The seventh years walked into their potions class and were more then a little surprised to see the dungeon was covered in pink. Snape stood at the front of the class, looking absolutely furious.

"Had a decorator in, Professor?" A Gryffindor asked, smirking. Snape said nothing.

"Who did it?" Another pushed, "I'll bet it was your brother's Perce."

"It was not the Weasley twins." Snape said angrily.

"Then who on earth was it?" Wood wondered, surprised the colour wasn't the cause of his beaters.

Right on cue, Ciara walked into the class and said, "I'm done sorting the flobberworms professor. And all the cauldrons are clean. So I'll be off now to catch the second half of flying!"

The seventh years watched as Snape glared daggers at the girl making her way out of the classroom.

"Cooke!" Snape said before she left, "Your detention isn't over."

She groaned, "I've done everything you've asked for. The pink will wear off in a week anyway- I don't see what you're so worked up about."

Wood's face pulled into an amazed smile. What was it about Gryffindor beaters?

"Bring me a cauldron." The professor asked, ignoring his class.

Ciara sighed and found a sparkling specimen.

"This should have taken you the day."

She shrugged, "I'm a quick worker. Now can I have my wand back? I'm really late for flying."

Snape glared at her and returned her wand, "Next time, you'll be here all day. You'll regret every word you said."

Ciara nodded, as good as ignoring him, and, as she left, flicked a ball of paper towards Percy. Wood opened it for him and read: Tell your brothers thanks for the tip- there's no way I could have cleaned all those without magic!

Percy groaned as their friend grinned and said, "The twins are leaving a legacy!"