I'm writing this while wearing my Lavender Brown cosplay (slightly see-through, lowish cut top and pink jeans).

Rum and Repercussions.

The next day at breakfast, for me it was Nutella from the jar, a ginger Probably-Ella came over with a mischievous expression on her, currently freckled, face.

'Look at the cannon fodder.' She requested, not so politely.

'What did you do?' I asked, not bothering to look up from the first book of the toilet saga.

'Just look.'

I sighed and looked up to see a table of rather drunk students in Hufflepuff robes, so that was why she wanted the alcohol.

'You spiked their pumpkin juice?' I asked, secretly finding it quite amusing.

'Yes, with Rum!' She replied gleefully.

'Fred Weasly! George Weasly! Ella Tatham!' Shouted a very angry Professor McGonagall, who upon seeing Ella talking to me, shouted 'Rebecca Battersby!'

I groaned, assuming that my friendship with Ella had gotten me in trouble, again.

'Come with me!' She ordered.

'I didn't do it!' I said, raising my hands, in a surrendering position, this had become a knee-jerk reaction for me, since befriending Ella.

'Hmmm, well, we'll have to let Professor Dumbledore be the judge of that, won't we?' She said, to my horror, we were being sent to the headmaster's office already; she beckoned to Snape and a rather small man who I had yet to meet 'Severus, Filius!'

On the way there, Ella started a chorus of 'we're off to see the wizard' as specified in the first list, Fred and George joined in, so did the small professor who I gathered was called Filius, until McGonagall started shouting at the three gingers.

When we reached professor Dumbledore's office, Professor McGonagall took a piece of paper out of one of her many greeny-blue pockets. 'Ugh, stupid password, again.' She muttered, before shouting, 'Cadbury's Dairy Milk!'

Ella seemed to find this quite funny, though The Weasly twins and I didn't really understand the joke behind it, if there was one. Rather that the eagle opening to reveal an office, as I had assumed it would, it started turning around, McGonagall nudged us towards it, clearly indicating that we climb the now visible stairs.

'Ahh, Gred, Forge, welcome back, what did you do this time?' Professor Dumbledore asked, clearly amused, in his kind and slightly raspy voice, 'Fourteen hours. New school record, and a new personal record for you two. Are you their sister, Ginevra?' This last question was directed towards Ella, who was standing next to me.

'No, Professor, I'm Ella Tatham, I'm a first year.' She replied.

'Call me Dumbledore. You're a first year? And you're not a Gryffindor or a Weasly? And these two let you help with one of their pranks? You must be really good.' He was genuinely shocked by The Weasly Twins letting Ella in on their, apparently very exclusive, prank. 'And who are you young lady, I haven't heard from you yet.'

'I'm Rebecca Battersby Prof...Dumbledore, but most people call me Daisy.' I said.

'Well, Daisy, what was your role in all this? How about you Ella, what did you do?' He asked.

I decided to tell the truth, 'I didn't know about this until,' I checked my watch, 'Thirty seven minutes ago.'

'And I put the rum that they gave me into the cannon fodders' pumpkin juice under the masquerade of talking to a friend.' Ella blurted out, clearly thinking it would cause no trouble, despite the, failed, telepathic messages I was trying to send her.

'Cannon fodder? Is that the Hufflepuffs? Quite genius.' He said, interspersing his words with hearty chuckles. I was amazed at how lightly we'd got off. 'But I have to let your head's of house arrange your punishment I'm afraid. If it were up to me, I'd give you a sherbet lemon and see you on your way, but I have to hand you over to Professors Snape, Flitwick and McGonagall.' So that was the small man's name, he must be the head of Ravenclaw.

I heard The Weaslys having 50 points taken away each and a detention with Filch. Ella was given the task of clearing the entirely of the Hufflepuff table. Snape, however, clearly did not want one of his snakes to have to do anything too house-elfy, so I was landed with the task of making hangover potion, enough for all of Hufflepuff. This was going harder than convincing my mother to open windows when the wifi was on, only this couldn't be solved by calling my uncle to explain that the internet won't escape.

'By the way,' Ella said on the way out, 'could you show us the pointy hat trick?'

'I could.' Dumbledore replied.

'Will you?' Ella asked, trying to complete three things on the list in one day.

'Of course.' He said, smiling, before his hat sprung up into a perfect point.

'That's from the book,' Fred or George said on the way out, 'Only we thought it was an innuendo.'

'It is.' Ella confirmed.

'It is?' I asked, horrified that they had said that to our headmaster. 'What for?'

'You're too young to know.' Ella said before growing to pat my head.

'I'm older than you.' I replied, arms folded. To this day I will never know what it was for...