Theda
No way. Now I have to spend more time with the twin brother of my best friend who happens to have a ridiculously huge crush on me and is exceedingly annoying? Thanks a bunch Minerva. Kaytee's smirking, and I can just see her devious mind at work. Plotting. Matchmaking.
"No." I say firmly, turning around and glaring at her. She shrugs.
"It happened with Harry's parents."
"Well, it's not happening here."
I'm more concerned with what this appointment will do to our pranking. Over the past few years, we've run the most awesome pranks ever. We haven't quite got to the level of turning a whole corridor into a swamp the way the Weasley twins did, but still pretty awesome. The sort of pranks that prefects really shouldn't be involved with. Although...
I turned to Kaleb. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"That now we'll be spending loads of time alone together and I'll finally have a shot?" he asked, a smirk on his face that told me he was half-joking.
"No. That us being prefects is actually going to help our business, because they'll never expect us."
"Yeah you're right! It'll be awesome!"
Dad was sitting an armchair on the screened porch, with Mum perched on one of the arms. They glanced up as I came in, and I saw Mum silently vanish a box of chocolates.
"I got made Prefect." I said calmly, not nearly as excited about it as I had been. Dad smiled at me and Mum's hair turned bright pink.
"That's great Theda!" she said enthusiastically, jumping down from the arm of the chair to give me a hug.
"Who's the other prefect for Ravenclaw?" Dad asked softly. I shrugged.
"No idea. Kaleb's prefect for Gryffindor but I don't know about anyone else."
"Oh he'll have fun with that." Mum said snarkily, winking at me.
"Mum!"
"Sorry. But you two would be so cute..." Mum was laughing at me full out now and I had no defense. Yes, Kaleb was hot. Yes, we did look good together. No, I was not interested in a romantic relationship with him. And it was really annoying that people kept trying to put us together.
"So how's the business coming?" Dad asked once Mum had wandered off to talk to Ros.
"It's coming. I mean, we haven't been caught yet so that's good."
"And you've been being nice to the Slytherins?"
"Yes Dad. Most of the Slytherins aren't that bad. Except Scorpius, but according to Harry his dad was then too."
"Yes, Master Malfoy was quite a piece of work when he was at school. At least when I knew him."
"Was he the one who..." I asked, not saying what I wanted to know, but knowing Dad would understand me. He shook his head and smiled a bit sadly.
"No. That was Severus."
"Do you know anything about McGonagall's daughter?"
"I taught her. Why?"
"She's our new Transfiguration teacher."
"So she came back then?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.
"Oh, uh, nothing." Dad said clearly evading the subject. I groaned.
"Dad!"
"Really. It's not my story to tell. If she wants you to know she'll tell you herself."