Chapter 2

Fred POV

It was the 2nd of November. I decided to get it over and done with, and just get the damn dare done.

"Ahaa." Louis smirked. "That's a tactic. Pity I have to sneak into Hogwarts before I do mine."

Louis's was to play a series of pranks specified by me and James, and then charm my dad's fireworks to spell out "I, Louis Michel Weasley, played this prank." After every single prank.

James had to get drunk and go to the staff room, and do whatever he does while drunk. We don't know, we're often drunk at the same time as each other.

"Errr, hi?" I approached the blonde girl standing in the centre in a group of seven girls.

Lana Wallace turned around and shot a "Seriously?" look at her friends.

"Weasley." Her cold, clear, ice-queen voice rang out. "What do you want?"

"Err, I was wondering if you would go with me to Hogsmeade this month?"

Lana curled a lip-gloss covered lip. "There isn't even a trip this weekend, brainiac. We just had one, we don't get another until the end of the month."

'Yessss, plenty of time', I thought.

"I said this month."

"Oh." She giggled to herself meanly. "Well in that case, HELL NO! Do I look mentally defective? Huh? Brainiac? There is nothing that will make me go out with YOU! URRRHH!"

She snapped her fingers, then she and her friends followed her to…somewhere.

"Hahahahahahahahaha!" James and Louis appeared, bent over laughing. "Widdle Fweddie Weasley got we-jected. Ahahahahaha, that was good."

"Shut up, gits." I snapped under my breath.

"How you gonna do your dare now-ow?" jeered James, bringing out a bottle of Tabasco.

"Orrr…" Louis waved some Firewhisky in my face.

"Of course I'm gonna do it." I scoffed. How, I don't know, but I'm not telling James and Louis that.

"Man, she called you a 'brainiac'. Good luck. And if she does accept after you bug her about it, don't expect me to answer your 'Help me I am so bored' note." James snickered at me.

"Just put away the hot sauce. I won't be needing it." I said cockily.

"Oho, if you're so sure."

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Lana POV.

"Ohmygod, I cannot believe he had the nerve to ask me. ME! I mean, I'm Lana Wallace. I'm popular, pretty, and I get good grades. I can't ruin that with someone second-rate like him. Eurgh, I cannot believe him."

"He is kinda handsome." said Coleen Brookes, one of the girls in my dorm. She was painting my toenails.

"OMG, Coll, you did not just say that." said Azalea Entwhistle, my best friend. "He is not handsome. He has carrots on his head, and too many freckles to count! Plus, he will only corrupt and ruin any of us."

Donna Mallory, Thalia West, Cassia Perkins and Liz Earles nodded in agreement.

"I was just trying to see through the eyes of the rest of the school." Coleen protested.

"Ohhhmygod, Coleen, how many times must I drill into your head that we are better than them. We try hard. We don't sneak around and play pranks. We don't get drunk. We don't dress like sluts. We aren't weird and nerdy either. We are perfect and balanced. Any non-perfect man will tip-" I tilted myself left to make a point. "-our balance. So stop being so bloody fair-minded and get on with my toenails."

"Sadly we have to go to our dorm." complained Cassia and Donna. "Anne and Sandra will be there, reading Stuff for Nerds! or whatnot."

"Wait, before you go, can you get my face mask? I have to look perfect."

"Sure!" they said. Pff. They do what I want, except Azalea, but then she is the only one who is as balanced as me. I mean, Liz and Thalia do too much extra reading, Coleen's clothes are too tight, Cassia does sometimes have a few too many drinks and Donna is too eager generally. Still, they're pretty damn close to perfect Ravenclaws, so I put up with them.

They give me and Azalea beauty treatments all the time. It is obvious we are the leaders.

And as for Fred Weasley-screw him. I have a proper, perfect life to get on with, and he's not in the equation of my future. Which reminds me, I have to review my Arithmancy.

So this is OC (Lana's) way of thinking. She thinks that everyone must be balanced and shun anyone who isn't perfect in that way. It may seem slightly messed up, but the whole point of the story is that she does change.