This is the last little bit that I have and it's all outtakes and scene scraps. For funsies, y'know? I wanted to thank everyone who's been a part of this journey, whether you came in at the beginning and stuck with me or if you came in later or if you're no longer following this story (let's face it was REALLY long and I followed the books much of the time, which may not have been what some of you were looking for). I want you to know that I cherish every review, every favorite, every "now following", they mean a lot to me, guys. Truly. I hope someday some of you will find my original work and enjoy it as much if not more than you enjoyed this fic. I'd also like to thank Random Muggle for throwing me this idea and letting me play with it. I valued your input most of all.

Thank you all,

Lissa

OUTTAKES

(I was going through my google doc trash and found this, I'm not sure why I scrapped it, there's nothing obviously wrong with it. So I'm going to upload it as part of some outtakes at the end here. These are not in any particular order and most of them were just random ideas jotted down.)

June 4th, 1993
Fourth Year
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When the girls arrived at King's Cross Station Molly and Arthur Weasley were looking for them.

Dumbledore had told them of the girls' involvement in rescuing their daughter—he'd thought it best they heard it from him before the school rumors took the girls' involvement a bit farther than was actually accurate, impressive since the mill did it without naming them. Molly wanted nothing more than to give them both a great big thank-you hug. Only problem with that was she wasn't entirely sure what the girls looked like.

Dumbledore had said two Hufflepuff girls, she'd managed to wring out their hair color: brown, and their names: Jocelyn Montgomery and Leilani Akina, but that was it. So she was stuck waiting for two brunette girls in Hufflepuff colors to come out of the barrier. Unfortunately for Molly and Arthur, the girls had changed and were no longer wearing their uniforms thus becoming effectively invisible. This was how the girls unwittingly escaped bear hugs from the Weasley Matriarch.

Fred noticed them though. He thought about going up to them and thanking them for trying to help save Ginny but then he decided not to, his mom had asked if he knew them and what they had done for his sister, that was how he found out.

He and George shared a few classes with them; they were interesting girls, always looking out for the vulnerable, whether the vulnerable were in Hufflepuff or not. The most interesting thing about them, Fred thought, was how nobody noticed them, and how they seemed to like it that way. So he decided not to go up and talk to them. If they prized their anonymity, then he'd let them keep it. But there was something about Leilani... He kept catching himself looking at her, during class, meals, chance encounters in the halls. Interacting with her gave him this... fluttering feeling. Looking at her made him smile.

The girls got on the train home and spent the rest of the summer alternating between coming up with ideas to make keeping Harry out of danger easier and completely avoiding anything to do with school. Leili's Lucky Potion had once again spoiled and she was beginning to despair of ever getting it right. After a conversation with her mom she decided to 'try a different recipe'. Leili hunted down another textbook with a different version of the potion recipe in it and got to work.

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"Did no-one ever tell you not to fuck with the Hufflepuffs? Badgers have teeth." (I'm not sure who says this, maybe Jo, maybe Leili in a bad mood. Maybe one of the kids. Fill in the blanks as you desire.)

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(This one was originally set with Jo and Leilani but I decided to change it. Pele and Leo are Fred and Leilani's youngest two)

"What're you doing with that thing, then?" Aberforth grunted as he came upon the twins reading The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore.

"Reading it," Pele said.

"It's a book, we do that sort of thing," Leo finished.

"Have you read it?" They asked, blinking their dad's brown eyes up at him from where they lay side by side on the floor. Pele's hair had gotten redder in the ten years she'd been alive, while Leo's golden blonde had darkened to a light brown when he was about six and kept getting darker. His mother suspected it would end up about the same shade as her own hair which had darkened gradually the same way Leo's was doing.

"Why should I have?" he scoffed. "He was my brother."

"I dunno; if Rita Skeeter wrote a Tell-All book about Paige, I might want to know what's in it," Pele responded. "I might not though," she mused. "She is our sister. I certainly don't want to know all her dirty little secrets…"

"On the other hand, if someone wrote a book of lies and half-truths about her, I might feel obligated to read it, if only to rebut…" Leo considered. "We were just wondering how much of this book is about his life and how much is about her lies. Mom's told about her. Says she's a dung beetle."

"Why buy it?"

"Buy this piece of lunacy? As if we'd waste our allowance!" Leo scoffed.

Pele explained, "Somebody left it on the doorstep, we figured you'd just throw it away and we couldn't let you do that, it is a book, after all. No book actually deserves that."

"I dunno, I've read a few really awful ones," Leo commented.

"You want to know about my be-knighted brother? Saint Albus? Alright, I'll tell you. He was an idiot," Aberforth grumbled. Somehow he'd gotten roped into babysitting the twins. He honestly wasn't sure how.

The twins looked at each other, a whole conversation playing out in that glance before they closed the Dung Beetle's book and sat up, staring at Aberforth in raptuous wonder; they loved it when the adults told stories about the stupid things their siblings did.

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Jo walks around with Leili on her head in her bird form.

"Don't you dare poop on my head."

"Oh please! Have I ever, in all the years you've known me, done anything like that?"

"…Touché."

"Thank you. Now, do you have a headband? I don't want to scalp you."

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"I thought Hufflepuffs were supposed to be nice," Amanda's Slytherin buddy said in confusion, Hufflepuffs weren't quite how he'd thought they'd be.

"Nice is different than Good. Do me a favor, don't say that in front of my mom," Amanda laughed. "She helped found the Alliance, you know. She's vey proud of it."

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(this one is borrowed from a tumblr post where Teddy morphs into other students)

"Teddy Lupin, what in the name of Merlin's pants do you think you're doing?" Amanda asked, arms akimbo.

The teal haired boy froze mid-shift, he turned a face that didn't belong to him towards his… god…cousin… "Err… nothing?" he said. Teddy was about a year older than Amanda but she didn't act like it.

If you wanted to know how everyone in the family was related to everyone else, you really needed a pamphlet. Amada Flint was Auror Montgomery and Professor Flint's daughter. Amanda was the unofficially adopted cousin of Paige Weasley, daughter of Wand maker Leilani Akina-Weasley who was aunt by marriage to all of the Potter-Weasley kids, and Teddy was godson of Professor Potter… It was complicated.

"You're gonna get caught," she declared. Teddy may not fully realize it, but Amanda and Paige looked up to him, he could do no wrong, especially when he was about to start a trick.

"Nah! Been doing this for ages!" he reached down and ruffled her short dark hair before finishing his morph into another boy. "How do I look?"

"Like you can serve your own detention tomorrow night, Mr. Lupin."

Teddy froze again at the sound of Headmistress McGonagall's voice behind him.

Amanda hid her snickers behind her hand.

"Your father will be very disappointed to hear about this."

Remus would find the whole shenanigains hilarious, Tonks would have found it even funnier. Remus had mourned for his wife by throwing himself headlong into raising Teddy. Teddy had a natural gift for mischief and Remus dedicated part of his life to teaching him the best way to use said gift—safely.

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"Why do they teach children to unlock locked doors, anyway? Do they also teach them to hot wire a broom?" Jo said to Leili.

"You don't really need to hot wire a broom, you just kinda…go," Leili responded.

"Oh, you know what I mean!" Jo huffed and Leili laughed.

"In all fairness, have you ever seen your mother lock her keys in the house or the car? A spell to unlock locked doors would come in very handy."

"Hmph. Mebbeh," Jo said, "I still think it's just asking for trouble."

"What did Amanda do this time?"

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(This one was originally supposed to be about Dobby so I don't know what elf they're trying to find.)

"How does one find a freed house-elf? Lure him in with the promise of socks?" Paige asked in a whisper, they were out of bed after lights out, sneaking around the corridors.

Amanda considered, then replied, "Head to the place he's most likely to show up. ...Best keep the socks handy, though, just in case."

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(This was written way back when the Alliance was all Jo and Leili's idea. Maybe even before we'd decided to bring Marcus in as a recurring character.)

"But I know one thing - last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened, a Mudblood died. So I bet it's a matter of time before one of them's killed this time... I hope it's Granger"

"You hope—you hope someone dies?! Never say that! Don't even think it! What if it was someone you liked that was in danger? What would you say then?"

"I don't have friends, I have loyal followers," Malfoy said, his nose in the air.

"You-you," Leili turned to Jo, "I'm going to wring his skinny little neck!" she said before turning back to Malfoy and finding herself at a loss for words. How were they to form an alliance with Slytherin if 90% of them were like this rotten boy?

Jo stepped in, "Look, pretend for one minute that you have a tiny shred of decency somewhere in that frigid little heart of yours—you love your mother, right?" Draco nodded, "Good, ok, pretend that someone really big and really, really bad wanted to hurt her, to kill her, you would care, and you would haul off and slug anyone who said 'I hope she dies'. Now, this is going to sound cheesy but, in the muggle world there's this saying, it's called the golden rule and basically, it says that if you treat people how you want to be treated, they won't hate your guts, and they'll treat you how you want to be treated."

Leili laughed, she loved Jo's addition of "They won't hate your guts" to the golden rule.

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"Y'know, you guys need to be more creative when killing things…" (Amanda on something killable, spiders maybe?)

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(Created by RM)

Imagine them:

Try to bluff their way past the fat lady in Gryff uniforms.

Trying to break the window glass while on brooms and finding out it's unbreakable.

Amanda stops Paige's admittedly ill-conceived attempt to climb in through the chimney.

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(At one point, Macus didn't turn Death Eater, he and Jo stayed together. These next two follow that earlier storyline)

Jo had finally invited Marcus over to her mom's for dinner. For all that he'd been practically begging to be introduced to her family for the last few years he didn't actually know what to expect. He knew they were muggles, but other than that, she'd been very tightlipped about them.

After dinner they flaked out on her bed, the door shut—she was a grown woman and her mom trusted her discretion.

Jo sat up and leaned over him to reach something on her side table. Her older brother just so happened to be casually strolling past and decided to open the door to torture his little sister a bit.

He poked his nose in and said, "What are you doing?"

Jo tossed her hair over her shoulder as she turned to look at him, "We're reenacting The Little Mermaid. I've just rescued my prince from drowning. I'd like to ravish him to within an inch of his life, but that doesn't happen for another four days," she smiled saccharine sweetly at him, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

Jonathan frowned at his little sister.

Marcus gaped at Jo and spluttered when she finally managed to kick her brother out of her room.

She plunked her hands on his hips, "What?"

"You're inexplicable!" he said it like a compliment and a curse all at the same time.

"Really? Why?"

He laughed, a startled but joyous sound, "You are completely shameless. You said you wanted to ravish me."

"So?"

"You said it to your brother!"

She laughed deep in her throat, "Believe me, I've said worse. If you'd had siblings—no, if you had my siblings, you'd be as capable of teasing them as I am. You'd have to if you wanted to survive."

"But you said you wanted to ravish me!"

"I do, but I'm not gonna do it with my mom in the house."

His hands slid beneath her shirt, moving up her body inch by glorious inch as she kissed him almost senseless. His thumbs stroked the molded foam cups of her bra as her own hands explored his chest.

He pulled back when she made a purring-like sound, his eyes wide with abject curiosity. "How do you do that?"

"It's a hold over from my bear form. It seems when you become an Animagus, your human form influences your animal form just as much as vice versa. Leili became a much better mimic after she learned how to shift."

"What else can you do?"

She grinned wickedly and kissed him again.

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(This one was set in the Hog's head, with the girls directing traffic through Ariana's portrait)

Turning they found Wood and Flint standing side by side, for once, not glaring at each other. "Oh Circe, the world is coming to an end. Marcus and Wood actually getting along, it must bethe apocalypse," Jo declared.

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(THIS one followed a Death Eater! Marcus story line but one where he was a double agent for the Alliance, he would send Jo clever letters. I left part of this storyline in, though unbeknownst to the Alliance.)

The reason the girls knew all of this was because Marcus had been sending them updates. The updates were quite clever, they were similar to a timed port-key combined with a howler, they disappeared and reappeared exactly where and when they were meant to, and then after being read, they burst into flames.

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Ferret and Ferret Jr. (Lucius and Draco) tweedledumb and tweedledumber (crabbe and goyle)

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It was a running joke in the Hufflepuff house how Jo and Leilani both had a thing for Quidditch players. It had started with Jo and Marcus and then Leilani and Oliver, later with Leili and Fred. It didn't help matters that both boys were from houses that were constantly fighting.

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(This one was an earlier draft of the 12th chapter in year 6. I like what I did in the final draft, I feel like she's just too submissive here, she just gives up/in. She's torn between wanting and apprehension and I feel like I addressed that better in the final piece. I also think I adressed his abusive behavior better in the final. Pretty R-rated, fair warning.)

Mid-December, Hogsmeade Weekend, 6th year

"Hey, d'you want to go shopping with me…?" Leili hedged. Originally she was going to go with Jo but Jo was busy, so she asked Oliver.

"I'd love to," he said, watching her grin around the thumbnail she'd absentmindedly stuck between her teeth, she wasn't biting it, it was just there.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Ok. Well, come on then," she spun on her heel and headed off towards Hogsmeade. His legs were so much longer than hers, pretty soon he was beside her and he was taking her hand, controlling her pace.

"What are ye shopping for?" he asked as they walked.

"Mostly potion ingredients, but Jo's got a book I offered to pick up since she couldn't make it."

"Ye can't get your ingredients from Snape?"

"He doesn't like me very much and I'd rather not ask him for something he'll probably deny me anyway."

Oliver nodded.

They chit-chatted as she picked up her potion ingredients and Jo's book and as they walked.

She stopped in front of a dress shop window. On a mannequin was a short velvet dress in dark blue. "That's cute," she commented.

"Ye should try it on," he nudged.

"I think I will," she shot a grin over her shoulder at him as she walked inside. The shop assistant brought her the dress when she asked for it and showed her a dressing room with a floor length mirror.

"So where are ye from?" he called when she shut the curtain.

She responded with a knee-jerk, "Brighton, England."

"Your name doesna sound English."

"Oh, you mean where's my family from. No, sorry. I'm half-'n'-half," she slipped into a hard to maintain Irish accent she'd stolen from Seamus Finnigan. "Me mum's English, Da's American."

"American—really? Yer name doesna sound American, either."

The accent wobbled before falling away entirely. "Caveat on that, Dad's American, yes, but more accurately, he's Hawaiian—which is why you can't place my name, because it's Hawaiian, not English."

"What brought him here?"

"Mum. He moved here to be with her."

"Fer a minute there ye sounded—"

Drawing back the curtain, she stepped out of the boxy little room, "Irish? Yeah, that happens sometimes. I pick up accents when I hear them often enough and they slip out when I'm not careful."

"I like it."

She grinned, looking down at the dress, it stopped just above her knees, "Thanks."

"I wasn't talking aboot the dress. Although…" He trailed off as he stepped into the dressing room, pulling the curtain behind him closed again. He pressed her into the wall beside the mirror, pinning her hips with his.

His hands ran down her waist and over her hips. The skin of his palms was hot against the skin of her thighs as his mouth moved hers. She made a funny little noise as he kissed her. Shivers went down her spine as he moved from kissing her mouth to grazing her earlobe with his teeth, "I def'nit'ly like the dress, too."

He placed his hands on her butt and lifted, picking her up and hooking her knees over his hips. As he lifted, he turned, sitting down on the dressing room tuffet and settling her on his lap, crossing her ankles behind him. She could feel his jeans between her legs and suddenly realized she wasn't wearing underwear.

"Oliver…" she half groaned, half whispered. "What'd you do—Where's my…?"

He chuckled, twitching his wand in her peripheral vision, "Evanesco."

"You vanished my—?"

"Uh-huh."

"That's cheating," she admonished.

He swallowed her murmured annoyance as he ran his hands up the velvet dress, the satin lining setting her nerves to shivering.

Suddenly, his denim pants were replaced by only skin.

A blush burned on her face and her arms froze as he kissed her with a furvor she matched. One hand cradled the base her her skull while the other skated down her body, giving her breasts an experimental knead before hooking into the warm, wet place at the apex of her thighs. His fingers wiggled inside her and her head began to pound. Part of her screamed that this wasn't right, they shouldn't be doing this, there was something wrong, but she couldn't figure out what was wrong about it. She liked it, but something cold spread through her stomach and at the back her neck.

She gasped, eyes flying open, body going taut as his fingers were replaced by the size of him. He moaned into her collar bone as he pushed inside, her walls tight around him. "Plea—! Ah, I, sssto-AH!" she cried as he moaned.

The pressure and fullness weren't unwelcome, simply unexpected and a little embarrassing that this was happening here, now, in a dressing room. She hadn't been prepared, hadn't expected to go this far, wasn't expecting the pain that lanced through her. Her feet pointed behind his back and her legs clenched on his hips, her fingers dug into his shoulders and she stopped breathing.

"Relax," he said, moving his hips in tiny thrusts.

She shook her head, dizzy and hurting, "No, nonono. Ol—I—hnn!" she whimpered. "It h..huh…hurtsithurtsithurtsithurts! Oli-v-er, please. Make it—make it stah-stop Pleaseithurts!" she gasped out, pain written plainly on her face.

"Ye need to breathe," he murmured in her ear, licking the tears off her cheeks.

"Pleasepleaseithurts," she whispered breathlessly.

He rubbed circles at the base of her neck with his thumb and middle finger all while he guided her hips back and forth, a gentle rocking motion, until the initial shock wore off and the pain ebbed and she could breathe again.

The mere idea that they could be caught at any moment sent electric excitement along his limbs. It made her incredibly nervous.

When she tried to take control of her own pace, her own movement, his hands tightened on her hips and he moved her the way he wanted her. After he stopped both an experimental wiggling of her hips and an equally experimental arching of her back, she relinquished control to him. The part of her saying something was wrong spoke up again, but she ignored it.

She ignored it again when he stood them up, pushing her into the wall and pulling outoutout before slamming ininin again and again and again. Her nails dug into his shoulders and she bit down hard on her bottom lip until she thought she might draw blood from both. She shook her head wildly from side to side, "Oli-ver! OH!" she couldn't think, could barely breathe.

He muffled his moans by pulling the dress off her shoulders to allow access to her breasts. He kissed along the lace line before pulling them out of the cups and latching onto her nipples, he was spurred on by her gasp as his mouth and tongue pulled at the pink peaks. "I! Ol—I—huh…!" she squeaked, panting.

He loved that he had reduced her to an incoherent quiver.

He pulled out of her and swung them around again, dropping her onto the tuffet so her head arched off but her back was supported. He spread her legs as wide as they would go, keeping her heels on the crest of his hips. He pushed back in roughly, the head of him rubbing agianst a sensitive spot inside. He thrust in as deeply as he could and brushed his thumb over the exposed bundle of nerves above their joining, her shudder was so deep and sudden that she arched off the seat. "Ngh!" she gasped, her brows creasing and legs clenching and he knew he had her. Pretty soon he had her shaking and writhing off the tuffet as she gasped nonsensically. His breathing came harder and his moans became louder as he neared the edge, his thrusting quickening.

His face grew slack and her fingers clenched on the legs of the seat as they fell off the edge of the world. He leaned over her, moving with such slowness as he did. He lay on top of her and kissed her soundly, squashing any final noises they might make. When he moved this slowly, she could feel every inch of him and it felt so right and so wrong that the world may as well have been topsy turvey for all the sense that made to her fried brain.

When he slipped out of her, leaving her feeling empty and confused and cold and yet warm and giddy and full, he pulled on his jeans with not even a word. She rolled off the tuffet, crawled to the corner and used the wall to stand on legs that had turned to jelly.

He pinned her against the corner, "Ye should buy that dress." His teeth rasped against her collarbone making her flash hot, then cold.

Considering she couldn't imagine letting the clerk put it back on the dummy after that, she agreed. "Where's my underwear?" she rasped.

He smirked, "I like the idea of you no' wearin' any." He stripped her of the dress and pressed her jeans and shirt into her trembling arms. He left her to change and she slid down the wall until she stopped shaking.

Now she had to go back to the potioneer's shop and pick up a contraceptive because there was no way she was doing one of two things, either making one herself and having to face potential questions or not taking the potion and possibly ending up pregnant at sixteen.

Outside the potioneer's shop, "Wait here," she told Oliver.

"Why?"

"Because if you go in with me there's a greater chance of smirking and knowing looks and I'd rather avoid that. Please?"

"Ok."

"Thanks. I'll be quick," she turned and opened the door slipping through. The bell above the door jingled as it closed behind her.

"You're back," the assistant behind the counter said. "Did you forget something?"

"No, I just didn't know I needed it last time. Um, I need a potion."

"Not just ingredients?"

"No, full potion. I'm not making this one myself," she half-laughed, not meeting the assistant's eyes as she fidgeted. "Ineedacontraceptivepotion," she rushed.

"Oh-ho-ho!" the assistant chortled. The bell above the door jingled again. "I'll be right with you."

"No need, I'm with her."

"Oh-ho-ho!" the assistant said again and Leili dropped her face into her hands.

"I thought you said you'd wait," she groaned.

"Changed me meind," he gave her a smile that he obviously thought was charming.

She glowered at him as the assistant slid the vial towards her, "One galleon, three sickles, please." The assistant eyed Oliver and smirked, "Lucky girl!"

Leili pulled the coins out of her purse and dropped them into the waiting hand, downed the potion, plunked the vial back on the counter and said "Thank you. Goodbye."

Outside, embarrassment heating her face, she headed back towards the castle, walking just fast enough to be ahead of Oliver who took her elbow and matched her pace.

"Are you upset wi' me?"

"No. …Yes. Maybe. A little."

He chuckled, "Why? Didnae ye think we were pure dead brilliant?"

"'Pure dead brilliant'? That's one I haven't heard before."

"It means—"

"I get the meaning."

"If yer upset cause yer thinkin ye weren' guid enough, I'm happy to go agein so ye can improove yerself!" the grin he flashed her was pure, sinful wickedness and she had no doubt he would be happy to oblige if she said yes. Her face flushed, the thought of going again turned her stomach. No one was ever allowed to know.

"I just wish you had waited for me outside. I don't enjoy feeling like I'm being laughed at."

"I didnae laugh at ye."

"Not you, the clerk."

"Dinnae be dighted."

She hadn't ever heard 'dighted' before but she could guess the meaning: stupid. She didn't like that, either.

Back in her dorm, alone, she sat on her bed and sobbed into her teddy bear. She didn't even know why she was crying. He'd enjoyed himself and she couldn't say that she didn't and yet… and yet there was some niggling, nagging notion that she had lost something precious.

No one was ever allowed to know.

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(I thought of this one after reading Seanan McGuire's InCryptid sereis, Katharine is supposed to be a snake cryptid, I think she's supposed to be a gorgon, but I'm not sure. It takes place immediately after Marcus' Death Eater revelation.)

"D'you want to talk about it or be distracted from it?" Leili asked when Jo dried her face.

"Distracted. Definitely."

"How would you like another tattoo?"

"This late?"

"Hey, as long as they're open and we're not drunk, I think we've got a shot."

"What makes you think they're open?"

"The parlor I went to for my Niffler has artists who prefer swing and graveyard shifts. Pretty sure the owner is a Bogeyman—didn't think it was polite to ask. Had to look through like 4 different books to figure out what he was 'cause he's not a beast, he's just not… human."

"Yeah, probably not a good idea to enquire into the species of the guy sticking needles in you."

"Pretty much what I thought, yeah," Leilani agreed.

"Y'know, I feel like we've switched roles here, you're usually the cautious, common sense one. I'm the one more likely to get a tat in the middle of the night."

"You're nursing a broken heart, m'dear. You're not thinking straight."

Jo blinked at her, "True. Ok, let's go."

"That's the spirit!"

They floo-powdered directly into the parlor's mud/waiting room, the owner left the outer door unlocked to allow a discreet place for wizards to come and go while the inner door was locked with a Diagon Alley-like password that only worked as long as they were open for business. Jo had to admit it was a clever system as Leili tapped out the code and all but dragged her inside.

"Knock-knock!" Leili called. The parlor proper was empty, but the code worked so someone must be there.

"Be there in just a mo'!" a voice called back.

The girls milled around the room, looking at photos of satisfied customers and boards showcasing ready designs.

"Hey, I found your picture!" Jo called over her shoulder.

"Cool!"

The scrape of metal on metal redirected their attention to the now open curtain at the far end of the room. "Welcome to the Oak and Poppy, my name is Katharine, do you have an appointment?"

"Walk-ins, if that's ok," Leili offered.

"More than ok, honey, the place is positively dead tonight." Katharine wore her hair in a tall, 1950's beehive style and had a peculiar, winding gait. "What's your pleasure?"

"Bracelet Occamy tattoos," Jo answered, watching Katherine closely while trying not to stare, a faint hissing seemed to emanate from her direction. "My left wrist, her right."

"Have either of you had tattoos done before?"

"Yeah." Jo swept her ponytail to the side to offer Katharine a glimpse of the Thunderbird across her shoulder blades.

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(This one was supposed to follow Fred and George's departure from Hogwarts but I realized I didn't want to post almost a whole chapter straight from the book so I saved this little bit that was kind of an iffy fit anyway.)

Fred spotted Peeves across the hall, "Give her hell from us, Peeves!" he ordered, and Peeves who never took orders from students swept his belled hat off his head and sprang into a salute. The twins wheeled around and sped out the open doors, cacophonic applause following them out.

As the twins left campus Umbridge spun around and hyper focused on Leilani who was trying not to laugh herself sick. "YOU! This is all your fault!"

"What? How? If it's anybody's fault, I'd expect it to be yours, Headmistress," Leilani shot back, still laughing.

Umbridge's face was turning a peculiar shade of aubergine with fury; it completely clashed with her Pepto/Barbie pink outfit. "I expect you to accord me some respect, or you'll find out how very difficult life outside of school can be."

Leili did her best to sober up, but she couldn't repress the ear splitting grin as she flagged Jo down and said, "I have a class to get to, Professor; I wouldn't want to be late." Despite herself, she gave a little mocking bow before scampering off to her next class.

The halls will be quiet with out Fred and George, she thought before another firework exploded down the hall, but not yet.

Not yet.