"That cad!" Odessa sputtered as she removed the beard. "We've got to do something so…so…something."

Hastings giggled, "I think you look good with the beard."

"Shut up," Odessa muttered.

"Come on, it was really funny. Shall we go buy the ingredients for Falcon's stuff?"

Odessa shook her head, "No. That's too simple. It has to be something bigger, something better than anything they've come up with."

"But what?" Hastings asked.

"I don't know yet. But we'll figure out something. Come on, let's finish that shopping list.

"Man! That was excellent!" Falcon said, patting Sirius on the back. "She didn't even see it coming."

Sirius grinned, "I know, I know. Good thing Madam Rosemerta is quite the potions lady herself."

"And has such a great sense of humor." Falcon added.

"That too." Sirius agreed.

"So what are we going to do next?"

"I don't know," Sirius said. "Odessa looked rather mad so we should be expecting something big, but sloppy from the girls."

"Even with Hastings there?" Falcon asked.

"Even with Hastings there." Sirius repeated. "Have you ever seen Odessa mad. I mean really mad? She has a bad temper and when it flares up, well, she can be rather irrational. I don't think she'll listen to Hastings."

"So what do we do in the meantime?"

"Think up something really good. Something that doesn't involve potions."

"Maybe something more muggle-like." Falcon suggested.

"What do you mean, muggle-like?"

Falcon shrugged, "They're going to be expecting magic, we'll give them the exact opposite. My brothers and I used to play some great tricks on each other. Perhaps we can do a bunch of the little ones at once."

"Like…?"

"Like saran wrap on the toilets, a bucket of water above the door, snakes under their pillows, stuff like that. Simple, yet effective."

"I like it." Sirius said, nodding in approval. "Let's hurry back so we can get it done before the girls return."

Odessa sat on the barstool sipping her Butter Beer while she waited for Hastings to come out of the loo. Why did I trust the man? She wondered, mad at herself for being taken in by Sirius. He will never change. Here I go and start to put my heart on the line and he just smashes it. What was I thinking?.

"Planning Sirius' demise?" Hastings asked, interrupting her thoughts.

"You better believe it. And I've got just the thing."

"Which is…?"

"Which is moving all of his stuff out of his room and leaving a note, signed by McGonagall, informing him of his termination and a letter from the Ministry of Magic informing him that his wand has been broken for some crime or other."

"That's not a prank Odessa, that's just mean," Hastings protested.

"Well, he deserves it." Odessa shot back. "He deserves it for believing I cheated on him, he deserves it for breaking up with me, for making out with Chantrell at the dance, for making me believe I could trust him and then causing me to look like a fool. Oh, he deserves something terrible Hastings, and I'm going to make sure it happens to him. I'm going to swipe his wand, clean out his room and you're going to leave the notes."

Hastings held up her hands, "I'm not going to be a part of this Odessa."

"Yes you are," Odessa said firmly. "You're the best forger I've ever known. And it's perfectly in the rules. No one gets hurt, but it causes mayhem."

"Sirius will get hurt." Hastings said.
"No," Odessa contradicted, "he'll get what he deserves. Now, are you going to help me?"
Hastings sighed, "Yes, I'll help you with the notes, but you're doing the rest."

"Fine. Let's go." Odessa pushed back her chair and left, ignoring the beautiful day as she plotted just how she was going to get close enough to Sirius to take his wand.