Disclaimer: I do not own Rose Weasley or Scorpius Malfoy or James Potter II or Albus Potter or Victoire Weasley…
A/N: This chapter begins the week before Christmas break. Just don’t want you to be too confused.
I ran into the room and came to a halt in front of two similar glaring pairs of eyes. “Sorry, sorry! I ran into a bit of trouble down the hall.” Trouble that went by the name of Tristan Zabini. He thought it would be funny to charm my shoes to float in the air. He, first of all, couldn’t charm them but a few inches high and second, couldn’t run as fast as me. I don’t think he’ll be attempting to charm me again anytime soon.
“I’ve been waiting here for a half an hour! If we want to charm your cousins tomorrow, we have to put the finishing touches on the plan and I have an essay due tomorrow that I’m not done with!” Wow, Sophie’s really mad. I guess she wants that essay done at a reasonable time- oh crap! I have an essay due tomorrow too!
“The plan is almost done. We’ve been putting the finishing touches on it for a week.” Rion grins at me. “Rose has got Victoire, you do James’s pink, sparkling hair, and I fix Albus,” he says, rolling his eyes at me. I chose that part of the plan. I can’t wait to get Vicky back for all the pain and suffering she’s put me through.
“And the signal is the candle blowing out. We’ve been over this a million times, Soph. I don’t even know why you wanted to meet in secret in ‘the dark of night’.” That was the exact phrase she used, too. ‘The dark of night’. What is this, a bad horror movie?
“It sounded cooler than ‘let’s make sure you two don’t screw up and get us all expelled’, ok?” Sophie sat down at the desk with a huff. “I just wanted to make sure everything’s settled. There’s nothing wrong with that.
“Yeah, well, oh well!” Damned brain. It picks the worse times to fail on me. Oh well? I’m pathetic. I can’t believe the best thing I came up with was ‘oh well’.
“Oh yes, because that’s an intelligent comeback.” Sophie rolls her eyes at me. “And you’re sure you know the permanent spell?” No, I’ve forgotten it from all the hours we practiced. “Per-”
“Permia mentes, I know, I know. I’m not stupid or anything.” Not that it’ll last very long, of course. Basically, it’s the permanent spell without being permanent. It lasts a month at the most, but Sophie says there’s no way mine will last nearly that long. Whatever. It’s not as if I care or anything. Just as long as it lasts two weeks I’ll be good.
“Earth to space girl. No more magic until after we do it, k? I don’t want you to mess up and get us all in loads of trouble.” As if I would! I’d laugh if it was her and her little rules that get us in the most trouble.
Of course then we’d be in trouble so I wouldn’t be laughing. “Yeah, well I’ll be even more tired if I don’t get any sleep tonight.” I had a trip to the lake planned, but this little meeting dashed my hopes. That’s a cool phrase. “Dashed my hopes.”
“What dashed your hopes for what, Rosie?” Rion asks with a smile on his face.
“Nothing, I was just- Hey look at the time. shouldn’t we be getting out of here? Don’t want Filch to catch us in the halls.” I’d out run him though. Especially with Uncle George’s map he gave me. Actually, Freddie has the original, but Uncle George made a copy for me. It has all these awesome passage ways on it so I’ll never get lost.
Rion drags me by my arm out of the classroom and into the corridor. “What was that for? I was just thinking.”
“Sophie looked like she was gonna hit you. I thought it’d be better for us to leave now instead of risking a fight that would bring Filch running.” Oh. Well in that case, I guess it was a good idea.
We run all the way back to the common room and the portrait of the mustache man. He looks at us scornfully and sniffs. I glare up at his black eyes as meanly as is possible. It’s not like I love having to tell him the password to get into the common room. “Always pure.”
He swings open for us and we step inside. A lot of the students are already in bed which is kind of surprising since it’s only ten thirty. Usually it’s not quiet until past eleven. Not that Rion or I go to sleep before then. The early bird gets the worm, but the smart worms sleep late!
We collapse onto one of the big armchairs in front of the crackling fire. “Look at the little firstie half blood.” Rion jumps up and glares at the older blokes, but I just roll my eyes. I mean, he just called me a half blood. I think I’ll live.
“Don’t talk to her like that!” Aw! He sounds concerned for my well-being. Ew- did I just say well-being?
The fifth years- or fourth or sixth years, it’s hard to tell sometimes- ignore Rion and continue on with their taunting. They’re real beginners, Freddie and James are much better. Although that’s not to say that I enjoy being called a half blood, I’ve just heard worse.
“And her mother is a filthy mudblood.” Really now? I couldn’t see that one coming.
“Shut up!” Rion’s so sweet, trying to defend my honor or whatever it is that he’s doing. I can take care of myself though and comments about my blood type really don’t bother me. You don’t hear muggles walking around putting down people cause they’re O negative, do you?
I yawn widely, mostly for show because that’s half the battle, and stand up slowly. “Are you really going to comment on my mother? I think that’s a little too close to the American ‘yo mama’ jokes, don’t you? Just a tad pathetic.”
The second biggest one (and apparently the dumbest) glances at Rion. “You need her to fight all your battles, Malfoy. Think of that, a Malfoy relying on a Weasley female.” Tell me he did not just refer to me as a ‘Weasley female.’ If he wasn’t about twice as big as me, I would be kicking his butt right now.
“C’mon Rion. I don’t wanna spend anymore time with these jerks.” One of the blokes grabs my shoulder and shoves me against the wall.
“Don’t take that tone with me, weasel. If I want you to talk, I’ll tell you to talk.” The biggest one grabs Rion and shoves him up against the wall too.
“Get your bloody hands off of me!” I shout and shove him as hard as I can. A light flicks on and the room brightens. A girl in pajama bottoms and a tank top that looks way too cold for December is standing in the doorway holding her wand out.
“What’s going on here?”
The bloke holding me drops his arms and the one holding Rion does the same. “Nothing, Kelly. These two were bothering-”
“I don’t believe I was talking to you, Minchi,” She replies, her voice cold and kind of sharp. I’m guessing ‘Kelly’ didn’t like him too much. “I was talking to the little first years you were about to beat up.”
“Nothing was going on, Kelly.” I say as sickly sweet as I possibly can. “Mincho here was just teaching me some holds for…um…karate.” Except I’ve seen some karate movies and you don’t usually throw people against the wall in karate and hold them there with brute force.
Kelly glances from me to Mincho to Rion then back to his buddies. “He called her mother a mudblood,” Rion blurts out.
“Minchi!” Kelly glares at the biggest boy (whose name is apparently Minchi, not Mincho).
“Well-” Rion looks kind of sheepish and shrugs his shoulders. “She scares me.” I look at Kelly. She can’t be older than a fifth year, but she scares me too, a little. I don’t know what it is, exactly, but she has this vibe that- I dunno. She just has this weird vibe.
“You do not just insult people’s mother, Minchi. Learn some respect or I’ll curse it into you.” Kelly waved her wand threateningly as she spoke and I really think she may try to curse some respect into him.
“Whatever, Kells. I was just joking around.” Really now? He could have fooled me. “Weren’t we?” He gives me and Rion a pointed look. Whatever. He’s a total moron.
“I’m going to bed. You can all decide what happened, but I’m tired ad beyond caring.” I turn to Rion and give him a sharp look. “I will see you tomorrow morning at breakfast, correct?” And just so he doesn’t forget, I’ll wake him up early tomorrow morning.
He sighs loudly and heads up to his dormitory while I walk past Kelly. She takes a few steps out and flicks her wand at Minchi. “Furnunculus!” I don’t actually see what happens to his body, but he yelps loudly enough for me to know that it wasn’t very enjoyable experience.
I’ll have to remember that one for later. I haven’t done anything to Freddie yet.
In my dorm, the lights are out and Jayla and Winter are dead asleep. I flick a small light on and begin writing an essay for Charms that’s due in two days about levitation.
Naturally I am woken up at seven by Winter’s alarm clock. I swear, one day I’m just gonna curse it into oblivion. Although at this point it’s gotten to be routine.
“Oh, the sun’s so bright today!” And it just keeps getting worse. I swear, one day after I curse the alarm clock into oblivion, I’m gonna curse Jayla into oblivion.
“Aw, shut up.” Do they actually think I love being woken up at seven in the morning, every single morning? Except today, since I needed to be woken up. Which reminds me, I need to go rudely wake up Rion.
I grab my robes and head over to his room. One of his roommates, Daniel, is already awake and working on an essay. He’s kind of a freak. I see him doing his homework whenever I see him. Which isn’t that much, but that’s still a lot of time spent on homework.
I poke Rion’s nose with tip of my wand. He grunts and swats it away. I poke him again, harder. His eyes flutter open for a moment before he pulls his covers over his head. “Go ‘way, Rose.”
“Not until you get up. Today is the big day! Today is the day I finally get Victoire back for all those times she was awful to me.” And James. And Albus. But mostly Victoire. “So, up!”
I pull Rion’s covers off him and drag him out of bed. I grab his robes and shove him toward the bathroom. “Go change so we can go down to the Great Hall. I’ve been waiting for this since the first week of school.” Rion goes in for about five minutes, then comes out, looking extremely disheveled.
“Fine, let’s go.” I take his hand and pull him up a flight of steps toward the Great Hall. “I can’t even open my eyes,” he says, leaning his head on my shoulder.
“Oh, that’s ok. There’s nothing to see. Slughorn’s in a speedo, Albus is in a skirt. James is wearing-”
“Oh my god!” His head snaps off my shoulder instantly. “I can never close my eyes again.” Yeah, well I need him awake to curse Albus. “Do you have any idea of the mental images I now have stored forever in my brain? I think they left permanent scars.”
“Do you see Sophie anywhere?” I look for Sophie in the mass of Ravenclaw students who seem to enjoy being up early in the morning. Their table is always the most full in the morning for some odd reason.
“Sophie’s not even up yet! Well that’s just great. We get to sit here and wait for her to wake up because she is sane and knows there is no reason to get up this early in the morning.” Rion drops in a seat at our table and puts his head in his arms. “And I didn’t even bring my wand!”
I pull his wand from my robes and poke him in the back of the head with it. “I remembered. I’ve got mine too.” At least one of us is semi awake in the morning. And it’s a good thing that person is me.
“Tell me when Sohpie and Victoire get here,” Rion mutters into his arms. I look around the room quickly.
“Wait, Victoire’s not up yet?”
“Real observant, aren’t you?” How does he wander into the room ninety percent asleep and still notice more than I do? It’s like he has a sixth sense or something. “James was up and attempting to flirt with some blond girl, Albus was with that brown haired bloke, and Victoire and Sophie aren’t even here yet.” Unbelievable. Un-freaking-believable.
“Oh, no here’s Victoire.” Oh my god. I just had a horrid though, a really, really horrid thought. “What happens if they leave before Sophie gets here? The entire thing could be ruined! Oh, we’re done for.”
Rion sits up and glares at me. “Nothing is going to go wrong. The entire Weasley/Potter clan sits there until breakfast is over and then they head to their classes. Sophie spent an entire month studying their habits.”
“Really?” That’s actually kind of comforting, to know that Sophie’s an obsessive prat who will make absolutely sure nothing goes wrong.
“No. I just said that to shut you up. Have some marmalade with your toast.” He thrusts it under my nose with the hand that wasn’t rubbing his eyes sleepily. “Stay shut up or I’ll curse you silent.”
Silly little boy. “We don’t learn how to curse people silent for years.”
“Then I’ll curse you some other way, and I will find an awful curse.” I have no doubt in my mind that he could find a curse worthy of fear. I shut my mouth and take a bite off toast, just biding my time until Sophie gets here and we can do something about my precious cousins.
“Hey, Rion. D’you think that we could possibly curse Victoire and-”
“But just until Sophie-”
“Rose,” He says with loads of fake patience, “We’ve been over this. If we don’t curse them at the same time, they might leave and then James wouldn’t get cursed. I’m sure you don’t want that.” Well, no. That would disrupt the plans ever so slightly.
Rion loads his plate with bacon and eggs and starts stuffing his face. I never did understand how he could eat so much in the morning. I nibble on my toast for a bit, my eyes completely focused on the door. With Victoire, James, and Albus here already, the only person we’re waiting for is Sophie. And she had better not be late.
I mean, I don’t know that many curses, but if she messes this up I will personally cast every curse I can find on her. It may take years of study and research, practicing spell after spell- oh, never mind. She’s here. We’re good.
I nudge Rion and point to Sophie who makes her way slowly to the Ravenclaw table. “If she moves any slower I think we’ll have to give her a bunch of cats and christen her the old cat lady.”
“That was extremely clever, Rose.”
Thanks for rubbing my face in it. “It’s early. I’m sleepy.” I think he leeched all the happy energy I had. “If you want clever, come back in three hours. Now shut up and look for the signal.”
Sophie jabs her wand subtly in our direction and the candle flickers out. Rion grins at me and fingers his wand. “This is it, the moment we’ve been waiting for, Rosie.” He flicks his wand and murmurs the charm under his breath and I mirror him.
For a moment there’s silence, well not exactly silence, but nothing changes in the noise level, then a shriek comes from the Gryffindor table. An extremely high-pitched, feminine shriek. Naturally it’s Albus. Apparently James pointed out the change in his hair color without noticing his own. “My hair!”
His lavender hair glitters in the light. There’s an even louder shriek, or more like a scream, from Victoire. “What happened to my hair?!” Her hair is mostly bald on the sides with a thin Mohawk right down the center.
Well, a little bit more on the right side, but it’s close enough. James’s hair is probably the best, though. It’s a very delicate shade of fuchsia, and it not only sparkles like glitter, but the tips keep flashing with light. I don’t know how Sophie managed to do that, but it’s definitely awesome.
McGonagall, being the Headmistress and all, appears at the Gryffindor table almost immediately. “What is going on here? Why is your hair pink, Potter?”
Rion covers his mouth with his hand and shakes with laughter. I dig my elbow into his side in an attempt to make him stop, and glance over at Sophie. She’s still twirling her wand around her fingers. When Sophie notices me looking at her, she grins and imitates Victoire’s face when she realized she was half bald.
I stifle my laughter and glance over at my precious cousins. Victoire is still holding her head in her hands as though sheer force of will can make her hair grow back. Just so she knows, it can’t. Nothing will make it grow back for at least a week or two. The charm lasts for about a month, but Sophie insists it won’t last more than two weeks for me.
McGonagall is still glaring at James and Albus as though it’s their fault her meal was interrupted and all, instead of mine. “What is the meaning of all this, Potter?”
James looks around furiously and his eyes catch on me. Well, more so my wand that I’m still holding. “I bet she did it!” He points at me and Rion shrinks a little bit beside me. “She was always doing that at home!”
Ok, now that is just a blatant lie. I never did anything like this at home because I couldn’t use magic. Although I did pull a couple muggle pranks on them, but not anything near this good. McGonagall marches over to me and I try to hide my wand.
“Miss Weasley, what have you to say for your self?”
“Nothing McG, I mean Professor, ma’am.” Rion sniggers and McGonagall gives him a sharp look.
“Malfoy-” for the first time she seems to notice that everyone in the Great Hall, including the teachers, are staring at us. “Come with me, Malfoy, Miss Weasley, and Potter.” Victoire’s already gone, so I guess McG doesn’t care so much about her.
“I can’t believe she turned my hair pink!” James mutters as we walk by the Ravenclaw table.
Sophie fixes him with a pointed stare and stands up. “It’s not pink, it’s fuchsia!” Oh yes, she is definitely the most intelligent girl I know.
“Miss Arron?” Sophie turns beat red and grabs her book that she’d been reading.
“Yeah, I know. I’m coming.” She glares at me, as though she got in trouble because me, and follows the rest of us out and to McG’s office.
The two gargoyles leer at us until McG says, “Albus” and they jump aside. Interesting password in my opinion. I wonder if she had a thing for the old Headmaster, Dumbledore. Although I think he was a lot older. Possibly.
We enter her office and Albus and James move as far from us as the small space permits. I don’t know if they’re scared of us, or think weirdness (or whatever it is they think of us) is catching.
“Now. Would someone like to tell me what is going on?”
For a moment no one says anything. Sophie, Rion, and I don’t want to incriminate ourselves further and James and Albus don’t have any proof. “She cursed my hair pink!” James explodes, pointing at me.
I glance at Sophie who shrugs. We can’t really get ourselves out of this, so we might as well just admit. “Actually, I charmed your hair fuchsia,” Sophie tells him, smiling sweetly. “We didn’t mean anything by it, Headmistress, honest.” Sophie gives McG a smile that doesn’t look too fake.
“My hair is lavender, Professor. I don’t like my hair lavender.” I believe that is one of the more intelligent things Albus has ever said. Seriously.
“This sort of behavior cannot be condoned at Hogwarts. I’m sure you understand that Miss Weasley.”
She glances at me in a way that implies I’m supposed to say something. “Uh, yes Professor, we understand.” We do, I just don’t think it matters to us.
“You will each receive detention, next Thursday at six sharp you are to be in the trophy room, Malfoy. Miss Weasley and Arron will both be scrubbing the floors of the bathrooms without the use of magic.”
What? That’s like, slave labor or something. And what’s the deal with the no magic rule? I don’t think there will be a time in my life where I’m going to be scrubbing floors without magic. “But Professor-”
Sophie kicks me hard in the shin and Rion jabs me with his elbow in the ribs. I wince and glare at both of them. “Yes, Professor,” Rion says and takes a step back. “If we can go now?”
“That’s all they’re getting for turning my hair pink?!” James shouts. “I can’t believe this! Why not just invite them to do it again?” We won’t do it again because that would be boring and uncreative. We’ll think up something better for next time.
“Calm down, Potter, unless you would like detention as well.” James shuts up, but glares at us. I think we’d all better watch our backs because he is not going to be pleased when his hair doesn’t change back for a while.
Rion, Sophie, and I back out and hurry down the steps. When we’re safely out, Sophie smirks. “That was awesome!”
“I dunno,” Rion says, looking at the two of us. “I mean, it was great and all, but he’s seriously going to want revenge. Did you see his face?”
“Which one? James was incensed, but Albus was just standing there- doh.” Sophie cracks up as I say this and we head back to our common room. I mean rooms. It’s hard to remember Sophie’s not in Slytherin with us.
“What are your parents going to say when you get home?” Oh, I hadn’t really thought about that in depth.
“They’ll be pretty pissed at me. I mean, I took out three cousins all in one prank, that takes skill. I guess I’ll just hide in my secret little room until it’s time to come back. Aren’t your parents gonna be mad?”
Rion shakes his head. “No, my Dad’ll probably congratulate me on pranking them in my first term and tell me not to get caught next time. Although he’s horrified I’m friends with you. You saw the owls.” I did. Draco Malfoy sent Rion about twenty letters about how he shouldn’t associate with me yadda yadda yadda. It was pretty tiresome.
“Well I for one am glad my parents are muggles and they have no idea what’s going on.”
Sophie has all the luck sometimes. We reach the portrait and Sophie sighs. “Guess I’ll see you in class then.” She heads back the way we came and Rion and I enter the common room.
“You know, it’s weird.”
“What’s weird?” Rion asks, heading up the boys’ staircase.
“People always told me there was this huge rivalry between the Houses, like everybody hated each other or whatever, but I haven’t really seen that. It’s more like certain people hate each other and everyone else is just cool.” I pause and Rion doesn’t say anything. “Unless I’m just crazy.”
“Oh, you’re definitely crazy, Rosie. That I am sure of.” I laugh and head up to my room to grab my bag.
A/N: I know this chapter isn’t great, but I’ve had an awful case of writer’s block.
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