A/N: so yeah, I have nothing to say except that I had an unnatural amount
of chocolate ice-cream today and don't blame me for what sugar does to the
body.
Havoc at Hogwarts
"She got me detention! Because I was trying to keep her from carrying that illusion even further," Hermione complained during breakfast the next morning.
"Yeah, that was a bit scary," said Ron cautiously. All morning Hermione had been in a bad mood and was taking it out on the rest of the world.
"I've got to go. The Quidditch game is soon and Katie wants us there early. I'll see you guys later," Harry told them as he and the rest of the players walked out to the pitch.
"We should probably get going, too if we want to get good seats," Hermione grumbled, obviously disconcerted that neither Harry nor Ron had cared to talk about their new favorite subject; Eris.
"Oh, that's right! Fred and George are coming to the game today and wanted me to meet them outside. Come on!" Ron reminded himself while tugging Hermione out of her chair.
They walked down to Hagrid's hut and looked through the windows.
"S'all dark," Ron said, slightly concerned.
"Thank you Mr. Obvious. He's probably getting the field ready. Is that them?" Hermione asked. Two tiny figures had come into view. They looked as though they were flying, but it wasn't on a broomstick or any animal they had ever seen before. Indeed, they quite literally hadn't.
Fred and George landed gracefully on the invisible thestrals and clambered off the backs.
"Why hello my lovely brother! I haven't seen you in centuries," Fred held out his hand in a mock tone for Ron to kiss. The youngest brother looked disgusted.
"Look! They've set up a welcoming parade for us!" George bubbled with pretend glee. A welcoming spectacle was definitely making its way to the foursome. A big float was decorated with flowers of all sorts. Spelled out in petunias were the colossal words 'WELCOME BACK!' A gigantic Fred and George topped it and were holding tricks from their joke shop in their hands. Among them were a skiving snack box, dung bombs, and fireworks with a fire-breathing lizard on the end.
"I wonder where they got that idea from," Hermione whispered.
The whole display stopped and vanished as Eris jumped down from one of the shoes. She was looking particularly excited about the coming of Fred and George.
"Ohmygod! It's Gred and Forge! I mean Fred and George! I am so glad to meet you at last. You two are my second and third favorite mortals!" She said excitedly.
"Your second and third favorite whats?" Hermione asked with a grin creeping onto her face.
"Pranksters," she said quickly. "Pranksters. I love the stuff from your store! Look, I have an idea that I think you'll enjoy," and she led them off to the Quidditch pitch.
"A student after my own heart," one of them said, putting his hand on his heart and sighing.
"I didn't get to say anything, did I?" Ron asked. Hermione shook her head, the smile growing all the time. "Well, we better get going. The game is going to start soon."
"No, you go on. I have to check something in the library."
"You won't be long will you? This is a match against Slytherin! You can't miss it!" said Ron, concerned.
"I'll see you later!" Hermione called over her shoulder as she ran to the door.
"Everyone is running away from me today. Do I smell?" Ron lifted his arms and sniffed. He shrugged as he walked to the pitch.
* * * * *
Eris and the Twins recruited some Slytherins to help them with the joke. Three people from each house were cheering on their teams from right outside the locker room door. They were also holding trays with some kind of power snack ready to serve.
"So, Eris. How did you get those Slytherins to help us?" Fred asked, about to take a bite of the bar.
"Yeah, they seemed eager or something," George said as, he too, raised a bar to his mouth.
"No-o. That's not for you. I had a bit of a mishap in potions. I think they're afraid of me. It's great fun, actually," she explained. "They're coming!"
The door opened and the Gryffindor Quidditch team strode out, reluctant to take anything from the three who were offering.
"Come on! It'll boost your energy on the field!" Fred convinced the chasers.
"Take one or I'll burn the lot," Eris said quietly. No one hesitated to take one after she said that. Fred and George had finally got an idea of what she did in Snape's class.
"Has everyone got one? Good! Now go get 'em!" George was looking particularly sarcastic.
"Right, now up to the stands. I see Ron. Hey Ron!" Eris waved, trying to get his attention. They scooted through people with occasional 'pardon me.' 'Excuse me.' 'I have matches up my sleeve.' They took some seats vacated by jittery first years and watched the game intently. Hermione hadn't gotten to the game, yet. All the better for Eris.
"This one is going to be interesting, I can tell," Fred said. "Are we ready? Go!" Synchronized, they whispered a spell aimed strait at the players.
"What was that?" Ron asked suspiciously.
"Ron, I love you, honey. But sometimes there are things you just don't need to know. Okay?" Eris said to him sweetly and kissed him on the cheek. "Just watch the game."
No sooner that after that was said, the chasers let out a huge hiccup that raised them off their seats for a moment. Next went the beaters, finally the keepers. Only the seekers had been unaffected by the spell.
"Ready to activate the final phase? Go!" They all pointed at the seekers and chartreuse light shot out at them. As soon as the seekers hiccupped once, both teams started to hiccup madly. A Slytherin chaser hiccupped so loudly and forcefully, he fell off his broom. Slowly the fourteen players began to fall off their brooms with great hiccups, resembling human popcorn. But the human popcorn seemed to be contagious, since the stands were begging to hiccup, too. Finally, everyone except the teachers were popping madly and the pitch had begun to resemble the inside of a pot when one is making popcorn.
A magically magnified voice suddenly filled the air.
"Eris! Fred! George! Since you are the only people not popping, you will help stop it!" McGonagall sounded angry.
"Right-oh!" Eris said. She led the twins down to the field among people who were trying desperately to follow but having no luck. No one could walk more that a few paces while popping up and about. The three started to give little pills to the players to help them. Only this time, M&Ms, skittles, gummy bears and that sort of thing flew out of their mouths. The stands were still popping.
McGonagall turned to see Flitwick giggling at the way students were resembling a movie theater concession stand. He immediately magnified his voice and yelled "Finito!" The popping stopped, people quit spouting snacks and they all turned to see Fred, George, and Eris sitting in the middle of the grass on lawn chairs, thoroughly enjoying the scene before them.
Flitwick, still magnified asked, "What is the meaning of this?"
"Eris stood, smiled and said simply,"I felt like some popcorn." Goodness knows she got detention for a week. People stared at her in a combination of dislike and disbelief.
"Wouldn't want to be you tonight," whispered Fred.
* * * *
At dinner that night, Eris had a special treat in store for the school.
She didn't want to make enemies before her job was done.
When the meal was almost over, she called a charm into the air with her
wand pointed at the ceiling. A few minutes later, it began raining
popcorn.
"Movie night!" Eris said with a smile. She looked over at Hermione who
was glowering but couldn't think of a reason to stop the movie since it
was a Saturday night. "Sorry about the whole fiasco this morning. I was
just getting us all ready for a flick," she said. Eris transfigured
Snape's chair into a film projector making him fall hard on the floor. A
few stifled giggles reached his ears, and not only from students.
"I wonder what picture it is," whispered Lavender as Eris slid the staff
table cloth under the dishes and stretched it across the back wall with
her wand.
"I'll bet it's going to be something really dumb," Pansy Parkinson was
whispering to Malfoy as Eris transfigured the house tables into comfy
armchairs in its house colors.
"It's probably going to be a chick flick," Malfoy grumbled but climbed
into a chair like the rest of the school anyway. The lights dimmed and
the film started rolling.
The movie turned out to be an old Audrey Hepburn one called 'My Fair
Lady.' People were cringing at Eliza Doolittle's atrocious accent. A few
who had seen the movie before were singing along. Malfoy had pretended to
fall asleep, but his friends could see his eyes open just enough to
watch. The Girls in the audience bristled with jealousy when Eliza was at
the ball and looking like a queen. Ron got a little over-angry when
''Enry 'Iggins' gloated about turning Eliza from a sow's ear into a silk
purse. But at the end, when they fell in love, he started sobbing into
Hermione's shoulder.
As people were walking out the door when the movie ended, they said nice
things to Eris and said it was okay that she completely ruined the
Quidditch game. The movie made up for it.
"Can we do that again next week? Not the snack part, but the Saturday
night movie?" A few people asked her.
"I'll take it up with Dumbledore," she replied. The only person who was
not even slightly pleased was Hermione. She was still scowling at Eris
for causing so much raucous.
"Hey, Hermione. Why weren't you at the game this morning?" Ron asked.
"I was in the library. Looking something very important up," she replied
angrily.
"You would rather be in the Library doing homework than cheering on your
friend?" Harry asked, a bit hurt.
"I wasn't doing homework. I was trying to find out where I had seen Eris
before and I thought I had a lead!" Hermione said.
"Will you just cut it out with her, Hermione?" Harry said.
"I know! It's like you've got it in for her. She hasn't done anything,"
Ron told her. Hermione gave them a look that prompted them to shut up.
"Alright, she has. But not to you personally!" Ron tried to explain. He
soon found out that arguing with an annoyed and stubborn Hermione was
like trying to have an intelligent conversation with a sack of turnips.
* * * *
Hermione woke Eris at around noon on Sunday.
"Where's the cannon?" She asked groggily.
"We have detention in ten minutes," Hermione explained with a note of bitterness in her voice.
Suddenly, Eris shot out of bed, threw on the robe she had left on the floor from last night and dashed out of the dormitory before Hermione could say another word.
In the dungeon where their detention was taking place, Snape set up a work area and explained to them what they had to do.
"Since neither of you were able to finish the assignment, you will be re- doing it now. If I find that your potion sample is un-fit, you will do lines until I say so. Begin!" He squawked and strode to his desk where he began writing furiously.
An hour and a half later, the two girls had almost finished their potions and were letting them simmer.
While Eris wasn't looking, Hermione scooped the rest of the ingredients into her now useless potion. But, at the same time, Eris turned the heat off completely under Hermione's potion and put a cooling charm on it. Both potions were ruined.
Unknowing of the other's actions, the girls took a vile each to the potions master. When he sipped Eris's, he coughed and sputtered it out before it could have an effect on him.
"What do you think you are doing? You almost poisoned me! Do you not know how to read? The directions clearly state to use only a third of the ingredients I gave you!" Hermione looked triumphant at his words. She handed him her vile smugly. At the first taste, Snape began to shrink and blossom. He sprouted thorns and was looking red in the face.
"Good job, genius. You turned him into a rose!" Eris taunted Hermione.
"Well. . . "Hermione could think of nothing to say. "The only thing that would have made it do that is if I turned down the. . . "She halted, looking at Eris with a conclusive look. "You!"
"Well, you ruined mine, too! I'm not dumb enough to poison Snape," Eris spat.
"Are you calling me dumb?" Hermione said, slightly taken aback.
"Yeah, so?"
"I have the highest GPA in the entire school!"
"Your grades have nothing to do with it. You have no common sense!" Eris retorted.
"Look who's talking Mrs. Set-everything-on-fire-in-the-middle-of-an- important-lesson!" Hermione scoffed.
"Just because I have way more fun than you'll ever have that's no reason to . . . ooooh! I get it. You're jealous."
"Of what? The ability to strike up chaos wherever I go?" Hermione demanded.
"Really? Do you honestly think that?" Eris put her hand on her heart. "That is just about the biggest complement anyone has ever given me!"
"I didn't give it to you. You well earned the title Discord Queen!"
"Discord Queen. Hmmm. . . . I like it!" Eris said. Neither had noticed but Snape had lost his petals and was growing back to normal size.
"If I can interrupt your precious squabbling, you have both received bottom marks and will do lines until I say so!" Snape said haughtily, obviously taking offense at the flower he was turned into.
*I will not disrupt class. I will not disrupt class.* was written over and over again. Hermione risked a sideways glance at Eris and muttered a spell she had learned last year when Harry had done lines for Umbridge. Immediately, Eris's quill morphed smoothly into the same quill Umbridge used to etch words into one's hand. The words were definitely scratched into Eris's hand, but they healed over without a trace or a drop of blood. That continued to happen until Snape coughed and took her back to the lines she was supposed to be writing.
"Why isn't she bleeding? It looks like nothing has even happened to her hand!" Hermione thought.
Meanwhile, Eris was mentally thinking of a way to make Hermione miserable. Suddenly she hit upon it. It was like a light bulb had lit over her head.
"Perfect," She whispered.
By the time Snape said they could go, Eris turned one of Hermione's parchments into a note that Hermione had written to herself. (Hermione seemed to always be writing something, why not a rant to herself?) It was a note completely insulting Harry and Ron.
They headed up to the common room, each thinking about something different.
"Her hand isn't even red. I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't notice her quill was different." Hermione was thinking.
"Insult their intelligence. Complain that they never talk about anything interesting. Talk about how poor Ron is and how Harry is probably insane. That should do it," Eris thought while the words were writing themselves on a parchment in Hermione's bag. "Now all I have to do is make sure they find it."
A/N: Hey! I decided to put a Movie night every Saturday. Don't worry; it's not a useless thing I put in because I was bored. It actually has a point. Well, not really. But all of you Rocky Horror Picture Show fans will enjoy the next chapter. Thank you to the people who reviewed. I love you people. Now start a trend and click that little button with the mouse! It's not a hard thing to do. Come on, you know you want to. . .
Havoc at Hogwarts
"She got me detention! Because I was trying to keep her from carrying that illusion even further," Hermione complained during breakfast the next morning.
"Yeah, that was a bit scary," said Ron cautiously. All morning Hermione had been in a bad mood and was taking it out on the rest of the world.
"I've got to go. The Quidditch game is soon and Katie wants us there early. I'll see you guys later," Harry told them as he and the rest of the players walked out to the pitch.
"We should probably get going, too if we want to get good seats," Hermione grumbled, obviously disconcerted that neither Harry nor Ron had cared to talk about their new favorite subject; Eris.
"Oh, that's right! Fred and George are coming to the game today and wanted me to meet them outside. Come on!" Ron reminded himself while tugging Hermione out of her chair.
They walked down to Hagrid's hut and looked through the windows.
"S'all dark," Ron said, slightly concerned.
"Thank you Mr. Obvious. He's probably getting the field ready. Is that them?" Hermione asked. Two tiny figures had come into view. They looked as though they were flying, but it wasn't on a broomstick or any animal they had ever seen before. Indeed, they quite literally hadn't.
Fred and George landed gracefully on the invisible thestrals and clambered off the backs.
"Why hello my lovely brother! I haven't seen you in centuries," Fred held out his hand in a mock tone for Ron to kiss. The youngest brother looked disgusted.
"Look! They've set up a welcoming parade for us!" George bubbled with pretend glee. A welcoming spectacle was definitely making its way to the foursome. A big float was decorated with flowers of all sorts. Spelled out in petunias were the colossal words 'WELCOME BACK!' A gigantic Fred and George topped it and were holding tricks from their joke shop in their hands. Among them were a skiving snack box, dung bombs, and fireworks with a fire-breathing lizard on the end.
"I wonder where they got that idea from," Hermione whispered.
The whole display stopped and vanished as Eris jumped down from one of the shoes. She was looking particularly excited about the coming of Fred and George.
"Ohmygod! It's Gred and Forge! I mean Fred and George! I am so glad to meet you at last. You two are my second and third favorite mortals!" She said excitedly.
"Your second and third favorite whats?" Hermione asked with a grin creeping onto her face.
"Pranksters," she said quickly. "Pranksters. I love the stuff from your store! Look, I have an idea that I think you'll enjoy," and she led them off to the Quidditch pitch.
"A student after my own heart," one of them said, putting his hand on his heart and sighing.
"I didn't get to say anything, did I?" Ron asked. Hermione shook her head, the smile growing all the time. "Well, we better get going. The game is going to start soon."
"No, you go on. I have to check something in the library."
"You won't be long will you? This is a match against Slytherin! You can't miss it!" said Ron, concerned.
"I'll see you later!" Hermione called over her shoulder as she ran to the door.
"Everyone is running away from me today. Do I smell?" Ron lifted his arms and sniffed. He shrugged as he walked to the pitch.
* * * * *
Eris and the Twins recruited some Slytherins to help them with the joke. Three people from each house were cheering on their teams from right outside the locker room door. They were also holding trays with some kind of power snack ready to serve.
"So, Eris. How did you get those Slytherins to help us?" Fred asked, about to take a bite of the bar.
"Yeah, they seemed eager or something," George said as, he too, raised a bar to his mouth.
"No-o. That's not for you. I had a bit of a mishap in potions. I think they're afraid of me. It's great fun, actually," she explained. "They're coming!"
The door opened and the Gryffindor Quidditch team strode out, reluctant to take anything from the three who were offering.
"Come on! It'll boost your energy on the field!" Fred convinced the chasers.
"Take one or I'll burn the lot," Eris said quietly. No one hesitated to take one after she said that. Fred and George had finally got an idea of what she did in Snape's class.
"Has everyone got one? Good! Now go get 'em!" George was looking particularly sarcastic.
"Right, now up to the stands. I see Ron. Hey Ron!" Eris waved, trying to get his attention. They scooted through people with occasional 'pardon me.' 'Excuse me.' 'I have matches up my sleeve.' They took some seats vacated by jittery first years and watched the game intently. Hermione hadn't gotten to the game, yet. All the better for Eris.
"This one is going to be interesting, I can tell," Fred said. "Are we ready? Go!" Synchronized, they whispered a spell aimed strait at the players.
"What was that?" Ron asked suspiciously.
"Ron, I love you, honey. But sometimes there are things you just don't need to know. Okay?" Eris said to him sweetly and kissed him on the cheek. "Just watch the game."
No sooner that after that was said, the chasers let out a huge hiccup that raised them off their seats for a moment. Next went the beaters, finally the keepers. Only the seekers had been unaffected by the spell.
"Ready to activate the final phase? Go!" They all pointed at the seekers and chartreuse light shot out at them. As soon as the seekers hiccupped once, both teams started to hiccup madly. A Slytherin chaser hiccupped so loudly and forcefully, he fell off his broom. Slowly the fourteen players began to fall off their brooms with great hiccups, resembling human popcorn. But the human popcorn seemed to be contagious, since the stands were begging to hiccup, too. Finally, everyone except the teachers were popping madly and the pitch had begun to resemble the inside of a pot when one is making popcorn.
A magically magnified voice suddenly filled the air.
"Eris! Fred! George! Since you are the only people not popping, you will help stop it!" McGonagall sounded angry.
"Right-oh!" Eris said. She led the twins down to the field among people who were trying desperately to follow but having no luck. No one could walk more that a few paces while popping up and about. The three started to give little pills to the players to help them. Only this time, M&Ms, skittles, gummy bears and that sort of thing flew out of their mouths. The stands were still popping.
McGonagall turned to see Flitwick giggling at the way students were resembling a movie theater concession stand. He immediately magnified his voice and yelled "Finito!" The popping stopped, people quit spouting snacks and they all turned to see Fred, George, and Eris sitting in the middle of the grass on lawn chairs, thoroughly enjoying the scene before them.
Flitwick, still magnified asked, "What is the meaning of this?"
"Eris stood, smiled and said simply,"I felt like some popcorn." Goodness knows she got detention for a week. People stared at her in a combination of dislike and disbelief.
"Wouldn't want to be you tonight," whispered Fred.
* * * *
At dinner that night, Eris had a special treat in store for the school.
She didn't want to make enemies before her job was done.
When the meal was almost over, she called a charm into the air with her
wand pointed at the ceiling. A few minutes later, it began raining
popcorn.
"Movie night!" Eris said with a smile. She looked over at Hermione who
was glowering but couldn't think of a reason to stop the movie since it
was a Saturday night. "Sorry about the whole fiasco this morning. I was
just getting us all ready for a flick," she said. Eris transfigured
Snape's chair into a film projector making him fall hard on the floor. A
few stifled giggles reached his ears, and not only from students.
"I wonder what picture it is," whispered Lavender as Eris slid the staff
table cloth under the dishes and stretched it across the back wall with
her wand.
"I'll bet it's going to be something really dumb," Pansy Parkinson was
whispering to Malfoy as Eris transfigured the house tables into comfy
armchairs in its house colors.
"It's probably going to be a chick flick," Malfoy grumbled but climbed
into a chair like the rest of the school anyway. The lights dimmed and
the film started rolling.
The movie turned out to be an old Audrey Hepburn one called 'My Fair
Lady.' People were cringing at Eliza Doolittle's atrocious accent. A few
who had seen the movie before were singing along. Malfoy had pretended to
fall asleep, but his friends could see his eyes open just enough to
watch. The Girls in the audience bristled with jealousy when Eliza was at
the ball and looking like a queen. Ron got a little over-angry when
''Enry 'Iggins' gloated about turning Eliza from a sow's ear into a silk
purse. But at the end, when they fell in love, he started sobbing into
Hermione's shoulder.
As people were walking out the door when the movie ended, they said nice
things to Eris and said it was okay that she completely ruined the
Quidditch game. The movie made up for it.
"Can we do that again next week? Not the snack part, but the Saturday
night movie?" A few people asked her.
"I'll take it up with Dumbledore," she replied. The only person who was
not even slightly pleased was Hermione. She was still scowling at Eris
for causing so much raucous.
"Hey, Hermione. Why weren't you at the game this morning?" Ron asked.
"I was in the library. Looking something very important up," she replied
angrily.
"You would rather be in the Library doing homework than cheering on your
friend?" Harry asked, a bit hurt.
"I wasn't doing homework. I was trying to find out where I had seen Eris
before and I thought I had a lead!" Hermione said.
"Will you just cut it out with her, Hermione?" Harry said.
"I know! It's like you've got it in for her. She hasn't done anything,"
Ron told her. Hermione gave them a look that prompted them to shut up.
"Alright, she has. But not to you personally!" Ron tried to explain. He
soon found out that arguing with an annoyed and stubborn Hermione was
like trying to have an intelligent conversation with a sack of turnips.
* * * *
Hermione woke Eris at around noon on Sunday.
"Where's the cannon?" She asked groggily.
"We have detention in ten minutes," Hermione explained with a note of bitterness in her voice.
Suddenly, Eris shot out of bed, threw on the robe she had left on the floor from last night and dashed out of the dormitory before Hermione could say another word.
In the dungeon where their detention was taking place, Snape set up a work area and explained to them what they had to do.
"Since neither of you were able to finish the assignment, you will be re- doing it now. If I find that your potion sample is un-fit, you will do lines until I say so. Begin!" He squawked and strode to his desk where he began writing furiously.
An hour and a half later, the two girls had almost finished their potions and were letting them simmer.
While Eris wasn't looking, Hermione scooped the rest of the ingredients into her now useless potion. But, at the same time, Eris turned the heat off completely under Hermione's potion and put a cooling charm on it. Both potions were ruined.
Unknowing of the other's actions, the girls took a vile each to the potions master. When he sipped Eris's, he coughed and sputtered it out before it could have an effect on him.
"What do you think you are doing? You almost poisoned me! Do you not know how to read? The directions clearly state to use only a third of the ingredients I gave you!" Hermione looked triumphant at his words. She handed him her vile smugly. At the first taste, Snape began to shrink and blossom. He sprouted thorns and was looking red in the face.
"Good job, genius. You turned him into a rose!" Eris taunted Hermione.
"Well. . . "Hermione could think of nothing to say. "The only thing that would have made it do that is if I turned down the. . . "She halted, looking at Eris with a conclusive look. "You!"
"Well, you ruined mine, too! I'm not dumb enough to poison Snape," Eris spat.
"Are you calling me dumb?" Hermione said, slightly taken aback.
"Yeah, so?"
"I have the highest GPA in the entire school!"
"Your grades have nothing to do with it. You have no common sense!" Eris retorted.
"Look who's talking Mrs. Set-everything-on-fire-in-the-middle-of-an- important-lesson!" Hermione scoffed.
"Just because I have way more fun than you'll ever have that's no reason to . . . ooooh! I get it. You're jealous."
"Of what? The ability to strike up chaos wherever I go?" Hermione demanded.
"Really? Do you honestly think that?" Eris put her hand on her heart. "That is just about the biggest complement anyone has ever given me!"
"I didn't give it to you. You well earned the title Discord Queen!"
"Discord Queen. Hmmm. . . . I like it!" Eris said. Neither had noticed but Snape had lost his petals and was growing back to normal size.
"If I can interrupt your precious squabbling, you have both received bottom marks and will do lines until I say so!" Snape said haughtily, obviously taking offense at the flower he was turned into.
*I will not disrupt class. I will not disrupt class.* was written over and over again. Hermione risked a sideways glance at Eris and muttered a spell she had learned last year when Harry had done lines for Umbridge. Immediately, Eris's quill morphed smoothly into the same quill Umbridge used to etch words into one's hand. The words were definitely scratched into Eris's hand, but they healed over without a trace or a drop of blood. That continued to happen until Snape coughed and took her back to the lines she was supposed to be writing.
"Why isn't she bleeding? It looks like nothing has even happened to her hand!" Hermione thought.
Meanwhile, Eris was mentally thinking of a way to make Hermione miserable. Suddenly she hit upon it. It was like a light bulb had lit over her head.
"Perfect," She whispered.
By the time Snape said they could go, Eris turned one of Hermione's parchments into a note that Hermione had written to herself. (Hermione seemed to always be writing something, why not a rant to herself?) It was a note completely insulting Harry and Ron.
They headed up to the common room, each thinking about something different.
"Her hand isn't even red. I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't notice her quill was different." Hermione was thinking.
"Insult their intelligence. Complain that they never talk about anything interesting. Talk about how poor Ron is and how Harry is probably insane. That should do it," Eris thought while the words were writing themselves on a parchment in Hermione's bag. "Now all I have to do is make sure they find it."
A/N: Hey! I decided to put a Movie night every Saturday. Don't worry; it's not a useless thing I put in because I was bored. It actually has a point. Well, not really. But all of you Rocky Horror Picture Show fans will enjoy the next chapter. Thank you to the people who reviewed. I love you people. Now start a trend and click that little button with the mouse! It's not a hard thing to do. Come on, you know you want to. . .