Lianda jumped on me. "An idea? I love the insane things you come up with! What is it?"
"Well, it is my last day here for a while, right…?" I asked, grinning slyly. "Remember the Burn Box?"
Her eyes lit up. "Do you mean the one… with all of our pranks in it?"
"Exactly."
Lianda handed me my cloak, then searched for hers. As she was rummaging through her belongings, I swung open my trunk's lid. Pushing aside my clothes, I found the crack at the very bottom. Digging my fingernails into it, I ripped it out to reveal a small hiding area.
Underneath the base was a wooden box. I dusted off the cover, then opened it. A soft creaking sound emerged. Inside was six sheets of parchment, each containing a full-fledged list of all the things Lianda and I had wanted to do before we graduate.
I fingered the sheet on top thoughtfully. "Let's do this page first."
She crouched down behind me, reading as she rested her chin on my shoulder softly. "Good one."
I pulled out my set of Filibuster's Wet Start Fireworks and packed it into a pocket in my robe. "Okay, the first one is… Set off fireworks in as many toilets as we can before we get caught… I'll take the right side, you take the left… Meet me in the Room of Requirements when you're done, okay?"
She nodded then took half of the package. I crept down the stairs, sneaking into the shadows to pass by the Prefects in the Common Room.
When we got outside the portrait, I gave her a quick hug then left.
Running into each bathroom, I dropped in fireworks and left just in time to hear them explode. I'd gotten to the third set when I heard Filch on the floor below me screaming, "rotten filth! Who did this? WHO DID THIS?"
I stifled a laugh. Finishing up the stalls, I raced to the Room of Requirements. Lianda wasn't there yet. I sat down, waiting impatiently to see how her prank had gone.
When I was just about ready to leave, the door snapped open. I looked up from the book I had asked for in my mind. To my surprise, it wasn't Li that stood there, but Draco.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" I asked, standing up.
He raised his eyebrows. "I have the same question for you. Aren't you a Prefect? You don't have night shifts; only McDonnell and Creevy do. I have enough reason to turn you in."
"Yes, you do." I replied, "but so do I. You're out late, too."
He handed me a note, sneering. "Special permission from Professor Snape."
"Why are you out, then?" I asked, rolling my eyes.
He laughed. "Mind your own business, Weasel. You don't want to meddle in things that might ruin your ickle reputation. By the way, that was a lame prank. Couldn't you and the Blonde think of anything better?"
I glared at him.
"Oh, just so you know; she got caught," he smirked. "So go to bed before I turn you into the real officials."
I shot him a nasty look and stormed off.