CHAPTER 13: CHOCOLATE IN HOGSMEADE

After breakfast, Ella met up with Analese, Fred, George, and Oliver outside to take the carriages to Hogsmeade.

"You were brilliant, Ella," Analese complimented, pointing at the spiked boots.

Fred laughed, "A temper almost-"

"A rival to Lese's," George finished.

"Not even close," Oliver whispered as he passed to get into the carriage.

Ella laughed as she climbed in behind them. "No one's temper could rival MY sister's."

Even Analese had to laugh at that, at least, before she hit them all upside their heads.

Once in the carriage, Ella lay across the second bench, forcing Analese to sit on Oliver's lap. In response to the fierce glare, she smiled innocently.

Suddenly, Analese got a dangerous glint in her eye.

"Uh, oh…" Ella mumbled to herself.

Analese squeezed herself in between Oliver and George, pushing Fred off the edge. Snidgets went insane in the third year's stomach and she suddenly felt very hyper.

"Sorry, mate," Fred stated jokingly before sitting on her. Ella laughed, then sent a pleading look towards the redhead currently using her as a cushion.

"I like…Fred, you're starting to squish me… and I'm ticklish." as soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted it. All eyes were on her now. Ella watched them share a 'creepy' glance before they all attacked her.

"I thought I was supposed to be the evil one!" she managed to get out between laughing fits, causing them to chuckle too.

It was more fun in just a ride to Hogsmeade than she had ever had with the Slytherins, and even though she had only known them for a couple months, they felt more like family than her own ever had or would.

She smiled before putting on an innocent face, looking as if she were about to cry. Of course, Oliver was the first to stop and began telling the twins to stop as well, as Ella was being hurt. The twins, upon hearing that, immediately halted in their attack.

Seeing their concern that she was injured, sent the second tear of the day running down her cheek. At this, Analese became worried and attempted to distract the teary-eyed third year.

"So, what's with the new look?" she asked gently.

Sitting back and sighing, Ella explained the events of that morning. By the end of the story, they were at Hogsmeade. The group of fifth years looked about ready to murder the demons that Ella shared a room with, especially since the brightly colored girl added that it had taken seven years to grow it out.

Oliver was the first to climb out, offering his hand to the girls in turn. Once the twins had hopped down, George noticed something.

"You know, Ella, with those boots on, you just reach Lese's nose." he pulled a short joke.

As she punched the jokester's arm forcefully, Ella noticed the girls getting out of the carriage behind them. "I love my new hair cut! I could never do this with my long hair. I really should thank those girls." she smiled genuinely at Analese.

The older girl spotted the girls, and, catching the hint, said, "You should, it looks amazing."

The boys were thoroughly confused by Ella's turn-around. Analese winked at the boys, letting them in on it. Then the boys joined in on the compliments, and Fred even started hitting on her (which made her happy despite the fact that she knew it wasn't real). This had the desired results of making the evil sanity-stealing roommates not only mad and jealous, but completely unaware or suspicious of any plans for revenge.

Feeling refreshed, Ella had an energy boost. "Who wants chocolate satin pie? I'm buying!" she shouted. Analese and Ella made a dash for the Three Broomsticks for butterbeer to go with the pie while the boys laughed and trailed behind.

Finally at the pub and barely winded thanks to the every morning marathon, the girls ordered and giggled from the adrenaline rush, then from the looks they were getting.

When the guys caught up, Ella moved so that Analese and Oliver sat in the booth and she sat between Fred and George. Analese spotted the blush that appeared on Ella's cheeks as Fred complimented her and made a mental note to ask her later.

The argument of Flint's extensive stupidity was interrupted by the arrival of three pies each in front of the group.

"Yay, chocolate!" the sisters exclaimed much like the twins do, in unison.

"So, Ella, care to explain your plan for revenge." Analese spoke in between bites.

Fred swallowed and looked expectantly to the girl at his left.

"I was going to ask if you would like to help me with that, Pae." Ella smirked at her partner in deceit. The girls had come up with new nicknames that shortened their new codenames.

While reading more Greek mythology, Ella was approached by an idea struck Analese. The two havoc-wreakers decided on the muse of dance, Terpsichore, for Ella and the muse of lyric song, Euterpe, for Analese.

"I would be honored to help you, Teri." the older girl used Ella's nickname. This conversation confused the boys to a completely different level, something that had been happening often since a couple weeks into the school year, when Analese and Ella had first started hanging out together.

By this time, the girls had finished their three delicious chocolate satin pies. The guys were still working on their second.

"Sounds like a plan. You gonna finish that, George?" Ella pointed to the remaining pan of scrumptious chocolate in front of him.

"You can tell us apart already?!" Fred gaped open-mouthed at the third year, his brother slowly pushing the tin in front of her.

"It's not that hard. Your voices give you away most of the time." Ella spooned a bite onto her fork. "Not to mention the small freckle you're missing above your eyebrow."

"Lese, you told her, didn't you?!" George turned to the girl across the table.

"Nope, she figured that out on her own. Not all Slytherins are stupider than a troll. She completely contradicts the image Flint up-fronts of that house." the fifth year girl replied. The table filled with laughter as the girls stood up and smiled.

"Where are you going?" Oliver asked. He had just finished his second pie. Analese had gladly enjoyed his third one, while the two girls split Fred's final pie between them.

"We have Christmas shopping to do still." the younger responded.

"Well, get us something good." Fred called after them.

The sisters walked out the door and burst out laughing.

"I told you they'd fall for it." Analese gasped between laughs. Ella handed over five galleons. "Now, about that revenge. How does a vengeful masquerade sound?" Analese suggested with her little known, trouble-causing smirk, along with a mischievous glint in her piercing green eyes.

"Bloody brilliant." Ella matched her sister's expression.