Gigi Arduer had been lucky enough to be born a witch. It wasn't too surprising; her parents were both magical, and some of her other relatives were the same way. Her parents were undeniably proud of their little girl, the day she got her letter that announced her acceptance into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Gigi had never quite forgotten that pride. Her parents had been proud of her, wanted her to be successful at everything she set her mind to. Hogwarts, in Gigi's opinion, was one of those things that she had a duty to do her absolute best at.

No surprise that she was a total brainiac.

Her grades may as well have been absolutely perfect. She never missed an assignment, she always went over the top on essays, her potions were brilliantly concocted at least 99 of the time (although Professor Snape was reluctant to admit that a Gryffindor student could do so well at Potions), everything was perfect for her. Miss Perfect, some called her. Admired by some, hated by others.

Hated by others, such as a certain Fred Weasley.

Fred, along with his twin brother George, had maintained a reputation for pranks about the school. They had the potential to be just as good about their schoolwork as Miss Arduer, but they didn't seem to care much about homework and the like. Pranks were far more interesting than writing a page about some potion you would never hear of again. George didn't seem to have much of a problem with Gigi. In fact, he didn't care much about the girl. They had their differences, they weren't friends, and he left it at that. Fred, however, had a burning dislike for the girl, and Gigi didn't exactly harbor any good feelings towards him in return. They hated each other, and that was that.

Why did they have such a negative view towards the other? It could've been anything. It could've been as simple as the fact that he had red hair, and she had black. Hopefully, however, they had more sense than to be so hateful over something as random as hair color. Perhaps it was due to the fact that they just disagreed on things so much. Pranks to homework, goofing around to paying attention, the list went on. Whatever the reason, it seemed hopeless to try to change either Gigi's mind about Fred, or Fred's mind about Gigi.

And, if one was misfortunate enough to be in a room with Gigi and Fred, it would've been a wise suggestion to take cover, or get out of there. Most people had made clear of the common room, for now, just in case.

It was a Saturday, and Gigi Arduer had claimed her usual table in the Gryffindor Common Room. It was her last year – the N.E.W.Ts year – and she was being dutiful to her personal vow to do her best at everything she did. She had to make her parents proud. A pile of books was to her left, and her messenger bag on the right filled with extra quills, parchment, and inkwells. She was somewhat hunched over the sheet of parchment before her, and seemed rather consumed by what she was doing. An essay of some sort, that wasn't really due for another four days from now. Always the overachiever, Gigi wanted to get a head start on the assignment. It was sunny outside, and the sunlight that filtered through the clean, clear glass of the GCR's windows provided exceptional illumination. It also provided a continuous temptation to go outside, but Gigi wouldn't allow herself to take a break. It gave everyone else a reason to avoid the common room, but there were those few souls that didn't know that Miss Perfect was in there and had to come in from outdoors.

It just so happened that a certain redhead with the initials of 'F.W' had to be one of those uninformed people. It was always great to go outside. He and George had gone to Hogsmeade earlier that day, and had some fun at Zonko's. George had found a certain Alicia Spinnet, and Fred went back to school by himself to avoid getting stuck with romance. The idea of it wasn't so bad, if it was the right girl, but if it wasn't the right girl then it was rather horrid, and Fred would rather not have to think about it. Hands shoved in his pockets, he walked in through the portrait hole, smile on his face. Smile, that is, until his eyes landed on the room's only other occupant. He frowned. Gigi Arduer. She just had to be in there when he had to come back inside. Pity, too; he'd gotten bored of the grounds. So, deciding to be stubborn, Fred wouldn't go about this easily and just go back outside. No, he would have fun with this, bugging the daylights out of this girl.

"Don't you ever do anything else?" he asked, snatching the parchment up off the table while her hand had been lifted to dip her quill into the inkwell. "This has a better tan than you do. What are you, sunlight-intolerant?" Gigi's eyes widened as she discovered that her paper was gone. He did not just touch her paper. That was completely against the rules of getting along with Gigi when she was on a working kick. A hard glare formed on her face as she looked up at him.

"Can I have my essay back, or do you just want to keep it due to its tan?" she queried, with a tone that was clearly not amused. "I knew you weren't lucky in the romantic field but going after parchment? You need help." Fred narrowed his eyes back at her, and considered ripping it in half, but then she could just have it back together with a quick spell. But what if he ripped it up in more than two pieces? Then she would have to arrange it all, so the words were in order, and that would undoubtedly be a tedious task.

"It does, though. You look unhealthy. Ever compare yourself to the color of a dead body – maybe even the smell of one? Do people call you Greasy Arduer, sometimes?" Alright, sure, she took showers daily just like every other girl in Hogwarts. It was a way to insult her, was it not? It worked, too, judging by the harshness that was added to the look on her face and the annoyed way she would tap her fingers against the wooden surface of the table.

"Can I have it back, please?" she asked again. "I would rather like to finish it, if you don't mind." She had already gotten three inches of the darn thing completed, and there was no sense to stop now, now that she was on a roll.

"Hm, let me think. No," Fred answered simply, darting away from her with the parchment in tow, and positioning his hands to make it look like he would indefinitely rip the thing in half. Gigi's eyes widened and she pushed her chair away from the table.

"I'm warning you, Weasley. Give it back, right now," Gigi growled. The look on her face looked oddly threatening, which was surprising, coming from such a goody-goody (in Fred's opinion).

"I don't suppose you're going to do anything about it if I don't," he mused, making a tiny rip at the top of the parchment, and Gigi's eyebrow twitched slightly. "You wouldn't dare do anything and you know it. Miss Perfect Prefect." The rip became a bit longer.

"So I try to avoid getting into bad situations. Give me back my essay!" she stood up, fists clenched. Would she hit him? Probably not, despite how much she would've liked to introduce her knuckles to his face. Fred was right, and Gigi knew it. She wouldn't dare do anything.

"Make me," the teenage boy said simply, a smug look on his face, as he was sure he had her beat. Gigi snatched up her wand.

"Accio parchment." The parchment flew out of his hands and back to her. That didn't stop Fred; sure, she had her essay back. Anyone could accio something back to his or herself. In that sense, she hadn't done much of anything to be proud of at all.

"Oh, wow, you can make it come back to you. I'm really scared of you now…" He continued talking, but Gigi was tuning him out. Sitting back down, she picked up her quill again, and skimmed over what she had already written down. Wouldn't want to write something down twice, after all. "There you go again!" His voice started up all over again, and he rolled his eyes at her. "You have problems."

"You think so?"

"Who doesn't?"

"Me, that's who. I think you have it mixed up due to your problems, rather than mine." Once again, she began to tune him out, as he rambled put-downs and the like at her. Try as she might, Gigi couldn't tune it all completely out, and the anger began to build inside of her. Finally, she stood up again and grabbed her wand, and pointed it at him.

"Silencio!"

Silence followed this, and Gigi was stunned. She had actually hexed someone, even if it was with a simple silencing spell. She had silenced Fred Weasley. Shut him up, until she felt like releasing him from its magical clutches. Fred had a look of pure anger and hate towards her, and there was no doubt in Gigi's mind that he would certainly be saying things his mother wouldn't have been proud to hear come out of his mouth. Dropping her wand on the table, a triumphant look came over her, and she laughed.
"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" This didn't make Fred any happier with her, at the moment, and Gigi didn't quite care. "That's what you get for being such a git." She sat back down and attempted to get back to work on her essay, while Fred stood there in utter silence.

He, Fred Weasley, had been silenced by, of all people, Miss Perfect! This either had to be a sure sign that the world was ending, or that she was finally coming around. Either one of those reasons, or this was a nightmare. As he tried to insult her again, he couldn't hear any words escape, and sat down. A childlike sulk rose to his face, and somehow it managed to have an effect on Gigi. With a sigh of defeat, she picked up her wand, and let him go from the wrath of Silencio.

Eh, at least he had been quiet for about five minutes or so. That was better than nothing, and she had actually done something about his annoying nature, for once.

This was just one of the many showdowns that would occur between the two enemies, at random times. It didn't matter when, or where; if either one provoked the other enough, and crossed that line, they would be practically at each other's throats ready to kill one another.
Brainiac versues Prankster. Who would win?