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Anonymous: Hi, anonymous. I'm sorry you don't like that she's Snape's daughter. But, get this: this is BEFORE he killed Dumbledore. In this version, he doesn't, and is a good guy. But hey, sure go on hating it. Bye! Enjoy your life!

The saga continues…(don't you love that phrase? XD)

Chapter Five: Job Assignments and Blind Dates

The next morning, Evvy was a bit nervous. She had a right to be. After all, this was her first day here with everyone, not just the people who stayed over break. She had reminded the break people at dinner last night not to tell anyone her last name. From the reaction the first time, she wasn't sure if she wanted to tell. If anyone one asked, she would make up a name.

She awoke at five, unable to sleep anymore. She packed up her stuff and slipped into the girl's dorm so she could put her stuff by the extra bed. Suddenly a loud snoring noise came from the bed, and Evvy jumped about three feet in the air. Pansy, she thought, wincing, and headed into the bathroom to change.

She pulled on her robes, and left the Slytherin house, and walked over to the Great Hall. To her surprise, there were a few people there already with their parents. Probably being dropped off, she thought.

Near her, there were two girls, one with brown hair and periwinkle eyes, and the other with blond hair and green eyes.

"Bye Mum," said the brown haired girl, kissing her mother on the cheek.

"Take care Lavender," her mother said fondly, and she stepped into the fireplace and disappeared.

Evvy walked over nervously. "Hi," she said shakily. She noticed that they had red edged robes. Gryffindor.

"Hi," said the blond, smiling. "I haven't seen you here before."

"I'm the Durmstrang exchange student, Evvy," Evvy said, smiling weakly.

"Oh. I'm Parvati Patil, and that's my friend Lavender Brown." The brown haired girl gave her a cheerful wave. "We're in the sixth year. You are too, right?"

"Yep," said Evvy. Then she frowned. "How do you know?"

Parvati waved a hand. "Oh, Dumbledore made an announcement. You do know who Dumbledore is?"

"I do. I came a couple of days before break," Evvy told her, smiling.

"Cool! So what house are you in?"

"Slytherin for the first week, then Gryffindor for the next-I pretty much switch off."

"Oh. Well, Lav and I have to go! I'll see you in Gryffindor then!" She smiled, and left, Lavender tagging on behind her.

For the next hour or so, Evvy hung around, waiting for the tables to come. Suddenly four popped up.

Uh-oh, she thought. Which one's mine?

"Lost?" asked a voice. Evvy turned to see a tall blocky girl with mousy brown hair and hazel eyes standing above her. She gulped. "Oh, don't worry, I don't bite. Most people feel this way about my appearance."

Evvy laughed. "I'm looking for the Slytherin table."

"First year?"

"Nope. Exchange student. Sixth."

"Sweet! Nice to meet you! Millicent Bulstrode." The girl stuck out a huge hand. Evvy shook it. Millicent beamed.

"Evvy," she said. "So where's the Slytherin table again?"

"Sorry," the girl said. "Over here. Follow me."

They headed over to the table on Evvy's right, and sat down. There were mounds of food already.

"Bagels!" Evvy crowed.

"What?" said Millicent, grinning.

"I haven't had one of these in ages," Evvy said, and took a ferocious bite. She smiled, looking as though she was in heaven.

The breakfast was spent meeting tons of new people, though she already knew Blaise and Draco, of course. There was Crabbe…Goyle…Adam Nott…and others, including Millicent.

In the middle of a detailed conversation concerning exactly what decibel Pansy's snores were-Draco guessed in the region of a truck, her father swept up.

"Evvy?" he said curtly.

"Yes Da-I mean, Professor," she said, catching herself just in time.

"Here's your schedule. Enjoy your year," Her father turned abruptly and left.

Evvy looked at her schedule. "Potions first, Slytherin and Gryffindor," she said. "Better go."

At the end of the day, Evvy was piled with work. An essay for Charms, a worksheet for Potions, the list went on and on. She dumped it on her bed and called a meeting of the staff.

By nine, they were all assembled in the Room of Requirement.

"Ok, today I am giving out the job assignments," Evvy said.

"Ooh, I want the fashion page!" Pansy squealed.

"Shut up!" hissed Draco, and without thinking, he elbowed her.

"Ouch!" said Pansy, rubbing her stomach. But Draco paid her no heed and stared in horror at his elbow.

"I…touched Parkinson," he said hoarsely.

All-except Pansy-of them leaned forward for the big scream.

"Ewwwwwwwwwww!"

They all winced and began to massage their ears.

"I NEED DISINFECTANT! NOW!" he screamed. Spotting some on a random shelf, he lunged for it and seized it, knocking down the entire bookcase in the process. Unfortunately, it was the spy device bookshelf. The very fragile spy device bookshelf.

"NOOOO! MY DEVICES!" shrieked Evvy.

Draco paid no attention and proceeded to smear the cream over his entire arm. He sighed. "That was close. If it had gotten under my skin…" he shuddered.

"Yeah, the new most poisonous potion ingredient: Essence of Pansy," snickered Harry.

"NOOOOOOO!" yelled Evvy again from the floor.

Draco turned guiltily to look at the ruined shelf. "Oops."

"Oops is right!" hissed Evvy. She seized him by the collar and threw him up against the wall. "Fix it! Go on, fix it!"

"Could…" he faltered, but started again, "Could you le me down? I can't exactly clean it from up here."

Evvy let go, letting Draco fall to the floor. "That was your punishment. Now, fix it, I say!"

He whipped out his wand and muttered, "Reparo!" The entire shelf-and its contents-flew back together, whole once more.

Evvy smiled and sat back down. Everyone was still laughing about the 'Essence of Pansy' joke-except for, of course, Pansy herself, who was fixing her hair in a compact mirror.

"Shut up, or you will all wait another day!" Evvy shouted, her patience worn thin.

They all immediately complied.

"Ok," said Evvy, looking down at her clipboard, as though there was something written there. Which there wasn't. "Harry," she said finally. After all, why not start with the obvious? "You are the editor of the sports page."

"Hey!" shouted Draco. "He's on his house's team! He'll make it sound better!"

"But no biased train of thought, or I will personally choose somebody to…what's the word?…help you out. Got it?" Evvy said.

Harry gulped and nodded.

"And Draco…" she said. He leaned forward eagerly. "Don't interrupt me!" she shouted.

He nodded, looking about as fierce as a puppy.

"Now," she said, trailing off to what she hoped her staff members thought was a dramatic pause. She grinned. Why not start setting thing up now? "The main section is gossip. There are two sections: the Teachers and the Students. The Teachers section will be Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy." Besides, it was a good idea: a teacher's pet-though Hermione didn't mean to be-and a smooth-talking boy. What could be better?

Hermione and Draco sure didn't think so. They scowled at her, then at each other and back at her.

"You really expect me to-" began Draco furiously just as Hermione said, "I can't work with that-"

Evvy held up her hands. "No complaining," she loomed over them.

"Alright," they squeaked in unison.

"Good. Now Ron and Pansy on the Students section-" they both groaned, but were silenced by a glare. Pansy wrinkled her nose as Ron stared at her in horror "-and Blaise, you can work on the Interesting Events, as well as any other column you see fit to add." Blaise smiled.

"Are you guys ready?" she yelled.

"Sir, yes sir!" shouted Harry. Everyone stared. "It's a Muggle thing I saw on a movie."

"What's a 'movie'?" asked Draco curiously.

Harry rolled his eyes, and didn't answer.

"Our first newspaper is in two weeks!" Evvy shouted.

"Yeah!" they yelled.

"We must work hard!"

"Yeah!"

"Work until you drop!"

"Yeah!"

"Shut up!"

"Ye-" began Ron, but stopped and blushed.

"Now, follow me," Evvy said, striding out of the room.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked after they had all exited.

"Remodeling," Evvy replied.

A few seconds later, they re-entered. Evvy smiled. It was the same, but the long table had vanished, leaving behind five desks-one for her, one for Blaise, one for Ron and Pansy, one for Hermione and Draco, and one for Harry.

"Pull up a desk everyone!" Evvy called, but spotted Hermione and Draco separating at once and finding their own desks. "With your partners," she added, smiling.

They scowled, and found a desk with two seats.

"Now, write down ideas! Brainstorm! I want you guys to show me some actual work when this session is finished!" she called out, and the room exploded in a flurry of activity-and a few squabbles, but Evvy ignored them.

Ah, newspaper life, she thought, lounging back in her chair. How I have missed it.

….

Evvy scratched out a sentence in her essay, and looked back in the book for information. She had asked Hermione to accompany her to the library to do their work-and she also needed her help on something. They were in the middle of their Potion's essay-which her father assigned. She shuddered. She would never get used to having her father as a teacher.

Take that day, for instance. She had had Potions first, and was pretty nervous. Not that she thought that she wouldn't do well; Potions was actually her best subject. But because of the teacher.

It had been a good lesson all in all, but her father refused to speak to her, and the only time he did was when it was about strictly Potion matters, nothing else. She had also been shocked as to how he favored the Gryffindors; after all, teachers weren't supposed to choose favorites. But there was always one teacher who did in every school, and it was her dumb luck to have that teacher for a father.

But back to the present. Hermione was working furiously away at the essay; she already had two rolls of the required three. Evvy pushed her own essay away and leaned forward. It was time to ask Hermione for help.

"Hermione?"

"Mmm-hmm?" She didn't look up.

"You see, I have this friend, and I want to set him up with this girl-" Evvy began, but Hermione looked up, grinning.

"Keep talking."

"Ok, here's the thing-I want to set up Ron and Pansy," Evvy told her excitedly.

"Really?" Hermione shrieked, and Madam Pince-the librarian-looked sharply in their direction, and she lowered her voice. "But they hate each other."

"Well, you and-" Evvy coughed. She had almost revealed her plan for her friend. "What I mean is, some people hate each other because they believe that they are so completely different that they can't possibly have anything in common. But when you actually compare them, they're the perfect match! So, I've compared Ron and Pansy, and you have to face the facts-they're a lot alike."

"No way!" Hermione said.

"Yeah way."

"Ok. Like how?" she said.

"For starters, they both like to look good. You know how boys are obsessed about their hair?"

"Yeah…"

"Well, Ron likes his appearance even more than most! I've seen him take out a comb and compact mirror when he thought nobody was looking, and check his hair!" Evvy said.

"For real?" Hermione gasped.

"Yep. Now your turn."

"Hmmm…let's see…they're both the ones who don't do much in a trio-no offense to Ron, of course. And the trios being Harry, Ron, and me, and Draco, Pansy, and Blaise. Hey, this is a lot easier than I thought!" Hermione grinned.

"Exactly!" Evvy beamed. "Now another thing…they both like to complain."

"You got that right!"

For the next five minutes, they listed traits Pansy and Ron had in common.

Finally, Hermione said, "Ok. You got me. Maybe they are the perfect couple."

"Unless you like him?"

"Nah. He's too much like a brother, him and Harry. Honest!" She protested at Evvy's skeptical look. "Now shoot. What's your plan?"

"Get this-I'm going to set them up with each other on a blind date."

"But they'll storm off once they see who it is!"

"No, they won't. You're thinking Muggle blind dates. Wizarding blind dates are different."

"How?"

"Ok…"

….

"Hey Pansy!" Evvy shouted, walking over to the girl's bed that night.

"Hey Evvy! What's up?" she said, putting concealer on. Evvy wrinkled her nose at this folly. Concealer at night? Who's going to see her in her bed? Wait…on the other hand, I really don't want to think about that.

"Well, guess what? I got you a date for the Hogsmead trip tomorrow!" Evvy said.

"Really?" Pansy squealed, dropping the compact. "All the guys I asked were busy!"

I wonder why, Evvy thought sarcastically. "It's a blind date."

"Blind? I don't want my date to be blind!" Pansy said worriedly.

Evvy laughed. "No, he's not blind. I'll explain it to you tomorrow."

"Great! Thanks Evvy!" Pansy said.

"No problem." Piece o' cake.

….

The next afternoon, Evvy was helping Pansy get ready. Being Pansy, she had already picked out a special outfit and everything, but Evvy was showing her what a wizarding blind date was.

"My friends and I used to do this all the time," Evvy said, putting the special eyeshadow on Pansy. "This blind date is really blind."

"Hey!" Pansy shouted. "You told me he wasn't blind!"

"No. You are."

"I don't want to be blind either!"

"No, you've got it wrong. Listen, when you meet the guy, instead of him, you will see a big white outline of the person, so even if you know them, you won't judge them. The person's voice will also sound different. And when someone else says their name, you won't be able to hear it. Therefore, even if they're your worst enemy, you'll be able to start over with a clean slate," Evvy explained.

"Will the boy have the same type of charm?"

"Yes."

"Sounds good," Pansy shrugged.

"Of course it's good! I met a ton of great friends this way!" said Evvy.

"Anybody special?" asked Pansy slyly.

"No," Evvy blushed.

"Anybody you like here?"

She blushed even harder and mumbled, "No."

"Evvy's got a cru-ush, Evvy's got a cru-ush," crowed Pansy, dancing around the common room.

"Do you want the date or not?" asked Evvy, grinning, and they headed outside.

Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common room…

"Seriously Ron, I've explained it a thousand times. It'll be fun, I promise you," Hermione said, straightening his shirt.

"But what if it turns out that we hate each other? What if I spill something? What if I say something wrong? What if-" Ron began, looking worried. Hermione clamped a hand over his mouth.

"Hmmmuhme!" He said, looking frantic.

"That's it, you're going," she said firmly, and steered him out the door.

Evvy and Pansy met Hermione and Ron at the gate to Hogsmead.

"Oh look Pansy, hear comes your date," Evvy said, watching a rather bemused Ron stroll down the hill, Hermione a few yards behind.

"Hey," Ron said uncomfortably when he got there.

"Hey," Pansy replied nervously.

"Ok, Ron, Pansy, have a good time together," Evvy said.

"Wait, what was her name? I couldn't hear her," Ron said.

"Idiot!" said Hermione-she had caught up by now, cuffing him over the head. "You're not supposed to!"

"Then what do I call her?" Ron asked.

"Ummm…"said Evvy. "Here, I'll give you each names. Remember, these are NOT your real names. Pansy, you're Ashely, and Ron, you're Damien," Evvy crossed her fingers.

"Ashely?" Pansy said, just as Ron said, "Damien?"

"Sounds good!" they said in unison.

"Good," said Evvy, relieved.

"Let's go," said Ron to Pansy.

"Ok Damien," Pansy giggled, and they set off to Hogsmead.

"Let's follow them," Evvy muttered, for they were still in earshot.

"Okay," Hermione whispered back. They waited a bit more, and then set off.

As they watched the two, they saw some people saying rude comments about them being together.

"I should've known!" said Hermione, smacking her forehead.

"Oh well," said Evvy, shrugging. "Every first couple gets a bit ridiculed."

"But they don't know who they are!"

"They'll get used to it."

Hermione rolled her eyes and seized Evvy's hand. They followed the two into The Three Broomsticks, and watched as they took a seat. Then they carefully positioned themselves so that they could see Ron and Pansy but they couldn't see them. Once both of them had gotten drinks, Evvy carefully cast a charm so that Ron and Pansy wouldn't hear anyone else speaking to them, just the bustle of the shop.

"So they won't hear insults," Evvy explained to Hermione.

"Smart."

"Thanks. I try my best."

"Shush! They're starting to talk!" Hermione hissed, and they both quieted down in order to hear the couple.

"So…" said Ron awkwardly. "What's your favorite subject?"

"I personally like Charms," said Pansy. "What about you?"

"Well," Ron said. "I enjoy Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Cool! The teacher this year is really nice, isn't she?"

"Yeah, Professor Russon, isn't it?"

"That's her!"

"I can't believe that each of our teachers only stayed for a year each. Strange, don't you think?"

"Yeah. My friends and I always suspected that the job was cursed, or something like that."

"Mine too!"

"Awesome!"

"So, do you like Quidditch?"

"Who doesn't?"

Evvy and Hermione exchanged smiles. This was going exactly as planned. They actually were having a good time.

After a few more minutes, they left the store, deep in a discussion about some of the different secret passageways in the school.

"This couldn't be going better! I've never had so much fun on date before!" Ron said, blushing deeply.

"Me neither," Pansy admitted.

"Where do you want to go next?"

"How about Honeydukes? I've heard that there's some new candies there," suggested Pansy.

"Sure!" she beamed.

The two went all over town, seeming to have the time of their lives. Evvy and Hermione followed them from store to store, but the couple never seemed to notice. If they did, they were hiding it very well.

Finally, the trip was drawing to a close. Evvy and Hermione leaned out of the bush they were hiding in for the final act.

They were at the Shrieking Shack, but they weren't paying the slightest bit of attention to the house, just staring at each other. Snow was falling lightly, and all was quiet.

"This has been the greatest," said Pansy. "I had a great time."

"Me too," said Ron.

"I almost wish it wouldn't end," Pansy said, and they leaned in close. But hen they pulled away.

"Um, bye," Ron said awkwardly.

"Bye," Pansy said, and they both rushed off in different directions.

Evvy and Hermione stared at each other.

"Ok, I can't help it," said Evvy, grinning. "But I told you so, I told you so!" She hopped out of the tree and did a little jig.

"There's no time for this!" Hermione said.

"What do you mean? There's always time! I told you so, I told you so!" Evvy danced a bit more.

"No, I mean we need to go meet Ron and Pansy! Now!" Hermione said.

Evvy's face turned white, and they almost toppled over each other as they rushed to get to the school.

….

Cursing, Evvy arrived out of breath in the common room just before Pansy entered.

When Pansy came in, Evvy's mouth dropped open. Pansy was in dreamland. She was smiling happily and her head was in the clouds.

"Pansy?" Evvy asked slowly.

"Yes?" she said, still in dreamland.

"I don't mean to interrupt your reverie or anything, but how did it go?" Evvy asked her.

"Oh, it was wonderful! Thank you!" she seized Evvy in a bone-crushing hug.

"Pansy…strangling me…" she gasped.

"Sorry," Pansy let go, and Evvy landed with a thump on her bed.

Suddenly Pansy's face crumpled and she collapsed with a wail next to Evvy. "We were about to kiss, and I pulled away!"

"It was your first date with him," Evvy said consolingly. "That would be going to fast."

"No, not for this," Pansy sobbed, her tear-stained face buried in a pillow. "He's so…amazing."

"Pan, you don't even know what he looks like."

"But if I did, I know he'd be handsome!"

For a half an hour, Pansy raved and ranted about how she pulled away, how utterly stupid she was. Evvy rushed off to the library, her face white. There was a sudden thump as her body and someone else's collided.

"Evvy!" It was Hermione. "It's Ron-"

"Him too?"

Hermione nodded.

They had a big problem.

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Ok, did you like? Now for the review answers!

Zerrin of the Wind- Blaise and Evvy. Maybe…you will see. And duh, as you have read, she really is going to set everyone up! And the note will come in later in the story. Don't worry. I love sugar highs! Yippeee!

Syl Rose- Awww, thanks. I love it when people laugh at my jokes. At school, when I try to tell jokes, even to my friends, nobody laughs. Nobody. It makes me sad. So now someone does: you! Yay! And you will see about Evvy and Blaise. And her dad, I think that's going to be last, sorry.

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Rachael- As I said before, I'm not even gonna try to spell your name out. Thanks. Four starbursts for sugar high? I actually can get sugar high without having any sugar! Wanna see? Oh wait, you see that everyday at school…o0o0o never mind.

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Ask Evvy's Crystal Ball

Once Evvy left the Slytherin dorm, she encountered a problem. She didn't know where the Gryffindor common room was. That's okay, she thought brightly. I'll just-

"Lost?" asked a mild voice behind her.

Evvy shrieked and turned around, wand at the ready. What she found was a ghost in a huge ruff inspecting his non-existent fingernails.

"Now, that stick will do very little to me, very little," continued the ghost.

"Sorry," said Evvy, holding her hand to her heart. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

"I beg your pardon?"

"You scared me half to death."

"Now, little lady, death is nothing to joke about," said the ghost sternly. "After all, I was killed by 47 seven chops with a blunt axe, and if I may say so, it's a quite unpleasant experience, and I would not like to experience it again."

"He didn't do a very good job, did he?" Evvy asked, peering closer at it.

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