CHAPTER SIX
Ginny and Trixie stared at their plates moodily. They had meant to tell Professor Snape, but they just couldn't do it. They couldn't admit that they had lost the diary. And they were feeling incredibly guilty.
"We'll get it back Gin! We have too!"
Ginny just nodded. Suddenly, she threw her fork down in frustration.
"I can't stand this!"
Ginny gave her friend a pointed look. Trixie nodded in agreement, unable to stop the smile tugging at the corner of her lips. They could worry later. As for now, they had havoc to wreak.
The two first years peered around the corner, suppressing their giggles, as a group of Ravenclaws headed toward the library at lunchtime.
"WHAT?" cried the one closest to them.
"How can they do this?" added another. Hermione suddenly appeared behind them, her own eyes widening.
"No!" she gasped, "but... Dumbledore wouldn't! He couldn't!"
Hermione stared at the Library, her eyes brimming with tears of shock and despair, only making Trixie and Ginny laugh harder.
It would be several hours before Madam Pince spotted the sign stuck on the library doors.
"The library will be closed indefinitely"
Meanwhile, on the other side of the castle, Professor Snape couldn't help but breathe in relief when he found someone had set off almost sixteen dungbombs in the staff room. His girls were okay.
Valentines came and with it, a rather horrible singing valentine, designed specifically to tease Harry 'the-Boy-Needs-To-Learn-To-Deal-With-His-Fans'. As Trixie and Ginny listened to the stories at lunch they had to cover their mouths to hide their laughter. Harry had taken it just how they wanted him too. His cheeks were STILL bright red.
"Let's... go" Trixie barely managed to gasp out. "I... can't... take much more!"
Ginny nodded, before taking a deep breath to calm herself. The two stood up, ignoring Percy's disdainful glare when Ginny 'accidentally' knocked some pumpkin juice onto his lap.
"Oooof"
Ginny and Trixie glanced up at the three sixth years boy they had literally run into head first. Trixie casually pulled her stolen spoon out of her pocket. And then she poked them with it. The boys pushed her off, glaring after them in disdain and confusion.
Ginny shook her head, as the two of them strode away, Ginny constantly dodging Trixie's spoon.
"Didn't your mum ever teach you NOT to poke Hufflepuffs with spoons?"
Trixie shrugged.
"Must've slipped her mind"
Ginny sighed dramatically.
"Come on Trixie, leave them alone. It's not their fault their house colours make it look like they're covered in bees!"
"Poor Jigglypuffs!"
"You said it Trixie. Poor Jigglypuffs!"
The dark haired Hufflepuff, Michael Adams turned to his friends with a raised eyebrow.
"Jigglypuffs?"