Disclaimer and Summary: see Chapter 1

Chapter 2:

The effect that these two words had on the battlefield of teachers was unimaginable. Professor Sinistra fainted, Professor Vector simply inhaled, and Professor McGonagall stepped forward, trying to keep her stern stare in place and not let her fear shine through.

"Ladies. I assume your summer was pleasant?" She looked the girls up and down, trying to figure out their agenda.

"Oh, fantastic", Lauren smirked, "We only got arrested twice this time!"

McGonagall didn't flinch. "Please take your seats."

"You know, Professor, I actually fancy a nap. See you in class...maybe," Lindsay said, smiling her innocent-blond-girl-smile and twirling right back around, out of the hall, closely followed by her friends.

All of the other students in the Great Hall stood up and began to applaud. Sirius Black stood up as well, and turned to James Potter.

"You have to admit, they've got style."

James shrugged. "And we don't?"

Sirius smiled, looking mischievous. "This means war."

The five girls skipped up the steps of the grand staircase, laughing. They were such badasses...not.

"It's so great how people just worship us for no reason," Pam said, looking around.

"That's not true, it's cause we're cool," Corinne said, collapsing into a fit of giggles.

"And oh-so-modest," Pam replied.

"Hey, modest people suck," Alyssa said, pulling out her vanilla lip gloss, "Just cause we know we're awesome, that makes us even more awesome. We just can't lose."

Just as she was about to layer on another glop of gloss, the girls turned the corner and walked directly into...Lucius Malfoy.

Malfoy and the girls stared at each other for a full 10 seconds, an accomplishment very great on the girls' part at least. Finally Lauren, always the one that spoke up through her sarcasm, said, "Had a nice summer, Malfoy?"

"Fine," he answered coolly, narrowing her eyes at her until they had almost become slits. Towering at over 6 feet, he peered down at all the girls, except maybe Lindsay, who almost reached his height. His eyes lingered on Corinne for longer than normal, which made Lauren stare at him and then at Corinne. Corinne gave Lauren a 'Why-the-hell-is-he-staring-at-me' look.

"Well, Malfoy, great to see you-" Lindsay started.

"Have a nice life," Alyssa finished, as the girls started walking away, giving Malfoy dirty looks. They were all on their way to their Tower, but Corinne stayed back, almost as if she was contemplating dancing on the spot. Luckily, no one noticed she and Malfoy share a few whispered words before she ran (erm....speed walked) to catch up with her friends.

When she did, she said, "Guys, I'm gonna go back down to the feast. I'm starving."

"Corinne, you had 12 Pumpkin Pasties on the train!" exclaimed Lindsay.

"And two of my Chocolate Frogs," added Pam.

"I know, but I need some real food," Corinne argued.

"I thought that was real food in your world," Alyssa said, smiling with a twinkle in her eye.

But Corinne was already halfway down the stairs, yelling that she would bring them back some food, and the four girls watched her red hair disappear. They continued to the Gryffindor Common Room, and into the dormitory that now read "Sixth Years".

After settling in and having some mindless girl talk, Lindsay sat back on her bed and asked, "What do you think was going on with Malfoy before?"

"Who knows?" answered Pam.

"Who cares?" Lauren said.

"Hey guys, did you see how hot James looked today?"

The other three girls groaned, as this was about the 15th mention of James and his hotness on Alyssa's part, but they were secretly thankful for the change in conversation. Who wanted to talk about Malfoy, anyway?

As Corinne scampered off to her secret rendezvous, madness ensued in the common room. Alyssa whipped out her straightening iron, trying to "fix" random first years' hair, while Lindsay held them down to aid in the beautifying process; Pam wrote a poem, and Lauren tortured another few poor unsuspecting souls.

Meanwhile, in the boys' dormitory....

"Hey Remus, what do you think would make more of a mess, an exploding pineapple or an exploding watermelon? Cause my dear friend Prongs here seems to be under the impression that watermelons have more surface area, therefore-"

"Sirius, STOP! It's only our first day back! Must you immediately cause a ruckus?"

Remus looked over at his two friends. Sometimes, he just didn't know what to do with them.

"A ruckus? Honestly, Moony, how old ARE you? You sound like my great-grandfather, may God rest his stuck up, pureblood, bigoted soul," Sirius smiled.

"Fine," Remus sighed, "a watermelon would cover more, but pineapple will smell worse and has those spiky type things on it."

"Okay, pineapple it is!" said Sirius, giving James an 'I-told-you-so' look.

"And who, pray tell, is one the receiving end of this prank? Malfoy? Snape?"

"Nope," James said, "We'll be paying a visit to the girls dormitory tonight...no one can rival our pranks."

Sirius and James exchanged high-fives, and Remus sighed again. This wasn't a good idea, he could feel it.