Sorry it's been so long! I had a full, 4,000 word chapter, but then I re-booted my computer, I only even got Microsoft word back a week ago. Sorry again, forgive me? Sorry it's short, but there wasn't much to write, but the next one will be a lot better. Also, what do you think about me starting a Gone fanfic, also with myself as the main character?

We snuck out through said passage, stooping while walking, amidst Pansy's cries of 'Ah! Spider!' and 'Ugh, it's mucky!'

We finally got there, having been lost four times, after ten or twenty minutes. I first ran to the bookshop, yes books were expensive, but I didn't want my reading to be at the mercy of Miss. Pince, we walked into Tomes and Scrolls, Pansy immediately walked to a section marked 'Fiction for the young woman', whilst I headed for dystopia and Draco lingered being unfathomably bored. I purchased enough books to keep me going until the half-term holidays, and Pansy bought one book, which I recalled reading aged nine.

We left and the both of us were literally dragged to Gladrags, Pansy tried on some clothes and we left, we had a quick glance around the other shops, stopping to pick up some quills, before we realised we'd lost Pansy. She was back in Gladrags, by the sale rail, examining an eye-assaulting piece of fabric.

"Pansy, put that pink wash cloth down, we have a three minute window to get back undetected." I commanded.

"No."

"Pansy, it's a sundress, there's a reason it's on sale. It's September, this is literally the warmest it'll be for eight or nine months."

"I'll wear it with a fleece and leggings." She rationalized the imminent purchase; I don't bother arguing further and allow her to buy the hot pink, short, spaghetti strap dress with cut out butterflies. Draco looked at his watch and declares that we've missed the lesson change, and therefore have to wait another half hour 'til we can sneak back in.

We go for tea, we were going to go for butterbeer, but the Hogs Head would be full of people underage drinking. We walk in to the badly lit, lacy, floral tea-shop, and the proprietor looks us over, before seating us. "So, are you their escort or something?" She asks me, while handing us our menus.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, they're obviously together, and you look like you're in the year above them, are you here to make sure they don't get up to anything?" She was completely and utterly wrong, and had embarrassed those to whom she was referring as 'together'.

"No, actually, we're all just friends; the Hogs Head was full of rowdy fifth years."

"Oh, well, that's nice. Orders?" Pansy ordered an antioxidant, green, ginseng thing, while Draco got tea and I diet coke. I was sitting a corner, in such a position that I had a view of all but the portrait of a pig above my head. I'm about half way through what I'm fairly sure is a normal cola, when I think I see something outside. I disregard it as some invisible bug that's escaped from the CMC class. It keeps happening, and I see a bright orange flash, I excuse myself, having finished my drink, saying I'm going to pick up some sweets. I scurried out of the tea shop and investigate the flash, hand on wand. I've always been curious, and I was fairly sure I was in no lethal danger, I had my wand and a tie with which works as a pretty painful whip. I cautiously walked towards the source of the flash, I bumped into an invisible something, and we both fell over.

"Okay, who is it? I'm armed!" I shouted, looking around frantically.

"Calm down." Said a now visible ginger, one of the twins I think, I dubbed him Weasly 1.

"Put down the wand" Weasly two demanded, I realised I'd sub-consciously grabbed it. I reluctantly complied, shoving it back in my pocket.

"Why are you out?"

"She's a Slytherin Gred"

"Ah, yes, the prank"

"Remind me to thank Ella for her help on that"

"Will do." They continued reminiscing about the very recent prank, before I remembered and asked.

"Wait, how were you invisible?"

"Invisibility cloak."

"Borrowed it."

"And when we say borrowed."

"We mean took"

"And when we say took"

"We mean stole"

"From Dumbledore."

"His office."

"Unlocked door"

"And drawer."

To my mind, this was proof of there being no deity, these two, who've already caused several uses of the cruciatus curse, should never have a means of sneaking around invisibly. It turned out to be fairly mundane, but at least I had something I could use against those two. I go some sweets, just a few mint creams, and went back to the tea shop; we had about ten minutes before we returned.