"What are you doing to my desk!" he shouted.
"We thought it needed personality," Violet said, smiling sweetly. "So, we came up with idea to add holes to it. So, what's up with you?"
"I found out I'm refereeing a Quidditch game," Snape muttered, levitating the acid away.
"I cry foul!" Evangeline shouted, jumping up for it.
"That doesn't matter," Snape said, putting the acid away and locking the cabinet.
Violet had pulled out her wand and was meaning to unlock it once he left again.
"And it won't be unlocked by any spell," Snape said, walking away.
"Where's the fun in that!" Violet called to him, but Snape shut the door. "Well, Evangeline, let us go and reek havoc else where."
"But I wanted to put acid on his desk!" Evangeline whined as they left and went down to the common room.
"Don't worry," Violet assured, pulling a large bottle out of her robes. "I grabbed this when you were dropping some on his ink well."
"Awesome!" Evangeline cried as they entered walked past a statue. "Can we put acid on that?"
"Oh, alright," Violet said, handing her the bottle.
Evangeline squeezed out a few drops on the ear of the wizard carved on the rock. The tip of the ear dissolved and soon, half the body was missing.
"Oooooh, somebody's being bad!" they heard a famliar voice squeal from above them.
"Ah, crap," they muttered and looked up to see the schoool's residentail plotergist.
"Staff! Staff!" Peeves yelled as loud as his ghost lungs would allow. "We have troublemakers! Troublemakers!"
"Shut the hell up, Peeves!" Violet hissed, hiding the bottle of acid behind a hollow brick in the wall. "We just got back! We don't want freaking detention!"
"Well, you should have thought about that sooner," said a stern voice from behind.
Violet and Evangeline turned to see Professor McGonagall glaring down at them.
"Aw, crud," Violet mumbled, putting her hands in her pockets.
"Detention this Friday with me," she said. "I have things for you to do."
"Yes, Professor," they chorsued, both bored already.
They walked away, dreading that Friday for the bordom they were sure to face.
"This is stupid," Evangeline said as they stepped into the common room. "We didn't even get to keep the acid."
"Acid?"
"Yeah," Violet said, glancing over at Draco Malfoy. "We get bored a lot."
"What'd you use it on?" Draco asked.
They took turns explaining all that they had done, and how Peeves had ruined their evening of fun.
"Brilliant!" said Draco.
"Yeah, but not detention." muttered Evangeline.
"Eh, whatever," said Violet, "We've been there so many times it's actually not that bad anymore. But nevermind that, off to bed. We got a Quidditch game to see!"
The afternoon came and both girls were squirming in their seats next to Draco. They had beat Crabbe and Goyle to their seats and were quite smug with themselves.
"I don't know who to root for," said Draco puzzled, "Hufflepuff is full of wusses, but Gryffindor has Potter... I think I'll have to go with Hufflepuff."
"Me too," said the girls, but were secretly hoping Gryffindor won. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger walked by, and Draco poked him in the head.
"Ow!" he cried and spun around. Malfoy grinned.
"Oh, sorry, Weasley, didn't see you there," he lied. The girls smiled. "Wonder how long Potter's going to stay on his broomstick? Anyone want to bet? What about you, Weasley?"
Ron didn't answer, and Violet noticed Snape had given Hufflepuff a penalty.
"Bull crap!" she yelled. Snape heard the voice and spun around. He glared at Violet, and she grinned.
"Hiya, Snape!" she yelled onto the field and waved. He rolled his eyes and went back to the game.
"You know how I think they choose people for the Gryffindor team?" Draco asked when Snape awarded Hufflepuff a penalty for no reason at all. "It's people they feel sorry for. See there's Potter who's got no parents, then there's the Weasleys and they have no money - you should be on the team Longbottom, you've got no brains."
Longbottom went bright red.
"I-I'm worth twelve of you!" he stammered. They all laughed, but Evangeline found him slightly cute.
"You tell him Neville!" said Ron.
"Longbottom, if brains were gold, you'd be poorer than the Weasleys. That's saying something!" Evangeline stopped laughing, because she thought that was quite mean. But Violet laughed along with Draco thinking it was humorous.
"I'm warning you Malfoy," said Weasley who was turning as red as his hair, "One more word-"
"Ron!" said Hermione, "Harry-!"
"What? Where?"
Harry had darted down to the ground his eyes narrowed, a serious expression on his face.
"You're in luck, Weasley, Potter's obviously spotted some money on the ground!" laughed Malfoy.
Ron snapped. He tackled Malfoy to the ground and started to wrestle with him. Violet and Evangeline stepped on their seats then joined the fight. They managed to rip Ron from Malfoy. People in the crowd cheered. Ron tore himself away from the girls, and they looked over and saw Harry had the snitch in his hands.
"Nobody's caught the snitch so fast!" someone whispered.
"That was barely five minutes!"
"Ugh!" cried Malfoy, "Potter's done it again!"
"Did you hear that?" whispered Violet, pulling away from a door she had her ear pressed against.
Potter, Weasley and Granger had walked in, whispering something private.
"They think Severus is going to try to steal something called the Sorcerer's Stone. Whatever that is," whispered Violet. They walked away from the door. "And they think Quirell has something to do with it. And they mentioned this thing called 'Fluffy'. I hope it's a nice, fluffy animal. And they said soemthing about breaking through something. I wonder what they mean. Any ideas, Evangeline?"
"Nope," Evangeline said, skipping ahead of her twin. "Let's go look in the library!"
"What?" Violet said, halting abrubtly. "Since when do you want to look in the library?"
"Well, I fiured you'd say it, so I said it for a change," Evangeline said.
"Okay," shrugged Violet. "Let's go. But keep out of sight. We're not exactly supposed to be out this late."
"Why should we start listening to rules NOW?" asked Evangeline.
"Eh, good point," Violet said. "But no shouting."
"Fine," agreed Evangeline.
They slipped down to the library, watching for teachers, ghosts, other students, and Filch, the evil caretaker who would gladly turn them in for sneaking about after hours. Once inside, Violet and Evangeline split up, looking for something to read up on the Sorcerer's Stone. At one point, Evangeline pulled out a thin, light brown leather book.
She flipped through it and shoved it back, not taking a lot of care. They searched for a few hours before Violet pulled out an enormous old book. "I think this might be it," she whispered and opened it up. "Here it is!" she said. "Nicholas Flamel is the maker of the Sorcerer's Stone!"
"Ooh, he's an Alchemist!" Evangeline said, "He can turn lead into gold!"
"Uh-huh, but Harry thinks Snape is going to steal it! That means... it has to be somewhere in the castle!"
"And that Fluffy thing is guarding it!" Evangeline added. Violet closed the book quietly and the girls snuck from the library to Snape's office. They banged on the door.
"WHAT?" he called from inside knowing it was the two girls. He didn't want them dripping more acid into his desk.
"We need to talk to you!" called Evangeline. "We need to talk to you about the Sorcerer's Stone!"
There was silence from the other end of the room. Then the door swung open.
"What do you know about the Sorcerer's Stone?" he snarled at them.
"We're asking the questions," said Violet crossing her arms across her chest. "There's rumors going around Sev. Your going to steal the Sorcerer's stone. Is that true or not?"
The expression on his face went angry.
"How dare they assume I would steal the stone!" he said, "Who started these rumors?"
"Pansy Parkistan." Violet lied. "So it's not true?"
"Of course not!" Snape growled and slammed the door.
"We need to talk to Harry," said Evangeline. "Who knows what he's about to get himself into!"
The girls tried hard to get to talk to Harry, but never got the chance. They tried breaking into the Gryffindor common room, but got detention from Percy Wealsey. One day they were sitting in the Slytherin common room sulking by themselves when the door burst open.
"Violet, Evangeline!" said Draco. "Guess what?"
"What?" they asked simultaneously.
"I just saw a dragon in Hagrid's hut!" said Draco excitedly, "C'mon! We'll go tell Dumbledore and get them busted!"
"There's just one small problem," said Violet. "We don't have any proof."
"True," said Malfoy disapointed, but his face instantly lit up. "You'll help me won't you?"
The girls shrugged.
"Sure," shrugged Violet.
A couple days later, Evangeline was walking through the hallways and happened to look into the Hospital wing. She saw Ron Weasley with a nasty cut on his arm. The cut seemed familiar to her, and she assumed it was something her sister had showed her. She ran back to the Slytherin common room and told her twin.
"I'm not sure what your talking about," she said. "But check my bag, dig around through my books."
Evangeline wasn't too happy about this idea. The bag was huge and had many books of different sizes crammed into it. She looked around for a long while, then finally found what she was looking for.
"There!" she said, "Ron got bitten by a Norwegian Ridgeback! Hagrid DOES have a dragon in his hut!"
Just then, they heard Draco calling for them. They ran down the steps, and he showed them a letter from a boy named Charlie.
"He's picking it up on Saturday! Will you guys come with me?"
The girls grinned.
"Hell yeah!" they said and slipped their cloaks on. It was now dark and all the Slytherins were sleeping. They opened up the wall and snuck out into the hallway. They walked as quickly as they could to Professor McGonagall's office.
"Draco? Evangeline? Violet?" she asked. "What are you doing in my office after curfew?"
"Please, McGonagall," said Draco placing the letter on her desk. "And-" he laid the book to the open page. "This cut was on Ronald Weasley's arm. It belongs to a Norwegian Ridgeback. And if you don't believe that, read this letter."
She scanned the letter then looked appalled.
"Of course," she said. "This is forged, of course."
"What?" Malfoy shrieked. The girls tried to sneak out of the office, but she glared at them, and they froze.
"Potter-" but she was interrupted. Filch entered the room and tossed in Neville, Harry, Ron, and Hermione. She looked outraged.
"I'm disgusted," she said, "Seven students out of bed at once!"
She sighed when no one tried to explain themselves.
"I think I've got an idea of what's going on." she said, "It doesn't take a genious to work it out. You fed Draco some cock-and-bull story about a dragon, trying to get him and his friends out of bed at night. I suppose you think it's funny Longbottom fell for it too, huh?"
Silence.
"Fifty points will be taken from Gryffindor. And you all will recieve detentions - in the Forbidden Forest."