CHAPTER 4: THE WINDS OF CHANGE
Ella had never enjoyed a day as much as that Friday. She sat at the back of the library, the farthest table from Madame Pince's watchful gaze, anxiously waiting for Analese. She wanted to know all the details, every minute one.
Remembering the amazing prank, Ella doubled over in silent laughter. At the time, she hadn't been able to even speak due to complete shock. It was still hard to believe that her 'big sis', the goody two shoes Gryffindor, the Analese Evans had changed the Weasley twins into GIRLS!
It still brought tears to her eyes just thinking about it although it had just about scarred her for life to see Fiona hit on some Hufflepuff girl at lunch.
Ella had even gotten to the library half an hour early to make sure she could question Analese as soon as possible.
Not able to help it when Analese finally arrived, the third year bombarded her with questions.
"Whoa, calm down, Ella. I'll tell you everything in a second." Analese smiled as she sat down.
The older girl muttered a spell under her breath. "Making sure we aren't overheard." She explained.
And with that, Ella learned every detail, even the correct movements to perform the charm, Verto-Puella.
"So, you know how to get to into the Room of Requirement?" Analese questioned.
"Of course, I found that place last year when I needed to hide incriminating evidence from Snape." Ella assured as she grabbed her bag.
"See you then, Ella." The redhead waved.
"See you, Lese." The younger girl replied as they parted ways.
It was 7:30 Thursday evening when the siblings could meet again. Quidditch practice was taking a lot of their time as the first match continued to approach.
"I think we need something to kind of work together on." Analese proposed as the two sisters played Exploding Snap.
"Yeah, a prank of some sort to bond over," Ella responded with a mischievous smirk.
"Well, why not something for attention to our friendship? Perhaps a practical joke on a Slytherin and a Gryffindor." The older girl elaborated.
"But who should be the target?" the younger pondered aloud.
"To make it fair, we should choose someone we have a relationship to." The fifth year suggested.
"Like our crushes or something." Ella contemplated.
"Well, who has captured your heart, Miss Sinesstra?" Analese inquired with a sly smile.
"As long as it never leaves this room, Draco Malfoy is the thief holding my heart for ransom." Ella stated dramatically.
"One Mr. Malfoy has snatched your love like a Golden Snitch," Analese continued with a similar air of theatrics. "Much like Oliver Wood is the Keeper of my own heart."
"Then it is settled that our small jest shall affect these two fugitives of romance." Ella concluded.
"There is but one flaw in this most ingenious plan." The redhead pointed out gracefully.
"And what, pray tell, is said flaw?" Ella wanted to know.
"Master Dumbledore shall easily decipher us as the culprits. We shall be swiftly connected to this brilliant plot." The Gryffindor responded.
"This is true, but how shall we defeat this significant defect?" the third year asked.
"I propose an expansion on the list of persons to be cleverly tricked. Perhaps an additional participant from each of our own years," Analese recommended.
"An excellent solution. Might I suggest one Marcus Flint for your choice." Ella replied.
"And for yours, I advise a Mr. Harry Potter." The older sister returned the idea.
"What a respectable plan we have devised so far." The raven-haired girl responded with sophistication.
"Can we please stop talking like that before I go insane?" Analese begged.
"You mean more so than usual?" Ella chuckled.
"You know it!" the girls laughed.
"So, what do you think we should do the these guys? Hair dye, maybe?" Ella prompted.
"Let's take it to the next level, shall we?" the Gryffindor was struck with brilliance again.
"What are you thinking, Lese?" the Slytherin eyed the older girl, curious.
"What if we made it change colors throughout the day?"
"You mean like those Muggle mood rings?" Ella questioned.
"Elle, you are a prankster genius!" Analese exclaimed. "A charm that changes hair according to their mood! Now, that, my little protégé, is a practical joke!"
