Chapter Three
"That was so humiliating!" Peony whined.
"Oh, come on, he's not the only hot teacher in this school," Iko reasoned. "There's still the Lightwoods." Iko giggled.
"Iko, is there a teacher you don't have a crush on?" Peony wondered aloud.
"Well, I don't have a crush on Mr. Snape,"
"Who does?"
"Shall we head to the canteen?" Prim asked.
"Yes, I'm starving!" Iko cried
As they entered the canteen, they saw Cinder and Katniss, and walked over, sitting at their table.
"See, I told you they'd make great friends." Cinder whispered.
"Hi guys." Peony said, hugging Cinder.
"Hey little duck," Katniss said, ruffling her hair. "Do you like your dorm?"
Prim nodded. "I share with Iko, Peony, and another girl who is supposed to be arriving today."
"Don't worry, I bet you'll be great friends."
"By the way, the cook this year is really good," Cinder commented, stuffing some more chocolate cake in her mouth. "You guys had better line up now before it all goes."
Iko, Peony and Prim waited in the queue. The dinner lady had her fiery red hair swept back under her cap. She filled Prim's tray and moved onto Peony.
"How come there's a new cook?" Prim asked Peony, while Iko was looking in the glass trying to fix her hair.
"Well Fred and George – the twin troublemakers – decided to play a joke on the cook last year. They sneaked into the kitchen and put some fireworks in the oven, so when she put a tray in the oven, it blew up."
"Oh my God! Was she okay?" Prim asked worriedly.
"She's alive, if that's what you mean. The oven burnt her hands, so she had to go to hospital."
"Whoa."
...
Gideon Lightwood sighed. How were these students so atrocious at Spanish? As he marked piles of homework in his classroom he told himself that he was not – once again – using his classroom instead of his office because he wanted to see a certain Miss Collins. And he definitely did not check her schedule to see that it was his classroom that she would be cleaning at 6:30 pm – conveniently the time now.
A knock on the door echoed through the classroom.
"Come in," he called, hastily smoothing his rumpled clothes.
"Mr. Lightwood, I need to mop the floors..." She noticed the papers at his desk. "Oh, I didn't realise you were working, I'll come back later." She made towards the door.
"No, no. It's fine, you can stay, it won't be any trouble. I – I can still work." He sat down, feeling foolish.
"Okay. Well, don't mind me," she said, a hint of pink creeping up her face. She turned quickly to hide it, busying herself stacking chairs on the desks.
He stood, awkwardly. "Could I… ask you something?"
"Um, of course."
"Well, I was thinking… maybe we could see each other outside of work…?"
Her face turned a deep shade of red.
"Oh, i'm sorry," he said quickly, "I just thought you felt the same way as I do." He looked down at his desk, embarrassed. "Just… forget I said anything."
"Yes." She said quietly.
He looked up, confused.
"Yes, we could, maybe, see each other outside of work."
…
"Can't wait to go to the Three Broomsticks, have a swig of Firewhisky," Thorne said setting his tray on the table which had Finnick, Cress and Hermione sitting on it. Hermione's eyes bulged.
"That is illegal!" She exclaimed with horror.
"All the better," he replied casually.
"I can't believe you two!" She marched off, forgetting her bag which she came rushing back for.
"Well, that really ruined your vibe, didn't it?"
At that Hermione stomped off, this time with her bag.
"So, Cress, you coming to the Three Broomsticks?" Thorne asked
Cress blushed. "Um, well, it is illegal to the pub under the age of eighteen, so, uh, I don't want to get arrested. Are you going?" She asked.
"Of course. Why ever not?"
"I might come… just for a bit."
…
Fred and George made their way out of their dorm heading toward The Three Broomsticks.
"This is gonna be wicked." Fred said, grinning.
"Innit." George replied, giving his twin a high five.
They reached Hogsmeade taking a shortcut - Fred and George knew all the shortcuts and passageways - only to be confronted with a growling Church. After finally managing to get past the cat they came out of the alley onto the main street.
"Hate that bloody Church," George grumbled, nursing his cut, "he's such an infernal devil."
"Beastly cat." Fred agreed.
They entered the Three Broomsticks, taking in the smell of Firewhisky and Butterbeer.
They sat at a table, waiting for the rest of the students to arrive. A few minutes later; Katniss and Cinder arrived with a timid looking Cress hiding behind them. Lee Jordan, Finnick and Thorne came next, followed by Scarlet, Johanna and a handful of other students.
"Okay," Fred began, clapping his hands together, "now that you are all here, we can get to discussing our plan."
"As some of you may know, OFSTED are coming for an inspection soon..." George announced.
"...And George and I thought it would be the perfect time to practice a few pranks." Fred continued with a smirk.
"We need a few of you to carry out a prank in each classroom," George pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, "this is a list of the pranks and the classrooms we will use to 'practise' them."
Roles were dished out, and the group left all sporting mischievous smiles.
Author's Note
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