"Back in America, where I'm from…" She sighed, opening her locket, flipping to the picture of her and Lee. "Let's just say I've lost a lot too, but there's still someone waiting for me back home. His name is Lee." Closing the locket, she tucked it under her shirt, "and he's waiting for me back home at camp. Though it will probably be quite a long while before I see him again in person."
She bit her lip adding, "he taught me how to sing, we both love music so I don't much want to sing at the moment." Starting back towards the dormitories, she heard Harry quietly say
"Your life really is terrible, "Morgan turned smirking now as they climbed through the portrait hole saying, "Trust me, I am willing to bet yours is worse."
Grace sat cross-legged on her bed, reading the council scene from Fellowship of the Ring. Her mind wandered away to Middle Earth, then an explosion of Ancient Greek curse words came from outside the door and she rolled her eyes. Walking to the door and opening it to see Morgan sprawled on the ground, her robes tangled around her feet, "I swear this stupid thing will be the death of me." Offering a hand, Grace adopted her stern voice, what Morgan called her 'Chiron tone' she said, "language." Her friend rolled her eyes and took her hand. She pulled the other girl to her feet and strode back into the room.
Her hand felt damp, so she glanced down. Her fingers were stained scarlet. "What the Hades?" She glanced at Morgan, who was digging into her bag with her right hand, that was odd, normally, she would use her left hand for anything but writing. She walked to the bathroom to wash off her hand but her mind raced, what was going on. When she came back out, Morgan had laid down on the bed and was holding a familiar-looking canteen.
"Why do you have nectar?" Grace asked, Morgan cursed, and she caught a glimpse of her friend's left hand. "What did she do to you," Morgan just grimaced, saying. "If you think this is bad, you should see what Harry's hand looks like, this bitch needs to go to a therapist for something she's off the deep end." Walking over, she took her friend's hand, the cuts were still bleeding and spelled out, I must respect my superiors. "
That psychotic headcase is torturing students," Grace said before grabbing a cloth from the bathroom and soaking it in nectar. Her friend took it gratefully and wrapped the cloth around her hand, "we need to stop her." Morgan glanced up to meet her gaze pulling off the cloth to inspect her now healed hand, "don't you worry I'm already working on that."
Morgan slipped down the staircase silently, seeing the two familiar and identical redheads sitting in the common room. Her hand still ached but she really couldn't give a single shit, "are you two ready?" She asked as she came down the stairs, her face stretching into a mischievous smirk that rivaled that of the twins. "Why wouldn't we be," they said in unison and Morgan smiled, pulling out her wand and saying, "Then get your asses over here." Once they came over, she waved her hand and wand, the latter only to cover the Mist that she wrapped tightly around the three of them. To anyone besides the twins or herself, they would see nothing, grinning widely she muttered, "Let's go make Umbitch pay."
"Where were you these last few nights," Grace asked for what seemed the fiftieth time this week. "I told you, you'll know soon enough," her friend muttered. The pair of them were trailing the trio down to Potions and Grace could see an impatient gleam in her friend's golden eyes. She wondered what was in the cards that made her friend so anxious to go to one of the classes she despised the most. They sat down and pulled out copies of, "the book Will would kill for," before a loud bang echoed throughout the room.
Snape came walking in, barely spending three minutes talking before Grace and Morgan had begun the day's assignment. She saw her friend take out her wand and direct it across the room under the table, and not three seconds later, Morgan had tucked it back into her robes and was cutting the weird-looking bean she had grabbed for the potion.
Suddenly an immense bang sounded, and with a flash of light, Morgan had to suppress the grin that tried to spread across her face. Snape's traditional dour black ensemble was now bright, neon pink, edged with loads of lace, and his greasy hair was curled in a princess style. A roar of laughter raced through the room, and Morgan kept her head down if only to avoid the oversized bat seeing her guilty face.
She slit the bean allowing the weird plant to do whatever the Hades it was supposed to before hearing Snape snap, "Class dismissed." Grinning, she shoved her things into her satchel and raced out the door with the rest of the class. "This was your doing," Grace said worriedly, but Morgan only grinned maliciously and told her, "And it's only the beginning."
Fifty minutes later, Morgan waited in her seat, her wand hidden up her sleeve, as Satan herself came in. The spell the twins had taught her was still fresh in her mind. She waited for Umbridge to pass before twirling her wand and muttering the incantation under her breath.
She tucked her wand into her pocket and bent her head over Defensive Magical Theory chapter two. Then a high-pitched shriek rang through the classroom, and she looked up. The witch's normal pink ensemble was now ebony black. The normally iron-gray curls were a brilliant blue, and across the witch's face, spelled out in large yellow pustules, was the word BITCH. She lowered her head to the book once more.
The witch who stood before them was humiliated. The class, previously roaring with laughter, sat in silence, and she couldn't help but ask, "Professor, what just happened?" The witch shot her a murderous glare before dismissing the class, which made Morgan smile and, when she was out of hearing range, burst into hysterical laughter. "What else do you have planned," Grace asked, amusement dancing in her gray eyes. "A fair bit more. But it's not just me," she grinned over her friend's shoulder at the twins, who looked elated.
"Did you do it," she smirked at them and said, "If you listen carefully, you can still hear Dumbridge shrieking." The grins that split the twin's face gave her serious Stoll flashbacks, and they made their way to the Great Hall for dinner. All around them, Snape and Umbridge's makeovers were the talk of the hall, every student trying to figure out how it had happened. Until shouts of anger rose from the Slytherin table, and Morgan burst into laughter once more.
Grace felt the laughter in her chest bubble until she could not restrain it anymore. She roared with laughter. Every single Slytherin had brilliant fiery red hair that rivaled the Weasleys, and Morgan beside her was doubled over in hysterics leaning on one of the twins to avoid collapsing. Draco's dumbfounded look was enough to set Grace gasping for air, and the Gryffindor table exploded with laughter that could topple a mountain. From beside her, Morgan called out, "Malfoy, you make a very nice ginger."
A very confused look spread across the face of every Gryffindor as Morgan dropped into her seat and began piling food onto her plate. Grace couldn't help but grin even if her friend would get the telling off of her life when they got back to the dorms.