Make me very happy. Review. You better. If you don't, may you NEVER attend a Linkin Park concert!!!!!! Bold stuff is a telepathic message sent between two or all of The Odds.

Chapter 12

The rest of the week seemed to fly by and suddenly Saturday was upon them, with The Odds were heading for the unused classroom that the teachers used to give them their private lessons.

When they arrived outside the door of the classroom, they stopped so Rachelle and Tiffany could telepathically review their plan.

Ok, so you're going to use your telekinesis to drop something in the back of the room that will break and cause all of them to go back there to see what happened. Then, when no one's looking, we'll cast the spell, which won't take effect for 36 hours so they won't suspect that we did it AND they won't have time to fix it before classes on Monday. Is that it? Tiffany thought.

Yeah, I think so, Rachelle thought as she took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Hello, girls," said Professor Flitwick cheerfully from the circular table where Professors McGonagall and Snape were also sitting.

"Hi," said Rachelle, her voice wavering with nervousness.

"You will be taking make-up classes for Charms, Potions, and Transfiguration today," said Professor McGonagall, conjuring three more chairs around the table with a wave of her wand.

"Ok," said Tiffany as the three girls sat down with the teachers.

"Now, take these-," said Professor McGonagall, handing each of the three girls a small hairbrush, "and turn them into hedgehogs by tapping them with your wand and saying Meresarta."

The Odds raised their wands, but before they could tap the hairbrushes, a loud crash came from the back of the classroom, making little Professor Flitwick give a terrified squeak and fall out of his chair.

"What was that?" Professor McGonagall asked, standing abruptly.

She hurried over to the back of the room with Professors Snape and Flitwick on her heels.

"Ok, now's our chance," Tiffany whispered, in her nervousness forgetting about her telepathy.

"Ok, on three," whispered Rachelle, also forgetting. "One…two…three!"

"If you can't say anything nice," Rachelle and Tiffany chanted the incantation Fred and George had taught them, "Then don't say anything at -"

"I'M SIIIIIIIIIINGING IN THE RAIN, JUST SIIIIIIIIIIINGING IN THE RAIN!!!" sang Bita happily.

"DAMN IT BITA!" Rachelle swore loudly, but luckily, just then Professor Snape spoke, drowning out her voice. "Odd, how that bottle of Toad Juice just fell on its own," he said, glaring at Tiffany, Rachelle, and Bita as he led the other two teachers back to the circular table.

When their private lessons finally finished right before dinner, The Odds hurried out of the room and toward the Great Hall, hoping to find Fred and George there, talking on the way.

"How is that going to effect the spell?" Tiffany asked worriedly.

"Do you really think I know?" Rachelle answered irritably.

"We have to find Fred and George," said Tiffany.

"Yeah…Oh, look, there they are…" said Rachelle as they entered the Great hall and pointed at the Gryffindor table where Fred and George were sitting, smiling eagerly at them.

Rachelle and Tiffany ran over to where they were sitting as Bita left to go sit at the Hufflepuff table. They told the twins about everything that happened in low whispers and it wasn't long before Fred and George's smiles were replaced by worried frowns.