Hermione walked up an asphalt driveway, all of her limbs sore, her eyes barely open, and every inch of her body close to exhaustion. She'd been working since being called away the day before her children left for school, and was still working now, two days later. She hadn't slept, she'd barely eaten, and she was in dire need of a shower, but the life of an Auror was never an easy one. Hermione sometimes wondered how Tonks managed to be so cheerful and awake all the time. Then again, Hermione would've given anything to be one of the Hogwarts Aurors. At least I'd be able to see my children, she thought bitterly. She couldn't help but feel guilty as she reached the door. It was Chaim's first year at Hogwart's, and she hadn't been there to see him off. She'd at least been able to do that much for Vilandra, although the past few years she hadn't.

With a heavy sigh, Hermione rang the doorbell. There was shuffling on the other side of the door, obviously he would be awake. He had a class to teach in less than an hour. Harry opened his front door and nearly chocked on the coffee he drank as he saw his best friend.

"Hermione! Come inside, come on." He motioned her in and she entered his house gratefully. It was rather cold already for that time of year, and the warmth of Harry's house was welcome. Harry motioned her into the living room and she sat down on one of his soft couches, feeling a little bit of tension draining from her. Not enough to make her feel completely better, but enough for her to get through what she needed to while with Harry. "You look terrible." Hermione let out a short laugh as he said this.

"Well, three days of absolute hell will do that to you."

"Do you need anything? Food? Something to drink?" Hermione groaned as she forced herself to sit up more.

"A shower and some sleep, but only I can really provide those." She gave him a weak smile and he forced one back, not at all pleased with the way his best friend looked.

"What's been keeping you busy, these days, Hermione? I'd find out myself but you know how Ginny and I are. We like staying as far away from the magical world as possible." Hermione nodded.

"Of course. The famous Potter never had a moment's peace." She smiled at him. "What's Ginny been up to? Still designing clothes, then?" Harry nodded. Hermione figured she could have a nice friendly chat with him before getting down to her job. They were old friends, after all. She wanted to know what was going on in his life.

"Yeah, Ginny's happy. She likes this Muggle world. Your kids are fairly Muggle too, aren't they?" Hermione laughed and nodded.

"Can hardly get Chaim away from the television." He nodded back.

"Yes, he looked good when I saw him two days ago. Great boy. And Vilandra's looking lovely, as usual. Takes after her mother." He winked at Hermione and she smiled gratefully. She knew she looked like hell, and to be compared to her daughter at that current moment in time was a big compliment. "Her, Leroux and my two are ready for another year of causing trouble."

"And getting detentions from Snape." Harry laughed and nodded, agreeing with his old school friend.

"Let's be honest, we did it, too. We were such a pain to him."

"Not as much as our children. You should hear the stories Lonnie tells me. Dear lord, I'm surprised she's not been expelled with some of the things she says and does to poor old Severus Snape." Harry shrugged, silently adding that he deserved it. He would never say it out loud, he knew Hermione well enough to know it would set her off.

Hermione sighed and realized she would finally have to get down to business. She looked up into Harry's green eyes and began to speak. "I wish I could say I came here to have a chat and catch up on old times with a good friend, but it's not why I'm here." Harry nodded.

"Work, I presume." Hermione nodded a confirmation. "Figured as much. You wouldn't have come here as exhausted as you are if it was for a friendly visit." Hermione sighed.

"You're cut off from the wizarding world. What do you know about the new Voldemort rising?" Harry shook his head.

"Nothing, I think. Maybe a few hints will enlighten me." Hermione sighed and nodded.

"Before I start, Harry, I want you to know I wouldn't have come to you unless I was sure I couldn't do it." He said nothing, so she began. "He lay in wait for a long while, gathering followers and increasing his power. He was harmless at first, people didn't take him seriously, but then something happened. I'm not sure how to explain it, but he has acquired more power than even Voldemort himself could acquire. He's stronger than ever now, and he's going on a wild spree, him and his followers killing at will. There appears to be no set class, both purebloods and Muggleborns have been killed. The one thing every family had in common is that one member of that family is a powerful witch or wizard in one field or another, whether it be Potions, Transfiguration, anything. We need you to help us bring him down." Harry shook his head throughout almost the entire speech. He stood up, still shaking his head.

"No, Hermione. I'm sorry, but I can't. Get Dean Thomas to do it." Hermione shook her head forcefully, also standing up.

"I need you. Only you, Harry. You're the only person who can do this." She insisted. He scoffed, motioning himself.

"Hermione, I'm a Media teacher! I put that life behind me! I gave up being an Auror for a reason, Hermione, I won't do it again. My days of fighting evil are over. I fought Voldemort, and then Mr. Malfoy, and then that horrible toad, Umbridge. This new threat of yours can't be as bad as all three of them." Hermione said nothing. She just pressed her lips together, trying to force herself to continue. She knew there was only one way to make him do this. "I don't want to fight anymore." Those words bit into Hermione, and she cringed. She knew the next words out of her mouth would be words she would hate forever. She looked up at Harry, her brown eyes locking with his green ones.

"I understand." She turned, as if to leave, but stopped, turning her head slightly so she was facing him. "Do you at least want to know who this new threat is?" Harry shrugged, looking at his watch. He would be late for class. The thing he didn't know was that he was never going to end up going. Hermione sighed deeply, looking at the floor now. "The King of Darkness." Hermione looked back up at him.

Harry regarded her with a look that let her know he would cave. Harry hadn't realized the King of Darkness had gained enough power to become a threat. They didn't receive the Daily Prophet, and both he and Ginny were more involved with the Muggle side than the Magical side. With a heavy sigh, Harry fell onto his couch, pulling off his glasses and rubbing his eyes with his left hand wearily. He knew Ginny would be angry, he knew he would hate himself for going off to fight evil—again. But, Hermione was right. This was one she couldn't handle.

"All right, Hermione." He whispered after a long silence. He sighed and looked up at her. "All right, I'll do it."

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McGonnagall walked slowly down the Gryffindor table, handing out the class schedules to everyone. Of course, the four cousins were always the biggest problems since they switched courses all the time. Technically, they should've officially decided on their courses for the rest of their years at Hogwarts in their third year, but they always managed to bend the rules and all four of them had changed their courses during their fourth year, and again now, during their fifth year. McGonnagall handed them each their schedules and all four groaned in unison as they saw what lay at the end of their first day back. Double Potions.

"Double Potions at the end of our first day back. That's just downright cruel. Why can't it be—double History of Magic?" Leroux complained.

"No thanks, and because we dropped it." Vilandra said simply as she scanned her schedule.

"We always skived History of Magic, anyway." Rhett reminded them. The other three nodded, having forgotten about that.

As they all scanned their schedules, they talked to one another about which courses they had together. Of course, they'd arranged to have certain courses together but, for example, while Vilandra and Rhett did Muggle Studies, they wanted to know what Talak and Leroux were doing.

Leroux sighed exasperated as he reached the end of his week.

"Brilliant." He threw his schedule onto the table. "I've always wanted my limbs gnawed off during my last period on Fridays." He buried his face in his arms as Rhett grabbed his schedule, looking to see what Leroux had last period on Friday.

"Care of Magical Creatures? Why did you take that class?" He asked stunned. Leroux looked up and pointed accusingly at Vilandra.

"She forced me!" Vilandra cuffed him lightly in the head, turning to Rhett to answer more suitably.

"It was for Hagrid. You know how upset he gets when there aren't very many fifth, sixth and seventh years. I'm going to con him into taking all three years with me." She jerked her head sideways, motioning Leroux. He sat bolt upright, turning to her.

"Bloody hell, woman! You're mad!" He exclaimed. Vilandra shrugged, grinning at her cousin.

"Maybe so, but you're still doing it with me." She insisted with an evil smirk. Leroux pretended to sob into his hands as Talak patted his shoulder.

"S'all right, Leroux. You deserve it, you conned me into doing Ancient Runes." Talak reminded him. Leroux sighed, shaking his head as Vilandra looked back at her schedule.

"Right, so we've all got Potions, Transfiguration and Defence Against the Dark Arts together. I've got Muggle Studies with Rhett, and Care of Magical Creatures with Leroux."

"Muggle Studies?" Talak turned to his twin. "While I'm busting my brains out in Ancient Runes with this twit, you'll be sleeping at the back of Muggle Studies!" Rhett merely grinned at his twin, who began banging his fists on the table. "Where is the justice!" Vilandra shook her head, smirking at her insane cousin. After a few minutes, he'd calmed down enough to allow them all to continue their conversation.

"So, I've got Ancient Runes with you, mate," Leroux patted Talak on the back. "While Lonnie and Rhett have Muggle Studies. But while Lonnie and I are in Care of Magical Creatures, what are you going to be doing?" The twins grinned at one another.

"We took Divination—" Rhett began, to which Talak immediately continued,

"—cause dad said it was simple."

"You predict your own death—"

"—act like everyone's going to die—"

"—see the Grim everywhere, and—"

"—it's supposed to be great fun." Talak finished as both smirked. Vilandra raised a curious eyebrow, something just occurring to her.

"I thought Trelawney was really anal about who carried on after third year. How is it the two of you managed to con your way into her class?" Rhett burst out laughing at this comment.

"Are you mad?" He demanded.

"We're the Potter twins." Talak insisted.

"Trelawney was thrilled we wanted to join her class."

"Even though we have no idea what the hell we'll be doing."

"She just wants to be able to predict slow and painful deaths for us." Rhett smirked.

"I can do that for you, if you like." Vilandra insisted, and the four laughed. They finished their breakfast and began their walk to their Defence Against the Dark Arts class. They loved that class the most.

Defence Against the Dark Arts was taught by a man who used to be a professor, but he was sent away a year after having been employed. Not because he was no good, but because he was a Werewolf. Professor Remus Lupin had been reinstated as a Hogwarts professor soon after the fall of Voldemort. He'd helped bring him down, and therefore deserved some kind of reward. When asked what it was he wanted, he'd said all he wanted to do was be a professor again. And so, Dumbledore had re-hired him, and had informed all parents of his doing so, telling those who didn't want their children taught by a werewolf to send them elsewhere. There had been problems, and a lot of angry parents, but in the end there was nothing they could do short of sending their children abroad. So, they 'sucked it up', and sent their children to be taught by a werewolf.

Of course, the four Gryffindors had no problem with Remus Lupin. In fact, they adored him. He was almost like family to them. All of the old Order of the Phoenix members were like family to them, which was why they got along so well with so many of the adults. The fact that they reminded everyone of Fred and George also helped them. Lupin himself loved the Weasley twins and their pranks. Now, he had four of them to laugh about.

"Oh, thank God." Talak exclaimed as they entered their classroom.

"What?" Vilandra asked as she attempted to push past her tall cousin.

"It's not Slytherin. It's Ravenclaw." The four breathed relieved sighs as Talak finally moved away from the door, taking his seat near the front with Vilandra. Rhett and Leroux sat in the adjoining double desk, the two of them discussing which fireworks they should set off during lunch. Vilandra rested her head in her hand and doodled on the piece of parchment before her while Talak flipped open his book to find the more dangerous creatures they would be learning about that year.

"You're not in there, are you, Talak?" Vilandra teased. He fixed his Jade green eyes in her direction.

"Oh, very funny, Lonnie. Do you want a biscuit for your cleverness?" Vilandra raised an eyebrow, confused at what she'd just heard.

"Did you just ask if I wanted a biscuit?" She asked, laughing slightly. Talak grinned, turning back to his book. Vilandra laughed, shaking her head as she continued doodling. Jase—who was sitting behind her—leaned forward to look over her shoulder. Vilandra was making a rough sketch of the Potter twins on her parchment.

"Wow, that must be dreadfully hard with a quill." Vilandra nodded, not turning back to look at Jase.

"It can be. But you should know I spend my time sketching during my boring classes." She smiled, even though she knew Jase couldn't see her face.

"They don't look very similar, do they?" Vilandra shrugged, looking at her two cousins. She could see some similarities between them. Their hair, of course. Both of them had inherited Harry's untidy, jet-black hair. However, both had been lucky enough to have inherited Ginny's eyesight, and neither needed glasses. Vilandra was glad, because both boys had gorgeous eyes, and they made them both look incredibly hot—to every other girl, obviously, she didn't fancy her cousins. Rhett had Cobalt blue eyes to go with his black hair—receiving his mother's eye colour—while Talak's eyes were the same piercing Jade green colour as his father, his hair just as black as his father and brother's. Both had different jaw lines, and Talak's nose was slightly crooked because Rhett had accidentally hit him in the face with a Bludger bat when they were eight or nine. They'd certainly lived up to their names, being two of the hottest guys in their year, second probably only to Salai Malfoy. No girl could resist the platinum-blonde hair and sharp grey eyes.

Leroux himself wasn't too bad to look at, either, but he definitely couldn't top the other three. His reddish-brown hair was just as untidy as that of his two cousins, and although he had hazel eyes, they always sparkled with mischief, making them as bright as if he had blue ones. Vilandra suspected it was his subtle handsomeness that attracted Jase.

Vilandra was jolted back to her senses as Lupin's office door opened. Silence fell upon the class and everyone screamed as one when a large Basilisk flew out of the office. Everyone closed their eyes tightly and scrambled beneath their desks. Soon, they heard clapping, and laughter. Vilandra, taking a deep breath, peaked open one eye, and sighed. Professor Lupin stood at the front of the class, clapping as he made his way down between the rows.

"Marvellous, truly marvellous. Exactly what I was hoping for. Good job, everyone." The whole class glanced at each other confused as they came out from under their desks. "Yes, I'm sorry for that. It was nothing more than an illusion. I just wanted to make sure I've actually taught you something these past few years." He winked at the two girls closest to the front. Vilandra's heart was still jackhammering in her throat and Talak's hands were shaking as he picked up his fallen books. "I'm sorry, class. Expect a few more surprises, but be aware that not all of them may be illusions."

"Are we going to pass this class alive?" Rhett inquired. This question got another round of Lupin's laughter. He patted Rhett on the shoulder.

"I assure you, young Mr. Potter, you will emerge alive. I just want to make sure you all take this class seriously. I need not remind you that your father himself faced—"

"Second year." Talak interrupted their professor.

"We know." Rhett added.

"He tells us the story enough times." Talak continued. "Mum goes on about how she was being possessed—"

"—and dad goes on about how he saved her in the Chamber of Secrets."

"We know!" They both said in unison. Lupin chuckled at their reaction, shaking his head as he made his way back to the front of the class.

"Well, now you understand how terrified they both were." He clapped his hands together once, facing the class. "Shall we get started, then?"

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Vilandra and Leroux waved to the twins as they headed off to Divination, the two cousins on their way down to Hagrid's Hut for their Care of Magical Creatures class. They were both slightly worried about what kind of creatures they would be seeing this year, but they hoped none of them would be too dangerous. When Hagrid had introduced Hippogriffs, Leroux had skived the class for a month after being chased around Hagrid's Hut by one. Hagrid still didn't know why it did that to poor Leroux. Vilandra counted herself lucky he'd even agreed to do the course again. They descended the stairs and headed towards the front door of the castle when Leroux stopped in his tracks, making Vilandra walk into him.

"What?" She looked over his shoulder and groaned. Malfoy and his cronies were walking out the front door, which meant they were either going to Herbology, or Care of Magical Creatures, and something told them they weren't heading for the Greenhouses.

"I gave up predicting Rhett and Talak's deaths for this?" Leroux muttered. Vilandra cuffed him lightly across the back of the head. With a heavy sigh, Leroux and Vilandra made their way down the stairs and headed outside. They reached Hagrid's hut and saw Jase and Lexa waiting outside it with Malfoy and his two cronies, along with another Slytherin girl whom Vilandra always forgot the name of. Her eyes were fixed on Jase, though, as she bit her bottom lip, trying not to smile. She nudged Leroux and he growled.

"Leave me alone, Lonnie." He mumbled. Hagrid opened his door and beamed down at the eight students waiting for him.

"Eight outta twenty. Coulda been worse, I reckon." He closed his door and led the way to the Forbidden Forest, motioning the students to follow him.

"What are we going to be learning about today, Hagrid?" Leroux asked as he jogged slightly to keep up with the half-giant's strides.

"Tha', Mr. Weasley, is what yer gonna see." He winked at him and Leroux cringed, falling back to where Vilandra walked.

"Last time he said those exact words, the Hippogriff ended up chasing me." Vilandra rolled her eyes and continued following the half-giant. "You know, I'm going to try and find out more before we get in too far and I have nowhere to run." He hurried back to Hagrid as Vilandra shook her head again. Someone caught up to her and she turned her head to start talking to who she assumed was Jase, but faced forward again when she noticed it was Malfoy.

"There's something weird about you, Weasley." He said as he surveyed her, keeping pace with her.

"Is there, now? And what would that be, Malfoy?" She snapped, not looking at him. She'd put up with his arrogance for four years, and she was sick and tired of it. If it came down to it, she would turn and hit him. She knew Hagrid wouldn't care, he hated the Malfoys as much as—well, everyone, actually.

"I think I know what it is." Malfoy insisted as he stood in front of Vilandra, walking backwards. She severely hoped he would trip over a tree-root, but so far, it seemed he was doing all right. She ignored his statement, and the fact that he was in front of her, and continued walking. "It's your eyes." She still said nothing. "Don't you want to know what's weird about your eyes?"

"I think the real question is do I care?" Her prayers were finally answered as he fell over backwards, having tripped on an overgrown root. Without so much as a second glance, she walked over him and continued to follow Hagrid and Leroux.

"They look sad." She stopped in her steps as she heard his voice call after her. "Every year, every time I see you, your eyes get sadder and sadder." Vilandra turned around to face him, the others having continued on, ignoring their conversation. Malfoy was standing up now, dusting off his robes, but his eyes were fixed on Vilandra. "Your cousins—or your friends, I guess they are—don't see it. Not the way I do." He stepped over the root he'd tripped on and walked slowly towards her. "That's the kind of sadness you can hide from even the closest of friends. But never from someone who watches you." Vilandra cocked an eyebrow as he stood in front of her. She cocked her head to the side slightly, leaning in so close to him she could feel his breath on her cheek. Inches away from his lips, she spoke.

"You don't know anything about me, Malfoy." She turned on her heel and stalked after the group. "Don't pretend to." Malfoy stood frozen on the spot, completely baffled on what had just happened. He ran to catch up with the rest of the group and finally entered a clearing, the others all standing around.

"Good of yeh ter join us, Malfoy." Malfoy rearranged the collar of his robes angrily and stalked back towards his cronies, giving Hagrid his ever-famous glare. Most teachers were used to it, and since Hagrid thought of Draco as being much, much worse, the glare did nothing more but inform him that Salai Malfoy was paying attention. He turned back to the trees and took a deep breath. "Yeh smell that, class?" The Gryffindors all shared a look, as did the Slytherins. "Tha' there's the smell of freedom. The kind yeh get when you're an animal." Malfoy rolled his eyes and snorted audibly, Leroux and Vilandra glaring daggers at him.

Hagrid wasn't the best speaker in the world, but he knew magical creatures like nobody else in the world did. He was probably the only person alive who could take claim for crossbreeding one highly dangerous animal with another less dangerous animal—the product of which being the Blast-Ended Skrewt. As Hagrid continued to speak, Leroux noticed a small insect crawling up the hem of his robes. He frowned as he picked it off, inspecting it as it wiggled between his fingers. He grinned viciously once he'd discovered what it was, and cast a glance at Malfoy. It was a Chizpurfle. Relatively harmless, but it fed off magical items, such as wands and potions. That wasn't why he was grinning, though. He was grinning because he knew that Malfoy had a particular fear of anything and everything in the insect category.

He nudged Vilandra and she looked at him. He held up his hand, trying not to be noticeable, and she understood the plan immediately. Grinning, she took the Chizpurfle from Leroux and inched closer to where Malfoy stood, still keeping her eyes on Hagrid so that he wouldn't turn around and think she wasn't paying attention. She always felt bad for him when that happened, and most of the time, it did. She reached Malfoy and rocked back and forth on the heels and balls of her feet. He turned to her, frowning.

"What do you want?" She turned to him, hoping Hagrid wouldn't turn around. She leaned in close to him.

"I just wanted to apologize for before." She whispered. "It wasn't very nice of me to leave you hanging like that." She leaned closer. "I know you're used to getting what you want." She placed her hand on his chest, smiled at him, and then turned away from him, walking back towards Leroux. Malfoy stood stunned for the second time in the space of five minutes, hating the way Vilandra did that to him all the time. It wasn't the first time she'd left him hanging, she'd done the same thing numerous times in the past four years. And usually, every time she did, something bad happened immediately after. That realization made Malfoy look down to where she'd patted him, and his eyes widened. He screamed so high-pitched, everyone was sure it was a girl screaming.

"Get it off! Get it off, now! Get it off!" Malfoy began swatting at his chest, still screaming. Hagrid almost had a heart attack, wondering what could possibly be attacking Malfoy, as he couldn't see anything. He ran towards the boy as his two cronies attempted to find out what was wrong. Hagrid pushed them away and watched as Malfoy continued to swat his chest. Hagrid caught sight of the small parasite and lifted it easily off his robes.

"It's jus' a little Chizpurfle, Malfoy. He ain't hurtin' yeh." Malfoy turned and glared dagger at the Weasley cousins, both of whom were holding each other for support as they laughed hysterically.

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"You should have seen him." Vilandra insisted as she and her three cousins exited Transfiguration and descended the stairs to head to the Dungeons with the rest of the Fifth year Gryffindors. They hadn't been able to tell the Potter twins what they'd done at lunch, so the four of them had chatted almost entirely throughout McGonnagall's lesson—which she wasn't too pleased with. They'd explained the basics of the class, and what they'd learned, but then they'd gotten on to the really fun parts. While Leroux and Vilandra were down torturing Malfoy, the Potter twins had been visualizing agonizing deaths for one another, which had excluded them from homework since Trelawney was convinced they wouldn't live through the night.

"He actually screamed?" Rhett asked, grinning.

"Like a girl." Leroux grinned back.

"Higher than a girl!" Vilandra insisted. "Even I can't hit that high." The four of them laughed all the way to the dungeons, where they would attend their first Potions class of the new term. The four of them walked slowly towards the dungeon, Rhett in the lead.

"I really, really hope we don't have Potions with—" He cut himself off as he pushed open the door. His sigh was enough to inform the others that they had Potions with Slytherin—again.

"Every year." Talak muttered. "Honestly, it's like they have it all planned out."

"I think it may just be dumb luck." Leroux insisted, shrugging. Vilandra snorted.

"I wonder if any of the other years are this unlucky." The four of them took their usual seats at the back of the class, Rhett and Talak sitting at one double table, while Leroux and Vilandra occupied the one next to them.

"At least there's one advantage of this class." Talak grinned at his three helpers in mischief-making. The other four also grinned, catching his drift.

"Severus Snape." As if on cue, Snape emerged from his office in the corner of the classroom, closing the door—and locking it. This made the four at the back snicker into the backs of their hands, knowing full well it was their doing. As he walked towards his desk, he scanned the faces before him, and his eyes stopped on the back row.

"Humph. You're here again." He muttered as he opened his book and flipped through the pages.

"Of course we are!" Leroux boomed from the back of the class, acting way too excited.

"We love your class, Sevie." Vilandra added, smiling cheerfully at their Potions Professor. He looked up at them, his upper lip twitching dangerously.

"Ten points from Gryffindor and a detention for calling me by my first name." He hissed.

"Well, she didn't exactly say Severus." Rhett retorted. Snape fixed his gaze on him.

"Ten more points and another detention." He growled at him. Talak raised his hand, but before Snape even said anything, he began speaking.

"Should we just make it simple for you and have you take off another twenty for Leroux and I and add on two more detentions?" He asked, lowering his hand. He then shrugged. "I just think it would be simpler." Snape sneered at them, the book lying forgotten on his desk as he gripped the corners tightly.

"If that's the way you want it, Mr. Potter, twenty more points from Gryffindor, and detention for all four of you." Vilandra's hand shot up, but just like Talak, she spoke before he gave her permission.

"Are you adding on to the detention you've already given me? Does this make it two, or still just one?"

"A weeks detention for all of you, and ten more points from Gryffindor!" Snape exploded, slamming one of his fists onto his desk. Everyone in the class was staring at him terrified, but the four at the back didn't seem fazed at all.

"There, now. Don't you feel better?" Rhett asked him.

"We've missed you, Sevie." Leroux admitted. Snape glared at the four of them for a long while before finally turning to the board. He began writing, the chalk scratching against the board, emitting a loud screeching sound. Although the four at the back cringed, they thought it was well worth the pain to have seen him lose his cool like that. Jase and Lexa—who sat in front of Leroux and Vilandra—turned around to give them the thumbs up. Vilandra leaned forward to whisper to them, her eyes locked on Snape's back.

"Watch, he'll snap before the end of the lesson, wondering what we've got planned." Jase and Lexa shared excited looks, then turned back to them.

"What have you got planned?" Jase asked excitedly.

"Nothing." Talak whispered. She turned to him, confused. She clearly didn't understand their logic. They were, after all, experts.

"That's the pure genius of it." Rhett continued for his brother. "He'll be so busy panicking about everything that we could be planning that he'll be doing our job for us himself." Lexa laughed silently, shaking her head.

"You're all mad." She insisted. Leroux grinned.

"We try."

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A/N: I wasn't sure how many classes they could take so I looked at my schedule, and I have five—one every hour. So, that's what I've done for them, as well, with an hour of lunch in between. Just for clarification purposes.