Oliver and Ivy were led down several hallways until they found themselves standing in front of a painting of a large bowl of fruit.
Professor McGonagall reached out and tickled a green pear, which proceeded to giggle and changed into a door handle.
She led them down another corridor, which opened up into a huge shiny kitchen.
"This is where you will be working for your detention for the next week. Tonight you will be doing the dishes." She pointed to a mountain of dirty plates and pots. "*Without* magic," she added, and left without another word.
Oliver gulped, while Ivy grabbed a dishrag and a drying cloth.
"Wash or dry?" she asked him.
"I'll dry," he replied, taking the offered cloth.
Ivy tied an apron around her waist, filled the sink with hot soapy water and the pair got down to business.
Three hours passed way too slowly. With the monotony taking over, Ivy decided to lighten the mood. She grinned and gathered up a handful of bubbles. Oliver's back was turned.
Perfect Ivy thought to herself.
She stepped up behind him. "Oh, Oliver?" Ivy said, sweetly.
"Hmm?"
Ivy clapped her bubble-filled hands together as he turned around, covering them both in white foam.
Oliver's bewildered, bubble covered face sent Ivy into giggles, which quickly turned to shrieks as she ran when he reached out and tried to grab her.
Shrieks and laughter soon filled the huge kitchen, as Ivy and Oliver chased each other around the room.
Ten minutes later, they were at a Mexican Stand Off, with Oliver and Ivy on opposite sides of a bench, both holding a soggy handful of bubbles.
Ivy grinned wolfishly, as a plan whizzed through her head.
Launching herself over the table, she tackled Oliver, knocking him off his feet, and pinning him to the ground before he even realised what was happening.
It was then, that Lily, George and Sirius crept into the room.
"Now this looks familiar," Sirius muttered dryly, "What do they teach you in this school now?"
All four teenagers blushed.
"Sirius! Hi!" Ivy called. "Have fun, Sis?" She added to Lily, taking in her, and George's, mud covered robes.
Lily grinned in reply.
"All right there, Wood?" George called to the Quidditch captain, who was still pinned to the ground.
Oliver raised an eyebrow, and looked pointedly, from Ivy to George.
"Yeah. Stupid Question." George answered himself.
Lily set about to holding up her end of the bargain, and started rifling through the cupboards and refrigerators.
"And, what will Messr Padfoot be wanting tonight?" She asked Sirius in her best snobbish French accent.
"Messr Padfoot? As in 'Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs'?"
"Yeah?" Sirius answered nervously.
George looked as if Christmas had come early.
"You are a God! I'm sorry I ever doubted you"
Lily, who got sick of waiting for an answer from the two pranksters, recruited Ivy to help her, after they explained to Oliver that Sirius was not a murderer, a concept he took easier than George, being a half-Muggle, and not realising the siri…serious-ness of their situation.
Ivy and Lily got sandwiches and chicken pieces, and slid them down the bench on a plate.
Ivy rummaged through the fridge and freezers, and soon emerged triumphant with a tub of cookie dough ice cream.
"Aha!" Lily looked towards the voice and grabbed six spoons from a drawer.
"Six spoons?" George asked.
"Yep" Lily replied.
"Who's the sixth for?"
Lily looked at her watch, "Three. I'd hide if I were you Sirius…Two. You're in for it now…One. Too late…"
At that moment, the door of the kitchen slammed open, and a wild-eyed Cat, burst in.
"WHERE IS HE!?!" she shrieked. It wasn't long before she spotted Sirius sitting with the others, and took a running leap, slamming him into the ground with a loud squeal of excitement.
Sirius looked baffled, and Ivy grinned, and said, "What's the matter Sirius, Cat got your tongue?" Cat looked up and gave Ivy a dirty look, but replied, "Not yet," with an evil grin. She mumbled something about "no respect", and "Broom closet", and "privacy", before she was physically pulled off of Sirius by Lily and Ivy.
"Hey! He was all for it!"
"Not here Cat. I have to work in here for the rest of the week you know, and I don't want to be thinking about where you mauled Sirius, and what you used!"
Cat looked up hopefully, and replied with a grin, "Why, is there whipped cream?"
"Uh, no there's none," Lily looked over Ivy's shoulder, and peered into the cupboard.
"Yes, there is. I saw some in here this morning."
Ivy turned pink, and replied, "Yeah, about that..."
Lily looked at Ivy, who winked, and rolled her eyes, halfway between giggling and looking utterly scandalised. "Oh,"
Cat finally stopped struggling and George and Oliver helped Sirius up.
"Oh all right," Cat conceded.
Ivy and Lily should have known better, but their minds were...elsewhere.
They let Cat go, only to watch, dismayed and helpless, as she pounced on Sirius again.
"Ms Bailey, kindly restrain yourself," No one had heard Dumbledore approach, "I wish to speak with Mr Black here, and for that to happen, you will have to get off of him."
Cat, thoroughly engrossed in snogging Sirius, who was responding appropriately, merely fluttered a hand at the headmaster.
The other two girls rolled their eyes, reached over and yanked back on Cat's robes.
Grumbling, and glaring at the chuckling headmaster, Cat stalked out of the kitchen, closely followed by Lily and Ivy, who both rolled their eyes at their 'sister'. George and Oliver followed girls out.