A/N: This chapter is gonna be more movie! than musical! because really the most that happened in the musical in this scene was Candy Store.

Dear Diary,

Dear diary, it's been three weeks since I became friends with the Heathers!

Actually friends isn't exactly the right word. It's more like the Heathers are people I work with, and our job is being popular and shit. Heather told me she teaches people 'Real Life'. She said Real Life sucks Losers dry. If you want to fuck with the eagles, you have to learn to fly.

As the bell for lunch sounded, The young Ravenclaw made her way through the halls, meeting almost immediate approach by Martha, their first encounter since she'd joined Hogwarts' most exclusive clique.

"Hey Veronica!" Martha grinned, clutching all ten of her books for the day with a strong grip.

"Hey!"

"You really do look beautiful these days."

"Awh, thanks Martha, but it's still the same old me inside."

"Are you sure?" Martha squeaked, fixing her eyes on her books as if they were the most important things on school grounds. It was then that Veronica realized that they'd supposed to have studied together last week- the same night the Heathers wanted her to sneak into Hogsmeade and buy a blue brooch and headband to match Heather Chandler's red scrunchie, Heather Duke's green bow, and Heather McNamara's yellow ribbon. She ended up only getting the brooch because Chandler decided the headband made her look 'like a homeless goblin.'

"Look, sorry I flaked out on our study session, I've just had so much going on lately." Veronica said, trying to justify her actions.

"I-It's okay, you're with the Heathers now, must be nice."

Speaking of the devil, A certain Slytherin Heather came stalking up to Veronica, completely ignoring Martha's presence. "Veronica, Heather wants you to haul ass to the cafeteria, yesterday." Heather stated rather matter-of-factly.

"How very. We'll talk, Martha, I promise!" Veronica called as she was pulled away by the impatient Slytherin.

Heather McNamara stood by the door as if she'd been awaiting Veronica and Heather Duke's return. "She really wants to talk to you." The Hufflepuff told her, flanking Veronica's right side while Duke flanked the left when they entered the Great Hall. Heather Chandler had been waiting at the Gryffindor table with a mildly irritated scowl on her face. In between her and the nearest person sitting was about ten feet of space, more than enough room for the other Heathers and Veronica to join and sit comfortably. "Hello Heather." Veronica stated, feeling as though she were greeting a Queen.

"Veronica. Finally. Got a paper of Ram Sweeney's. I need you to forge a hot and horny but realistically low-key note in Ram's handwriting and we'll slip it into Martha Dumptruck's lunch plate." She pulled a crumpled yellow piece of paper from her robes, a failed transfiguration exam in Ram's handwriting. Everything Heather Chandler said sounded as if it were coming out of a lioness' mouth. Stunning but dangerous. A true Gryffindor at heart, She really was a mythic bitch.

Veronica's jaw threatened to drop as she looked over at Martha all the way across the Great Hall at the Hufflepuff Table, eating lunch alone. "Please don't do this. Not to Martha. She's had a thing for Sweeney for years, it'll crush her."

"What? It'll give her shower nozzle masturbation material for weeks!" Heather Duke chimed, a villainous smirk that attempted to mimic Heather Chandler's starting to spread across her porcelain face.

"Shut up, Heather!" Chandler barked, attracting the attention of a few nearby fourth years who starred in awe at the combined beauty of the four girls. "You'll need something to write on. Heather, bend over."

Despite the fact that they were all sitting at a table, Both remaining Heathers stood up and bent over, causing a vicious laugh from Heather Chandler. "Nice. Heather Duke, stay down."

With a disappointed sigh, Heather Duke straightened her back and Veronica stood up to write.

"Now, copy this. Hey beautiful. I've been watching you and thinking about us in the old days. I hope you can come to my homecoming party this weekend. I miss you, Ram. Put an XO after the signature." The witch laughed and snatched the paper from Veronica as soon as she was done, folding it and calling over the Quidditch player. "Was that so hard? Like stepping into a Candy Store. Ram, be a dear and give this note to Martha Dumptruck. Don't read it, She's having extra heavy flow and needs advice from my Gyno."

Ram pulled a sour face and held the note at the corners as if the letter itself was having extra heavy flow.

Veronica watched it all, feeling a mixture of shame at herself and anger at Heather Chandler.

She didn't even notice all three Heathers were staring at her expectantly.

"Galleon for your thoughts, Veronica?" McNamara asked softly, twiddling with a strand of her own hair.

"Doesn't it bother you that everyone in the school thinks you're a piranha?"

Speaking for all three of them, Heather Chandler gave a cruel laugh. "Like we give a shit. They all want us as a friend or a fuck. We're worshipped at Hogwarts and we can't even apparate. Now, you can keep testing me or you can end up like Dumptruck over there." She said carelessly, giving a nod toward the Hufflepuff, who was currently beaming at the note. It was obvious she'd already read it- the damage was done.

Veronica sighed and tried to block out the laughter of the three Heathers, scanning the cafeteria when she caught the eye of a mysterious, pale skinned boy sitting in the corner of the Slytherin table. The only thing that snapped her out of her trance was the pain from Heather Chandler wrapping a perfectly manicured bronze hand around a chunk of her hair and pulling roughly. "I said let's go, Veronica!"

A/N Did I mention Heather Chandler is black? Now I did! Next Chapter is where we learn more about this mysterious, pale Slytherin.