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We made our way down to the Great Hall (as in the BAMFs and I), me still slightly disheveled as I always was after waking up. I was quite excited for owl post though- my sister will have probably sent me a letter. She’s working as a Muggle doctor in London, so I haven’t seen her in quite a while. I skipped through the double doors (it boosts my energy) and smiled in delight once I saw COTTAGE CHEESE on the dinner table. I swear, it has to be the best food that existed and I was blessed by it thanks to the love of Ganesh Ji.
I grabbed a few baked crackers and spooned a thick layer of cottage cheese on top of it. Grace looked at it digusted, and I grinned. I opened my mouth into a large hole, ready to swallow the piece of heaven, when a mass of owls flew in through the windows. I guess heaven would have to wait- I’m still in purgatory. I snatched the letter, which I could tell was my sister’s by the handwriting and it looked very neat which meant one thing. This letter was filled with beautiful rainbow monkey joy! I ripped it open, not caring for the envelope and began reading.
Dear my beloved little brother, I scowled. She constantly said that she may as well have had a brother.
How are you? I miss you so much and you’re already back at Hogwarts! What are you up to? How are classes? I love having a magical sibling, you can help me make the most magical (note the pun)… wedding. I stared curiously at the paper, and read on. I’m getting married! My fork clanged to the table and my mouth fell open, and I ignored the fork that clanged to the table on the other side of the hall as I was in shock. I… I fell in love! Now I now this is something I should tell you in person, but the problem is I couldn’t keep it from you and I’ve got so many preparations and I’ve just fixed it with mum and dad. The wedding is in two months! My mouth fell further open. I’ve attached a picture of the one, and I know you don’t believe in this lovey dovey stuff and hunks, etc. like a freak but it’s such a wonderful feeling! I feel on top of planet Pluto! He’s a pureblood wizard (co-incidence much!) and we met in London when I was asked to show muggle doctor techniques to some wizarding healers since I already know about the magical world. Now don’t get all pissy with him. The reason I know he’ll take care of me is because he left his family for me when they didn’t want him to be with a muggle! Who do you know who would abandon their family just for any girl? He truly cares for me JHe sounded OK, not one to mess with my sister’s feelings… What can I say? I get a bit protective even though she’s 7 years older than me- no one messes with her emotions on my watch. He’s gorgeous, a healer at St. Mungo’s and his name is Matthew- I’ve put a pic of him in this letter. Even your boyish but straight mind should be able to comprehend he is F. I. T. No jokes, sis.
I want include him into our family more, since he no longer has one, thanks to me (you cannot imagine the guilt going through me, though Matt says I shouldn’t be). You’re gonna love me for this. I’ve convinced your Headmistress for you and your eight mates to come home for two weeks before the wedding! Matt’ll be there and maybe his brother as well if his brother still wants to be in contact with him- I think he’s at Hogwarts right now! You might know him... Mum’s a bit uneasy with the guys comin’ and your mates over so don’t push it- I don’t get why she doesn’t understand the day you try something with a guy is the day it rains sheep. Though with magic, that might be possible… Anyways, back on track. You better get used to wearing stunning dresses and make up on that even more stunning face! I rolled my eyes. I would never give in to my sister’s futile attempts to me look like barf. This is because you are obviously my maid of honour, which means you have to look nearly as stunning as me! I mean you’re already drop dead gorgeous, you just need to take off that hood, and pop a bit of mascara on. I dropped the letter as if it was a flame and had singed my hand. She’s a damn idiot if she thinks I will touch that shit she calls make up. They make your face look plastic- does she want me to be a Barbie doll? She probably does but back to the issue at hand, I had to be her maid of honour. She was so special to me, and the best sister I could’ve had (even if she’s always onto me about not being girly)- she’d be devastated if I wasn’t beside her. I would be too. I could be best man? Okay, yes, even I admit that’s an idiotic idea. It’ll probably be this Matthew’s brother… Awesome, at least someone roughly my age would be there up on the podium thingymabob- my sister is 24, so Matthew is probably around that age as well. I swear those speeches are light years long. I picked up the photo. He looked like a nice lad, nice smile, no smirks or hint of cockiness- he also looked familiar. He might’ve gone to Hogwarts when I was in first year… Nah- just me with my addled brains… Love you lots and lots, your ‘Muggle’ but awesome sister, Preeti.
“What’s up?” muttered Black, confused at my distorted face (because of mixed emotions). I probably looked like a super-awesome clown. Wicked. I quickly explained what was going to happen, and by the end of this brief summary of events everyone looked excited like they should be. This is gonna be totally awesome.
It was lunch, and we were making our way back from the Great Hall to the common room to grab our music shizz since we, you guessed it, had music next. Cue yays from all directions!
“Listening assessment today in music,” groaned Joise and I gaped. Listening assessment? Doh. They were not only boring, but incredibly difficult at NEWT level. At least for the sixth years their marks didn’t have a huge effect on their grades, whereas any assessment or composition we do this year in class contributes to our NEWT grades at the end of the year. I may die if I don’t get an Outstanding. Where? In a dark, damp, dusty, soundless hole (yes I know soundless does not begin with ‘d’, and therefore does not work with the pattern but soundless refers to lack of music which is always depressing).
“Why oh why must this fate befall us?” I whined, and they again simultaneously rolled their eyes! Why are my mates so frightening?
“Stop whining, you always say to be cheerful, so cheer up,” replied Heather. I smiled sarcastically at her, and stroked my imaginary, totally awesome beard.
“What could cheer me up… I know!” I cheered, and somehow grabbed my eight mates and began running to the one-eyed witch hump passage that led to Hogsmeade. “How much time do we have till music?”
“About 10 minutes. Why?” asked Mark. I ignored his last question, and knew even though I didn’t half much time I would do this.
“Don’t talk, just run!” We ran all the way down the passage at top speed (boy, was I tired as a lama just returning from taking 3 wise men across the desert- or was that a camal?) and quickly arrived in the storage part of honeydukes.
“You wanted sweets?” grinned Joise, the one addicted to sweets of any kind.
“Not what I had in mind, but we can grab some later since everyone always wants sweets at every moment. Okay, I want you to wait here guys, I’ll be back in the next five minutes.” I heard choruses of buts before I apparated on the spot.
To where you may ask? China.
This has to be one of the stupidest plans you have ever come up with.
Ah, but Mickelo, you have yet to hear my ingenious plan.
I’m in your brain. I know everything you know.
Of course. In more detail I have apparated to China-
Because she’s a dumbarse.
No need for that sort of language!
Yes I know I use it a lot myself. Anyways, China, more specifically the pond in the back of my witch penpal’s house. Her name’s Qiao Qiao- cool, no? I asked McGonagall if I could have a penpal from every country. She said she’d give me a list and I would have to find who I’d want. I picked them according to size of house, location, yada yada- I have one in every country. In my meanings, a penpal is someone who you know, not someone who you have to continuously write to and then start to dislike them because you realise they can be really annoying. That’s why I don’t write to people. No, not because they might think I’m annoying. Who could ever think that?
I conjured a plastic bag and scooped up some water along with my favourite goldfish, Niu Niu! Guess what his name means in English? Cow. How wicked is that? A goldfish named cow. She said I could take whatever I wanted from the pond as she doesn’t care for it. How insulting. But it had it’s advantages. For example, I have a new pet.
You went all the way to China, to get a normal goldfish.
Niu Niu is not just any goldfish, Mickelo! He’s special.
I apparated back.
When I arrived I heard the sound of gushing water but didn’t see it anywhere. All I saw were boxes of glorious sweets and my eight mates staring at me in shock horror. Heather, always the smart one, flicked her wand and it stopped. I looked down and saw a puddle of water around me. So the bag had broken when I apparated (I never truly got the hang of it, don’t know how I passed)- oh well, it was fixed now. I grinned gratefully at Heather and launched into my exciting tale of my recruitment of Niu Niu.
Exciting? I think I should get my head checked.
I think you should get checked.
But I’m in your head.
… You make no sense!
Or do I?
No as in I do not or no as in I do do not?
Stop confusing me! Go away!
Oh. Bye then. Sorry Mickey!
Nah, he’s gone lazyarse.
“Dinner,” grinned Vicky, evilly. My eyes widened and I made sure Niu Niu was protected from the crazy people.
“So now that you’ve went to China to get your goldfish, shall we head to the common room to get our stuff?” asked James, and my eyes twinkled mischievously.
“Not yet, the master decides. Have patience grasshoppers…”
Currently I was disguised as a male ginger (I KNOW, AMAZING!) but with paler skin (brown skin + ginger hair = make everyone around you die), a six pack, muscle filled arms (though I already had them *wink*) wearing a vest top and some slacks, looking fit as thanks to our amazing transfiguration skills, thank you very much Ms. Patil. Oh and also some definitely not stolen gender changing potion from the store cupboard. Everyone had different disguises- I made James look like a worse version of Peter Pettigrew, since he was boasting in the morning about being such a handsome dude and getting the looks of the group. Now he’s a rat. Cue smirk.
I was for once the fittest of our group and not getting the chance to be a male specimen every day, (capiche? I may act like a boy, but I sure ain’t one no matter what Vicky says) I had the strongest temptation to just beginning the muggle song by LMFAO ‘Sexy and I know it’. Singing that while wiggling some parts that are not part of the female body- cue disturbing thoughts.
James, Vicky (because I was afraid she’d devour Niu Niu who I’d left with the rest due to my level of trust on them) and I were on a mission while the rest were in hiding (I told the others to try and get Mark and Charlotte to talk to each other again since I’m not good with mushy sentimental friendship bonding shizz) at the Honeydukes back room. It was our three’s mission to look through some of the books in the stores for a rainbow coloured spell. Why not the Hogwarts library? Because the librarian scares me.
We were in Flourish and Botts, where it was bound to be, and I went up to the sales desks casually, slipping my hands in my pockets. It wasn’t hard for me to walk like a guy- I always did anyway, apart from when skipping. I was slightly (make that GARGANTUALLY) unnerved though when some girl who looked like she dropped out of Hogwarts to become a prostitute winked at me. Cue multiple shudders and mental scarring. I went up to the cashier, and asked the man at the desk where I could find the charm to rainbow coloured spells. He stared at me curiously for a minute before snapping out of it and directing me to a book on rainbow colour changing charms (WOAH), flipping the page open to 1. There it was in all it’s glory of 5 pages! I left it open, in fear of losing the page and quickly handed him the appropriate amount of fake money, before grabbing Vicky and James and running out the store. We were broke, okay? And we were going to return the book, just at midnight when he’s asleep. We transformed into our normal selves on the way back, so he couldn’t tell where the ‘thief’ had gone. He’s always been a grumpy fellow. Even if we didn’t return it, who in their right mind would want on book on rainbow colour changing charms? In my defence, I’m not in my right mind therefore it makes sense that I would need it.
Back in the Honeydukes backroom I flipped open the book and grabbed Niu Niu with his packet of water. I poked my wand and prodded him once, to which he moved again, before keeping my wand on him and muttering the spell. What happened then was magical. Slowly, each of his glorious gills reflected different colours and let of an astoundingly bright glow. I had a rainbow goldfish who was Chinese and named Cow. Life could not get any better.
“Now all I need is a rainbow monkey,” I sighed in awe.
“Now all you need is a life,” snorted Vicky and I glared at her.
“And now all we need is to get to music before Flint rats us out to Professor Slimeball,” muttered Heather, trying to pull us back into the passage. Before I realised something catastrophic. Horrendous. Appalling. Horrific. Disastrous. I nearly had a heart attack.
Someone. Had. Took. Off. Niu. Niu. ‘s. Tail.
“ALRIGHT! WHO TOOK OFF THE TAIL?!” Everyone looked at me curiously. Bunch of lying gits. Trying to look all innocent!
“What the fuck, DJ?” was Mark’s reply. Sheesh, it was my turn to be moody! My new pet has no tail thanks to one of you lot!
“Someone’s destroyed my precious Niu Niu’s tail! It was the shit!”
“No they haven’t…” slowly added Grace, looking quite worried about my mental health. She should worry about her own! My rainbow fish had no tail!
“Of course they have!”
“The tail’s still there, Dinisha,” pointed out Olivia. Obviously falsely, because it wasn’t there and I saw- oh. It was there. One of them charmed it back there while it was ranting! I swear…
I stalked off into the passage, not fully put out because Niu Niu still had his beloved tail. Though I did hear something interesting behind me…
“A simple confundus charm can make a prank of its own,” smirked Vicky. I could hear the rest laughing. Oh, the prank war has begun…
Basically, every year Vicky played a prank against me, but the rest of our group felt pity for Vicky’s less smarts in the pranking industry and just generally so helped her… At least, that’s what they told me… So she does one at the beginning of the year and it starts! DJ/Dishwater/Dinisha/etc. vs. the not as BAMF rest of the crew. Let’s do this peeps…
We quickly hopped into our seats, and my mates, being the kind and gracious people they were, left me to sit beside Flint. Oh joy of joys.
“Why have you got a rainbow coloured goldfish?” came the banshee voice of his.
“Why are you alive?” I love my extra-BAMF wittiness. I am just amazing. He just cocked an eyebrow (lose the cool façade, mate, you ain’t cool) and turned back to his desk. Prat. Just then, when I was about to hit him with a subtle jelly legs jinx (I know, I’m evil) Professor I-don’t-know-shit-about-music-yet-here-I-am walks in. Have I actually told you his real name? It’s Professor Prattle. I think we should take away the ‘tle’ at the end. See what I did there? I’m an absolute genius.
“Listening assessment!” he declared, lazily flicking his wand so the papers plonked on our desks. Some went on the floor. That is what you call magical talent. I sighed, and looked down at the paper. It wasn’t that it was difficult, more that it wasn’t as carefree and enjoyable as the other aspects of music. Too much thinking. The other aspects of music came to you (apart from when sorting out chord sequences, arranging and picking appropriate instruments- e.g. don’t put the viola with the double bass).
He didn’t bother collecting them in, just sat at his non-deserved spinny chair reading about porn lives he would never have. Jokes, he couldn’t read. After ungracefully chucking my paper about a mile away from the desk, Flint snorting, realising no one would help me like they usually did because they were looking through their paper and me having to make the effort to walk over there and place it on the desk, I spotted something. Glorific. Wonderful. Breath-taking. Astonishing. Magnificent. I’m going to stop with these adjectives- makes me sound like a Thesaurus.
Basically, when I got recruited onto the Quidditch team in second year, I was so inspired by this Quaffle in the Captain’s room (where the equipment was kept) I snuck in and stole it so I could keep it to be my beloved. It went with me everywhere, no jokes. People asked where it was, I said I bought it from some Quidditch shop when truthfully I didn’t have the money for the expensive things. I swear the captain knew I had taken it, but prized my Keeper abilities so damn much that he let it go. Good ol’ guy he was. Obsessed with Quidditch, and a professional player now for Tutshill Tornadoes. You’re going down Wimbourne Wasps- there was a match next Saturday after our first practice. I support Puddlemere, but any match is a good match. Unless it involves the Chudley Cannons. I’d be gathering my team round the Wizard’s Wireless so we could pick out pointers as good commentators could inform junior Quidditch players about a lot of the techniques through their words. And fouls. Nasty stooging in some of them matches. Actually, in a lot of the Hogwarts matches as well if you think about it.
Back to the Quaffle, it held a place close to my heart, but inevitably got lost as everything I ever prized did. More specifically, the middle of last year. I refused to come out my room for a week. Got food from Dobina- did you even think that I would give up food for anything? Nada.
I cheered, screamed, shouted, cried (with joy) and did many other joyous things. We had a slow reunion (like the ones you see in romantic movies) and I picked it up and swirled it round. This has to be the happiest moment of my life.
Then the bell rings. Well, that kind of dampers the mood. Orchestra now…
We were all sat in our positions, waiting for Prof. Prat. The orchestra was quite large, but it was getting smaller and smaller thanks to the Prattiest of Professors. No one could deal with his shit. Excuse my amazing French, but even though I may not be Sirius, I’m sure he would say that this was a fucking joke.
Speak of the devil, in comes the all holy, Professor Prattle. Some sweet chilli sauce was dribbling down his triple chin, and his belly wobbled as he walked. He was so short, you couldn’t see his hands properly over the stand at its shortest height. Or maybe he was just to lazy. This is it, I can’t take this. He’s getting grease all over our Pirates of the Caribbean and Puddlemere United anthem (‘Beat Back Those Bludgers, Boys, and Chuck That Quaffle Here’, Flint and I surprisingly both support Puddlemere) music!
“That’s it!” I shrieked and was shocked to find another voice join me in unison. Flint’s voice more particularly. We both took a moment to glare at each other, before beginning on our oh so awesome rant. It would be super awesome if it didn’t involve Flint, but Prof. Prat was an even worse thing than Flint. At least he was somewhat human. I think. Am I? Back to the rant…
“You are an absolute git!”
“You don’t know shit about music!” Was this meant to be PG for the first years? Oopsies.
“You can stab us with a knife before we let you continue!”
“This orchestra has hope! You deserve to be a hobo!”
“With a guitar that you can’t even play!”
“And you wouldn’t be able to sing a note!”
“Or compose a pile of turd!”
“And all you do here is sit on your spinny chair!”
“That you shouldn’t have!”
“And don’t do anything!”
“LEAVE THIS SCHOOL AND GO LIVE YOUR SORRY EXCUSE FOR YOUR LIFE OR DON’T!”
“WE REALLY DO NOT GIVE A DAMN!”
Both Flint and I were breathing heavily. The BAMF crew looked smug that the student voice had spoke and were surprised yet pleased by the fact Flint was helping. Fourth years and up looked like they agreed and looked angry. Third years looked unsure of whether or not to question authority. Grow some balls. First and second years just looked scared shitless of us. Suddenly, a list appeared in front of the whole orchestra, on the wall of the Great Hall. And it was extending.
People Who Want to See Prattle Leave
Dishwater Singhania (Loving the fact they didn’t put my real name)
James Flint (Oh, so that’s his name… Wait. James?! The best name ever goes to HIM!! NOOOOOO!)
And not only were the names of the BAMF crew on their, but everybody in the orchestra, and of the school, staff, etc. and nobody was even writing on it. Heck, even McGonagall’s name was on there! Speaking of which, the lady herself just walked in, with a twinkle in her eye, and a calm smile on her lips. Prattle’s sweet chilli was still dripping and his mouth hung open, as he stared gobsmacked at the list that now had covered the tall wall of the Great Hall. People who didn’t even know him that well, had heard about him and seen him around school and wanted him gone.
“It seems, together, Miss. Singhania and Mr. Flint have performed a powerful piece of uncontrollable magic,” she stated, perfectly calm, and not at all worried about the seemingly permanent list of names written on the Great Hall’s wall.
“But, I thought we wouldn’t perform uncontrollable magic now that we’re learning it? Especially in seventh year?” he asked curiously.
“Ah, Mr. Flint, but this power was so strong that it overcame the barrier of control.” Big words, I’m not doing so well. Flint seemed to be understanding every word and nodding along. “Every now and then, emotions can work to facilitate one other. Particular emotions are even more powerful when both people are involved.”
“Such as hate between two people can merge into despise against one person?” questioned Flint, again using big words in fancy orders. I can’t understand a word of this.
“Or other particular emotions where two suitors are involved…” muttered McGonagall. Flint’s eyes widened.
“You couldn’t be suggesting such a ridiculous thing Professor, pardon my language?” Pardon his language? He usually talks normally, and swears, and now he’s talking like the characters in Pride and Prejudice (Muggle book) and saying pardon my language when saying ridiculous? God, he’s turning into Darcy in front of the Headmistress! And what is Minnie suggesting?
“But it is not me who suggested it about the two of you, it was only your heart and mind who formulated that theory.” Oh god, too many long words that I can’t make sense of. Flint didn’t seem pleased with McGonagall’s deliberation. See, a long word! But I can’t understand it when people put them into ancient English format, and start blabbering on. Good, if he’s not pleased, I am. “While Mr. Flint ponders on that, it seems by the thoughts of not only the student body, but staff, and governors you are not able to continue teaching here. You are welcome to stay in the guest partition of Hogwarts, but you are no longer teaching music or conducting the orchestra. Goodbye.” She sounded like the lady on that Muggle show, the Weakest Link, telling the person who was voted to sod off. Except much cooler than her, because Minnie could do epic magic. Like flicking her wand once and the names vanishing off the wall. Sad- I had grown fond of that list.
Prattle (no longer professor) slowly plodged out the hall as the rest of us comprehended what had just happened. The hall broke out into an explosion of cheers and some people even started playing celebratory songs on their instruments. Who cares if they had forgot to tune, at this moment we would not worry about tuning for we were all in bliss! I had the urge to do a back flip, that ended up with me on the ground, and was helped up by Flint. I guess our hate against one person took away the hate between us. Temporarily, of course. You thought it would last? That wouldn’t be no fun. Once the cheers died down, Flint decided to think practically.
“What’ll happen to the Music OWL and NEWT courses though? And the Orchestra? I know he was no help, but we need a teacher and a conductor.” McGonagall looked like her forever calm self and simply smiled.
“I happen to know a fine ex-student, who recently graduated who may be capable of teaching you.”
“But the Orchestra?” I added, worried. She couldn’t think about taking away the orchestra?
“I believe that’ll be better student led. I myself like a break from things time to time. I think it only appropriate you and Mr. Flint take charge of the orchestra since you led Mr. Prattle to his firing.” What I loved about Minnie was she had no hint of accusation in her voice. She was as laid back as when she said ‘ageing Filius’ to when she talked about how we were the reason Prattle got kicked out. Goodie. But then it kicked in.
“Me and Flint?”
“Singhania and I?” Stuff Flint and his grammar.
“Yes, I believe that’s what I meant when I mentioned both of you.”
“That would be correct.”
“Side by side?”
“Yes, Mr. Flint.”
“Arranging the pieces with each other?”
“Yes, Miss. Singhania.”
“Spending time with each other out of the Quidditch pitch, orchestra and class?”
“Yes, Mr. Flint, I believe that would be part of the job description.”
“Yes, Miss. Singhania. The two of you, together.”
“I’m busy,” we both hurriedly replied, resorting to extremities.
“I’m Quidditch captain-“
“I’m doing more NEWTs than most cause I’m not sure what I’m going to do-“
“Oh, Miss. Singhania, Mr. Flint, we all can distinguish that you have plenty hours for your beloved gathering of musicians.” I nudged Flint as in to ask what she meant and he mouthed ‘you’re lying bitches, you have time for orchestra’. Wow! I can lip read! That’s a first… Flint has surprisingly red lips. I bet his mum makes him put lipstick on. I feel sympathy, my mum does too.
“But not with it!” Geez, do I feel the love, Flint.
“Same, over here, this is a double sided hate! It’s like Oxygen particles, they just don’t wanna be in a pair! Our BAMF crew is even an odd number! We’re all oxygen particles, I tell you!” I’m a genius, now no one can tell me I’m dumb. Flint lent over and I wondered if he was going to start a punch up right now, before I realised he was whispering something to me. Hot breath, yeouch.
“Oxygen particles always go around in pairs. You’ll find they are very much unlike us,” he whispered, yet somehow snarled.
“Say what?” I said shocked. This is what I get for being a witch, and missing out on secondary school chemistry. Or maybe we learnt that in primary… Huh.
“Yeah, I read it in a Muggle Chemistry book,” he gulped, ruffling his hair and scrunching up his sleeves to try and remind himself he wasn’t he geek. He wasn’t though. Unfortunately, he was just smart. And loved by most the school. Excluding the BAMF crew and me. In his face, the giant sod.
“You read?” came the exclamation from Vicky. I knew there was a reason I loved that girl. He looked uncomfortable, which is why I’m guessing Minnie decided to leave and take her aura with her. Now Flint and I (correct grammar now, ey?) were left dumbstruck in front of about 50 people who had musical instruments in hand. I swear I saw Vicky smirking from her seat. Tell me why I loved her again? Not to mention the rest of the BAMF crew who were sniggering. I will get her back…
“No orchestra today!” declared Flint and everyone looked slightly put out, but that was probably the best decision since we had not a clue of what to do. But people looked depressed… Come on, brain… Mickelo! I NEED YOUR HELP!
Don’t go all cheesy superhero on me! I’m in need of help!
Guess I’m on my own. Thanks a lot Mickey. I know! The one salvation for all! I actually know!
“Oi! First years through fourth years, as celebration for lack of Prattle you get to have a party in the Gryffindor common room tonight, the password won’t be active 6pm-10pm. I bet Minnie will already know now, and get it set. We guys always have parties, so now its your turn. I’ll put… Loro in charge. You’re a fourth year, correct?” The person in question, who’s name meant parrot in Spanish, grinned and nodded and they all skipped out the hall with whatever happy little ideas they had for their tea party. Time for the big kid shit.
“Alright, we are gonna pump Hogwarts down until it’s a pile of effin’ rubble. BAMFs! Over here! Alright, Black, Vicky, you’re in charge of booze you drunkards, just don’t drink any on the way here. You know the best. Heather and Joise pop by the house elves and ask them for tons of snackage goodness. Remember some sugar quills- I need some sugar while you guys get yourself piss drunk. Olive, Mark and Charlotte you deal with informing every member of this school in 5th year and above. But not teachers. Obviously. Take some eager troopers if you wish, while I sort out decorations with most of them. Darn the Room of Requirement not being able to do decorations how you want unless you literally think of each detail of each banner!” The BAMF crew grinned and set about their work (I swear Black and Vicky winked at me, alcohol addicts- I was truly the only person in the whole of my year who didn’t drink alcohol).
“What can I do?” came a voice from my left. I whipped my head around to check if it was who I thought speaking.
“Flint? Offering to help with a Gryffindor party?”
“This isn’t a Gryffindor party. This is a school wide party. Prattle was nobody’s mate. I want it to be damn awesome, and who knows what biased decorations you’ll put to ruin it for the other houses.” I scowled, but was inwardly smiling- enmity against one brought haters together. Temporarily I repeat.
“Let’s do this.”
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