A/N: I'm Kate! And I'm Emma. Together we're 'KE the marauders', obviously… Yeah, and we "solemnly swear that we are up to no good." Which will take on a completely different meaning later. Which some will like, and some will not. But by the end, you'll understand why we say "mischief managed." Even though some of our mischief is never quite managed. Of course most of it is…successfully. Anyway, this story is just something we thought of this afternoon, everything is real, except the main plot.

Disclaimer: Wow! How'd you guess we don't own this?

The minutes ticked by. Mr. Connors class never seemed to be the highlight of any school day, ever. Only one thought kept Emma and Kate going, and that was the activity they had planned with their friend Hannah, after school.

In their class, which was currently Social Studies, their teacher had made sure to place them far apart. But being the 'innocent' girls they were, somehow managed to persuade him otherwise. Hannah now sat next to Kate. Although Emma was still slightly across the room, that never meant any problems. At least not to them.

On one side of the room, sat Emma. She was a girl of about 5'3, recently Bat Mitzvah-ed, and ready to dive headfirst into being a teenager. With curly, chestnut brown hair, naturally tanned skin, and warm brown eyes, only being around her five minutes made you feel like her best friend.

A couple of yards away, sat Kate and Hannah. Kate was 5"2, average build (A/n: Huge...oops dodges glare from Emma I was going to say eyes…), she had shoulder length, dark brown hair with bangs that were swept to the side, fair skin, and chocolate brown eyes. In her opinion, and in a many of her ex-boyfriends, she was a dish (A/n: dodges yet another glare Well, they want to know about me!). Hannah looked almost like Kate, they were often mistaken for twins, though they weren't related. Hannah had an unknown color of hair, being originally light brown, it had been highlighted blonde by the harsh Massachusetts summer sun. Her normal fair skin, had also turned a more natural beige, and her eyes, as always, were a warm honey color.

All three of the girls were currently dodging the classwork that was assigned, not that their teacher was noticing.

"So Hannah, I was thinking of making butterbeer for the movie after school." Said Kate, brightly, as she pulled at her fitted red tee, matched perfectly with her light Hollister jeans, green Puma's and Tiffany's bracelet and necklace.

"Kate, you're a classic." Answered Emma, loudly, from the other side of the room. No one noticed, the class was far to used to it to care. "Only you could figure out how to make it. How did you figure it out anyway?"

"It was on this website, Mugglenet. I think." Replied Kate, thoughtfully.

"Oh my goodness, Kate, you are such a loser!" Laughed Hannah, folding up a note recently passed to her.

"Thanks!" Supposed Kate, sardonically. "Are you still coming late?"

"Yeah, sorry. But you guys won't start the movie without me, will you?" Hopefully questioned Hannah.

"No, we will. But I'm sure you won't miss much." Replied Emma. "It's just Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban."

"Please, for the love of all that is good, tell me you meant that sarcastically!" Added in Kate, dramatically clutching her chest.

"Of course I did, you honestly think I'd say that? It'd be like, sacrilegious, except, to Harry Potter." Laughed Emma.

"You both are so silly." Grinned Hannah. "I'll be there in about an hour."

She rushed off, as the bell signaling the end of the school day rang.

"So. Off to set up then?" Kate asked, grabbing her backpack and making her move towards the school doors.

"Of course…Mrs. Felton!" Answered back Emma, hooking arms with Kate as they made their way to the buses.

"That reminds me! I should probably make a sign that says swoon for whenever my future husband comes on." Retorted Kate.

"This is going to be so awesome!" Smiled Emma.

A/n: Chapter one is fin! We are just so amazing. Listen to us, we're just the coolest. Um…right. Imagine, Hannah's the only one that sites us on our enigma-ness for being normal but loving Harry Potter. And Hannah is so totally one to talk about being normal, puh-lease.