Well, no reviews as usual. Everyone likes my Inu fanfic. Not that that's bad! I just wish people would read this one considering how long I've worked on it. (Sniff) I'll be okay. (goes and cries in a corner) (Amaya, stop being so naive) Oh, okay. Here's the story(if you care)!

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The alarm clock rang loudly at 8:00, waking me from the randomest dream. I turned over lazily and shut it off. Damn thing won't let me get a wink of sleep. After about half an hour of Ann poking me relentlessly I finally got up. I rolled the covers away from me and sat up, looking angrily at Ann. She glared back at me. We continued this starring contest for only a second before we both burst out laughing.

"Ha! I don't know why that was funny, but it was hilarious!" I said loudly.

"Tell me about it. At least you're up." she replied, wiping a tear from her eye, "You told me I would find out what happened in the morning so I couldn't wait!"

"Oh right!" my eyes sparkled maliciously as I remembered the prank. Even as I look back on it now, I think it might have been one of my most dangerous and most rewarding tricks. With that in mind, I got ready as quickly as I could, which only took about 5 minutes. My mother could never understand why it took me so long to get ready for school in the morning. The reason was absolutely nothing to look forward to.

"Wow, that was quick. You sure you won't tell me what it is?" asked Ann.

"No! Don't spoil it!" I insisted. God, she's pestered me ever since she found out. Well, I suppose she has a good reason, but still. We power-walked down to breakfast.

When we arrived, none of the teachers were at their places at the head table.

"Wow, that good huh?" whispered Ann in awe.

"Oh yeah." I affirmed, smiling with unbelievable satisfaction.

One by one, some of the teachers began to file into their places. Snape, Querrel, Flitwick, some other teachers, and Hagrid. Neither Dumbledore nor McGonagall showed up all breakfast. Then, just as the first bell rang, McGonagall stormed in the Great hall. Her hair, which was usually in a tight bun, was messy and looked like it had been done in a hurry.

"No one shall leave this hall until we have found the culprit." she projected angrily. She walked quickly up to the head table and stood in front of it with the expression of an extremely forced calm. "Professor Dumbledore's wand," she paused to look around at everyone in the hall; a tense silence was everywhere. "has been stuck to his ceiling by the use of a muggle adhesive strengthened by magic. No person, staff or otherwise, has been able to retrieve it."

The girl at her feet gasped at the news. "Really?"

"Really." the mother confirmed.

"Did they ever get it down?" she asked in awe.

"Yes, eventually." she answered. "But not until they had other things to worry about." she concluded, leaving her daughter to wonder.

Everyone in the hall looked around at their peers with mixed expressions. Some were smiling with amusement, others were looking nervous, and even others seemed impressed. However, all eyes seemed to linger slightly on Fred and George Weasly. The twins' eyes were darting around the room, trying to find out who had really done it, sure that if they didn't have a finger to point at someone, they would be blamed.

"This," she continued, "is a serious offense. Charges brought against the person will be severe, and would almost definitely result in expulsion from this school. And if anyone," she looked expectantly around the room hoping for some look of betrayal, "has any information as to the perpetrator, they will be awarded Special Services to the School." Now every look contained amazement. "And no person is leaving this room until that wand is retrieved and the culprit revealed. Now sit down!" she snapped. There was the unified sound as hundreds of students sad back down immediately.

"I have to send an owl requesting help. I will return immediately, and no talking." She walked out just as suddenly as she had come, her shoes clicking rhythmically on the floor. The door to the great hall swung open as she left, and slowly creaked shut. Slowly, slowly, every creak resounding around the hall, and then, the moment it clicked shut. . . the hall was in an uproar of voices, students and teachers. Nothing of this magnitude had ever happened at Hogwarts and would not happen again for some years.

"So, you won't rat me out, will you? Ann?" I whispered hastily.

"What are best friends for?" she answered reassuringly.

"So, how long do you think this will hold out? Staying here I mean."

"No idea. Someone will have to be able to get it down. I expected, when I heard what happened, that one of the teachers surely would be able to get it down. What did you use anyway?"

"Shhh!" I looked around nervously. I knew that if anyone ever found out I had done it they would report me immediately. Noone seemed to have heard. "That's a secret. I hope this'll at least hold out till midterms. But I doubt it."

The whole hall was buzzing with intrigue and curiosity. I personally made a point of going over to the Griffindor table and asking Fred if they had anything to do with it, putting on my best mask.

"No we did not! My brother and I would never do anything that serious. Why does everyone keep asking us that!" he shouted, angrily. As I left, I heard several more voices asking the same question. The twins were close to screaming in denial.

I made my way back to my table and Ann. Noone remained seated after the supervision had stopped interfering. We continued to chat absently, sometimes betting on how long it would last, speculating on who would be able to fix it, and other things. Absentmindedly, I grabbed some of my books out of my bag, which I had with me for class. I grabbed my potions book and started looking up random things, such as sleeping potions, temporary numbing potions, ones for boils, and various antidotes. Ann joined me later in looking up and copying down useful concoctions for future ideas.

I didn't think I did that good a job. I thought, staring out into space, Mixing potions, charms, and muggle adhesive can't be that complicated. If they don't get it down soon I might actually help them. Poor ignorant teachers, to be outdone by a student, first year too. I wonder, if I help them they might be too happy to have it back to press charges. Still, don't think I'll risk it. I finished copying down the brewing instructions for a potion that would make your body temporarily invisible, and looked over to see how Ann was doing.

I was just looking over her shoulder when Peeves popped out from under the table right in front of me. Several students nearby squealed, others looked angrily at the poltergeist, assuming he had come to cause some mischief.

"What do you want, Peeves?" I said dryly.

"Who wants to know?" he said in his irritating cackle.

"Me. Now what is it?" I replied coldly.

"I wants to know when and where to meet you." he replied. "I have to learn from the master." he whispered in my ear. I smiled slightly, remembering the incident.

"Very well." I thought about where would be best to teach my art. It was going to be interesting, I had never taught mischief before. "In the potions room," I replied, a plot already forming in my mind, "at 10:00."

"I will be there." he answered, in as close to a submissive tone as such an arrogant poltergeist could get.

"What did you teach him? What did you make him do?" The small girl enquired, bobbing up and down in her seat.

"You'll see, you'll see." the mother replied.

"But I want to see now!" she pouted.

"Patience, my dear, patience. How many times do I have to tell you to have patience?" she reprimanded.

"A lot." the girl agreed. "But could you please continue with the story?" she pleaded, doing her best puppy eyes. Her mother chuckled a little before proceeding.

Peeves disappeared as suddenly as he had come. Just as he left, I was bombarded by the other students, anyone who had been withing earshot, regardless of house.

"What was that?"

"Hey, what just happened?"

"What's at 10:00?"

"Did Peeves just listen to you?" People were leaning across tables and making a chaotic circle around me. Voices were jumbled, overlapping each other left and right.

"Come on, tell us!"

"I'm serious, what happened?"

"Did I miss something?"

"What's going on!" McGonagall's booming voice resounded brilliantly with the Great Hall's acoustics. Every voice was immediately silenced, every person was frozen, and all eyes were on the red-faced headmistress. For the first and only time in my life, I silently thanked God for that woman. For the first and only time in my life she had saved me from something unpleasant. And for the first and not the last time in my life, I saw her truly furious.