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A/N: I'm really glad you guys enjoy this story. Thanks for your reviews. By the way, I'm going to be starting a new story soon called 'Cultural Divide' it would be nice if someone could tell me if Ron is seventeen how old is Charlie. I'd be really grateful if someone could answer this question. Enjoy. Sorry, this chapter won't be too long because I'm still debating on how much I want to take from chapters in the original book.

"She's a toad," I heard Melody say at dinner that first day after classes. "She's a horrible, disgustingly, foul, disgusting toad."

"You said disgusting twice," Ron muttered, a smile on his face.

"Because she's twice as disgusting as a regular old toad."

Ron laughed into his pumpkin juice while Hermione shook her head. "Be careful not to let her hear you say that," she said.

"I couldn't care less, actually," Melody said. "You want me to stand up and shout it to the whole of Hogwarts, 'cause I will."

"What happened exactly?" I asked.

"Yeah, everyone's been talking about it," Fred said, "but we don't actually know what happened."

"It's a whole load of rubbish," Hermione said. "She's teaching us nothing, saying we need to do the basis which is ridicules because we learned the basis in first year. We're not even allowed to use our wands."

"And then she started in on You-Know-Who and pretty much saying that was a load of dung," Ron said. "And you know how agitated Harry's been lately because of the whole thing. So pretty much, he had a shouting contest with Umbridge, though Harry did most of the shouting. And so, she gave him detention for a week."

"She's so . . . pink," Melody said, a disgusted look on her face. "Everything about her is so horribly . . . sweet, sickly, fake sweet . . . like sugarless candy . . . and pink."

"I take it you don't like pink," I said, grinning.

"Really, how could you tell?"

Harry came in soon after, sitting between Ron and Hermione to eat, but it was hard for any of us to concentrate with all the whispers. Fred and I left with Lee Jordan to go try out our new candies on the first years.

"Don't be too mad at Hermione," Melody said, helping a first year to his feet. "She means well, even if it doesn't always seem like it."

"Mel," I said. "She threatened to write our mum when she knows bloody well that our mum doesn't approve of what Fred and I create. That was a blow way below the belt."

"Yeah, she does go a little bit far sometime. Look at what she's doing with the elves."

"But how are we supposed to test out our projects if we don't have proper test subjects and if Hermione's going to tattle on us?"

"Well, I guess you're just going to have to test your projects when she's not around, huh?" Melody smirked at me.

I stared back at her, shocked. "You're devious."

"That's what they tell me," she said, grinning. "Let me know when you're products are fully developed. I bet they come in handy."

"Miss Goody-Two Shoes wants to try out some of our products?" Fred said, having overheard.

"Hey, sometimes even the good girls need to be bad. I've always loved your pranks and I'm sure your prank shop will be brilliant. I'd like to help if I can."

"We'll keep in touch," I said.

She grinned, her nose wrinkling slightly. "Ok. Talk to you boys later."

She walked away, leaving me with my brother. I turned to him, a bright smile on my face. "She's . . . perfect."

Fred rolled his eyes, grinning at me. "She's pretty cool . . . for a fifth year."

I socked him in his arm before turning back to the first years that were still getting up. "Anyone interested in Canary Creams?"