"So, Miss Ciara." Fred said, coming to sit beside the girl in the common room.
"How was detention?" George asked, sitting on her other side.
The girl scowled, "She made me sweep her classroom. With a Cleansweep."
"She made you sweep with a broomstick?" The twins exclaimed.
"Well, old McGonagall has got creative!" George mused.
"We'd better be careful with our pranks this term." Fred agreed.
Ciara shrugged, crumpling up the quidditch play she'd been writing instead of finishing her charms essay and said, "At least she didn't make me use my Nimbus." She then remembered the rule about first years having broomsticks and added, "Not that it's in school."
The twins laughed as George un-crumpled her play.
"Thank Merlin you're a first year." He said, studying it, "Or we'd be out in the cold this season!"
