory is…"
"Sirius Orion Black, you will be in so much trouble if you do not write me. In fact, I will march right up to that school -- " A look of horror passed over Sirius' face.
"No, mum, that's all right. I'll write you, I promise… NO! Don't kiss me! I know these people! No!" he screamed, bringing himself more unwanted attention.
The Marauders boarded the train, and found their friends (or in James' case, enemies) in a compartment. Thomas, Remus, Lily, and Bella were lounging about, talking about numerous topics.
Sirius banged the door open. "We have arrived! Hold your applause -- "
Lily and Bella rolled their eyes, before gathering their trunks and leaving.
"What's with them?" Sirius asked. "Weren't they glad to see me?"
Remus rolled his eyes. "I am sure that they were so enthralled to see all of you," he said sarcastically. "Don't you remember, you dunderbrain?"
"Remember what?" James spoke up. He had been quiet all morning, being that he was not a morning person.
"They don't want to talk to you," Thomas answered.
"What did we do now?" Michael asked.
"It's not just you. It's all of us. They said they had a big surprise to plan, and they didn't want to deal with us."
"Oh," James said, after listening to Remus' explanation. "Better for us…"
He plopped down on a seat, and kicked his feet up. Then, the Marauders began to plan their next big prank.
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If one would look at Platform 9 and 3/4, they would get a strange, tingly feeling. They could just feel the magic in the air. And how right they would be, if they just walked through.
Now, if a Muggle did walk through, they would see students galore, all boarding a bright red train. However, to them, two students would easily stand out.
First was a tall blonde, whose hair was so blonde that it was almost silver. She had twinkling blue eyes, and walked with the utmost confidence. She was beautiful, and by looking at her, you could tell she was a good person.
Her companion would also be noticed. She was of average height, but it was her looks that really got her noticed. She had red hair, although not orange. It was a dark auburnish colour, with subtle blonde highlights which you would only notice if examined under a microscope. Her eyes -- her eyes were simply magnificent. They were a deep jade green, which stood out among the blues, grays, and browns surrounding her. She too was confident, although not as much as the Blonde.
These two girls were witches who went by the names Bella and Lily.
"Lily, let's find Kiana and Toria," said Bella, the blonde, as she dragged Lily toward a large crowd.
The two found themselves in the middle of a crowd of Slytherins.
"Noelle," Bella said happily. "How are -- " her voice trailed off slightly, "you?"
The girl in front of her was not very recognizable. The Noelle that Bella knew only wore black school robes -- not black muggle clothes. The Noelle that Bella knew did not wear makeup, like this one did. The Noelle that Bella knew didn't have a coldness in her eyes.
But this was the Noelle that Bella knew -- just a very different Noelle.
"If it isn't the muggle-lover and the mudblood," the girl sneered cruelly. "Go away, we don't want our blood tainted."
Bella looked at her old friend in shock. "Noelle Marie Charrier, what is wrong with you?" she asked, her voice somewhat strangled. But it still was rather harsh, as was her voice usually when Bella was upset.
"Nothing is wrong with me," said Noelle. "Everything is finally right. Now, run back with the high-and-mighty losers of Gryffindor…" she said in a babyish voice.
Bella lifted her chin slightly, looking incredibly confident and powerful. "What did you say?" she said clearly.
The Slytherins surrounding Noelle - Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Watkins and Nicholas Nott - all crossed their arms, as the backed Noelle up.
"You heard me Figg," said Noelle. She leaned on one foot, giving her a rather confident and relaxed look.
Suddenly, seven people were standing behind Bella and Lily. The first five were the infamous Hogwarts Marauders - James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Thomas Brooks, and Michael Barnette. Two girls also stood - Kiana Walters and Toria Vanter - who were Bella's other best friends.
"Alas, Charrier, I may be a 'high-and-mighty Gryffindor loser'," said Bella, "but at least I am not a low-down, lying, finky, freaky, slimy Slytherin scumbag. Not to mention a greasy one…" her voice trailed off.
Noelle's eyes became colder. "You want to fight Figg?"
Bella's eyes hardened. "Bring it on, greaseball!"
Spells began flying about. A few from the Slytherin side were Dark spells. The Gryffindors warded each spell off, concentrating on showing the Slytherins who is better - which was obviously they.
For the Slytherins, they focused on putting the Gryffindors in their rightful place - right under their own shoes.
People began to fall around - after all, some spells went off target. Adults shouted for the children to stop, but they wouldn't stop, not until there was a winner.
The biggest brawl was between Arabella Figg and Noelle Charrier. They were once friends but something was different now. Bella wasn't sure what. But Noelle had changed. Bella had defended her again and again, and Noelle pretty much shoved that right back into her face. Bella didn't fight with strategy. She fought with her heart, wanting to make Noelle pay for all the ridicule Bella was put through, for being friends with her.
"Stupefy," Bella said, nearly hitting Noelle. She ducked at the last instant.
"Le triomphe sombre par-dessus la lumière," Noelle said, as she fired a spell at Bella.
"Ne jamais faire le triomphe sombre, à partir de," Bella said back to her. Coincidentally, Bella was fluent in French.
"FINITE INCANTATEUM!" a voice shouted out. All froze, in fear of whom it was.
Robert Smith, the Minister of Magic, stood, his wand out. He stood, looking grave. "What is going on here?" he asked.
The Slytherins, Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, Hufflepuff, and First Years looked at each other, before running onto the train. They did not feel like explaining themselves.
Bella and Lily sat in a compartment with Kiana, Toria, Jules, Estella, and another First Year. It was going to be a LONG ride.
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The Hogwarts Express arrived in Hogsmeade that night, at around 7:00. Gray clouds towered overhead, as the blustery wind blew. It was quite a foreboding scene.
The students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry bundled up in their cloaks, as the majority of them walked to the horseless carriages. Bella and Lily stepped into a carriage with Toria and Kiana. Meanwhile, the Marauders occupied one carriage.
The First Years had the unfortunate duty of having to travel across the lake in such terrible weather. Jules and Estella followed Hagrid rather timidly to the small, rickety boats. They sat in a boat with 2 boys, Christopher Caudwell and Evan Edwards. They were amiable, and talked excitedly about what they knew. Of course, Jules knew more about Hogwarts - she had attended History of Magic classes the previous year.
They all debated on how students were sorted. Estella and Jules had been told they had to fight lions, tigers and bears. Depending on what creature they beat, they were placed in a house. Christopher liked this theory. He had thought that one must fight a troll to be sorted. Evan had heard from his older sister that they must pass a test, to see what magic they knew.
The four bundled together in the middle, not wishing to fall into the cold lake. The waters were particularly rough that stormy night. However, they seemed to be calmer as they passed over them. Strange Jules thought.
Eventually, Jules, Estella, Christopher and Evan arrived at the shore. They walked up to the castle, wrapped in a warm wool blanket Hagrid had given them. They were amazed when they first saw the castle. It was majestic, it's tall turrets scraping the midnight sky.
They were even more astounded when they arrived in the Great Hall. Jules was less so than others, but she was still amazed by its magnificence. She waved to Lily and Bella, who gave her a thumbs-up sign from the Gryffindor Table. By the way they were grinning, Jules could tell they had something planed…
'Oh, you may judge a book
Or a person at that
But do not judge me
For I am a Sorting Hat'
'I am here to sort you
Into houses supreme
By looking at your thoughts
Ideas and dreams'
'Gryffindor is perhaps
Where you belong
The brave and chivalrous
Will sing their mighty song'
'Or maybe you are a Ravenclaw
With the clever and smart
Their brilliant minds
Are what set Ravenclaws apart'
'Or you might be a Hufflepuff
Loyal to the bone
Hardworking and Considerate
Yet never alone'
'Ambition is the virtue
of Slytherin House
Your cunning side
It shall arouse'
'So, dears, come
Come and try me on!
I will put you where you belong
Finished is this song'
The Great Hall burst into applause. Minerva McGonagall stepped up to the stool, unrolling a parchment. "Atkins, Jennifer". A timid blonde girl walked to the stool, and gingerly laid the hat upon her head.
Jennifer Atkins was soon pronounced a Hufflepuff. So was Albert Auwelling. The sorting continued on, sorting First Years into every house.
Estella Black was the fourth person called. She walked to the stool confidently. She and Jules had a plan of their own.
Not another Black, the hat groaned.
Estella smiled smugly. Yup. Your worst nightmare… So, how are you?
The hat made a sound, as if it was surprised. You know, it said, you are the first person to ever ask me that.
Well, how are you?
I am fine. I have a song for next year. Would you like to hear it?
Sure…
The Hat went on to sing all 30 choices it had for next year. Estella herself began to fall asleep. Until McGonagall interrupted.
"Miss Black! What is taking so long?"
"Harriet is just singing me the song for next year," Estella said. "How long has it been?"
McGonagall fumed. "You have taken over an hour and a half!"
Estella smiled. "YES! Beat that Jules!"
She hopped off the stood. "Wait!" McGonagall called out, "you have not been sorted yet!"
Estella turned bright red, before putting the hat on her head once again.
Back again? Well, you are no doubt a "GRYFFINDOR!"
The Gryffindor table looked pleased with such an addition. However, no one looked happier than Sirius, who stood on the table, with his fellow Marauders, to start a standing ovation.
Christopher Caudwell was named the second 'Gryffindor'. The table burst into applause, as he ran and sat down by Nearly Headless Nick, the resident Gryffindor ghost. 'Edwards, Evan' was made a Gryffindor also.
Jules Potter patiently waited as the hat went through the 'F's, 'G's, and so forth. Soon, the hat was going through the 'P's.
"Potter, Jules," called out McGonagall. Jules grinned, as she skipped up to the stool. She jammed the hat eagerly onto her head.
"Hello young Potter," said the Hat.
"Hello young Potter," Jules mimicked.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"You stop it now!"
"You stop it now!"
"I am not going to sort you until you stop!"
"I am not going to sort you until you stop!"
Both remained silent for a LONG time. An hour and forty-two minutes, to be exact.
"What is going on?" shouted McGonagall.
"Harriet has many aspects of my personality which she must examine with the utmost caution. We do want me to learn at my best potential…"
"Harriet?"
"Minnie, the Sorting Hat's name is Harriet," Jules said.
"Between you and Black, I am never -- hey! My name is not Minnie!"
Jules smirked before placing the hat on.
"You are just as troublesome as your brothers and their friends. GRYFFINDOR!"
As the hat called out Jules' house, confetti began to sprinkle from the ceiling, and a banner flew down saying, 'Jules ~ Congratulations on Getting in Gryffindor - the Best House' and in parentheses, it said, 'Much Better than Slytherin'. People burst into the Great Hall, blaring trumpets. A few rolled out a carpet for Jules to walk on. The Great Hall burst into applause (minus the Slytherins) as she strode down the carpet regally.
Minnie McGonagall could be seen with her hand over her forehead, saying, "Why me?" over and over again.
Jules thanked Lily and Bella for their warm reception as she sat down by Estella. She didn't even look at her brothers. She was still upset over last year.
The Sorting continued on as it usually did. Until a flock of owls flew from the doors. They all circled around the Gryffindor Table, before dropping hundreds of letters on the Marauders.
Frazzled, James attempted to dig himself out. He managed to get on top of the pile, and helped Sirius get out. The others soon joined them.
James opened up one of the letters.
~Marauders
It has come to our attention that
you believe to be better pranksters
than we. You shall be proven
wrong. The Venustians hearby
challenge the Great Marauders to a
prank war. Anything goes. The
winners are the team that does not
give up. Let the games begin!
~The Venustians
James opened up another letter. It said the same thing. Sirius began to tear the letters in half, getting sick of reading the same thing -- he has a very short attention span.
James looked up in horror. And then he looked around. All over the walls of the Great Hall, is undergarments were hanging. As were Sirius', Remus', Michael's, and Thomas'. The Great Hall burst into laughter, at the brightly coloured underpants.
James growled. "VENUSTIANS! IT'S ON!" he screamed.
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told in first person, from a yet unknown perspective
I quietly crept through the corridors, to meet my best friend. The Sorting has been long over.
I was skilled at not getting caught. I had this ability to become invisible, but without actually becoming invisible. Understand?
Problems had arose that night. And I was not one to let problems go unsolved.
"Are you there?" I called out. My friend answered me. My friend's codename is 'Q', so if we are overheard, no one will know our true identities. Mine codename is 'Z'.
'Z? That you?" called out Q.
"Yes. So, we have a problem…"
"I agree," said Q. "What are we going to do about it though?"
"We will challenge both. We don't want anyone to take our rightful place," I answered Q.
"Okay, write up the letter."
I took a quill out of my satchel, and a parchment. I then took the red ink well, and dipped the quill inside of it.
To the Marauders
You have been treading on thin ice
For, oh, over a year now. And we
Shall not stand for it any longer. You
Have done some inexcusable pranks,
And you have taken credit for some of
Our genius ones. And no me gusto!
The Great Prank War is on!
--C.A.H
Q checked over my letter. "Does it sound all right?" I questioned.
Smiling, Q said, "Z, It's perfect."
I smiled. "Letter Number 2, coming up!"
--Venustians
We don't know if you have
heard or not, but we are
the pranksters of Hogwarts.
Now, you are trying to take
over our turf. And we are not
going to stand for it. Let the
Great Prank War begin!
--C.A.H.
After Q proofread the letter, I used a handy little spell I learned on both of the letters, to duplicate them millions of times. Q used a spell to tack them all over the castle walls.
The Great Prank War was on!
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The next morning, the Marauders and the Venustians awoke to the letters. After all, you couldn't really miss them. And all three teams were eager to start the Prank War.
Since only the Marauders were known, most pranks were performed on a fourth party -- the Slytherins. And they were not very happy about it.
"What should we do about this… this…"
"Pranking spree?" Noelle filled in for Severus. "Well, we have to do something. We have tried yelling and cursing them. Nothing works…"
Severus let out a cry of distress. "Woe is me!" he sobbed.
"Shut up, you lug," Noelle said coldly. "Haven't you ever heard that muggle expression. 'If you can't beat 'em, join 'em'?"
Severus sobbed harder. "So, are you saying we should become Gryffindors?"
"Of course not," Noelle scoffed, "that would be a fate worse than death. I am just saying that we should join them…"
What Noelle was saying finally got through to Lucius. "We should join the war!" he shouted, pumping his fist into the air.
"Yes," Noelle answered snidely. "And meanwhile, we'll work on Master's plan."
At around one in the morning, the Slytherin girls crept to the Great Hall. The then took green paint, and greedily began to paint on the wall.
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The Prank Warriors walked to breakfast the next morning, and were surprised to find yet another message.
~Marauders, Venustians, and C.A.H.
You want a war? Ask and
You shall receive. The
D.O.D. formally enter
Themselves into this war,
And you will be sorry.
~D.O.D.
Damsels of Despair.
Another message was found in the library, basically the same, except entering 'The Serpents' into the battle. Who these people were was fairly obvious, and they were the main target of pranks, besides the Marauders.
C.A.H. continued to be unknown, and they were not pranked at all. However, many pranks were dedicated to them.
The Venustians also were not publicly known, although the Marauders had a good idea of who they were…
And that, in a nutshell, was the month of September.
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A/N: Okay, so, I tried to introduce the Prank War. We are going to see more conflict in the next chapter.
Let's see, here are some explainations.
Good Noelle was sent to another dimension, and she doesn't know how to escape yet. Many of the other Slytherins are there, along with some Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. No Gryffindors are there yet though. Bad Noelle remained in this dimension however. Now, if you can figure out what spell Lucifer used on Noelle, you can perhaps figure out how she is going to escape (if she ever does).
The Pranking Groups are as follows:
The Marauders
The Venustians
C.A.H.
Damsels of Despair (D.O.D.)
The Serpents
I notice that there has been a lack of some characters, such as James, Kiana, Toria, and our Dark Lords. They will be prominent in the next chapter!
If you have any questions, you can email me at Luckie7n13@aol.com. I will be happy to answer most questions, unless they are essential enough that they cannot be revealed yet. Please read and review! Questions? Suggestions? Prank Ideas? Constructive Criticism? Feel free to put whatever, except for flames.
That's it for now! The next chapter should be up by Nov. 5 or 6.
~Noelle