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Origins of the Racketeers by Phoenix Fires

Format: Novella
Chapters: 2
Word Count: 4,045
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature

Genres: General, Humor
Characters: Sirius, OC
Pairings: Sirius/OC

First Published: 12/03/2007
Last Chapter: 03/09/2008
Last Updated: 03/09/2008

Summary:



Sometimes finishing all your homework early just doesn't sound like a good time, this year Edna Carthy Gallows is set on ignoring ravenclaw tradition and giving any prankster a run for his money. But can the Ravenclaw Racketeers ever become as infamous as they want when a late night finishes at 10.30? The Ravenclaw Racketeers - just not doing things the Ravenclaw way.


Chapter 1: When Edna got Rebellious
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A/N - This chapter is only short but it's also only the opener. Testing the waters if you will. To anyone who doesn't know, this is the prequel for Ravenclaw Rackteers, and to anyone who already read this on Crash Mind it might seem like deja vu.  This chapter was co-writen with my delightful sister Katiebells and I am dedicating the entire story to Elle Silver since it was her suggestion that I write it XD. Enjoy!

'...he pulled his hammer out and approached her...' 
Edna was blushing, her bi-daily foray into the forbidden romance section of the Hogwarts library had suddenly become very...enlightening.

'"Charles" she cried breathlessly, "Wha-what are going to do with that?" she was stammering "It-it is not right."
Edna looked around making sure she was well hidden, even in her secret hiding spot.

'"I told you before my lady, I'm gonna give it a good seeing to, this things so hard it could knock a square into that hole."

'
Merlin!' Edna thought, this is more risqué than usual, she brushed the hair off the back of her neck, her skin heated and she loosened her collar.

'"Charles,' she continued 'I'm sure Henry could do that for you when he returns, there's no need to go to all the trouble"'
"My Goodness, she has two men on the go!" Edna gasped, "Some women have all the luck,"

'"Henry's not strong enough"'
Edna was breathing heavily.

'"He's not man enough'"
Edna's hands were clammy.

'"You need an experienced craftsman to fix that door for you, it's solid oak, at least a few centuries old.'"
Wait, what?
Edna looked at the front cover of the book and at the title she had previously ignored. 'Charles Wainthrop Autobiography; My Years as a Skilled Craftsman, muggle ways in a wizarding world'.

Oh, Edna thought, he really was just talking about a hammer and fixing her door. But muggle ways in a wizarding world? Unorthodox. I wonder how this turns out.

Reading the first few chapters did prove to be quite interesting and Edna decided to borrow the book from the library but for later, she had already wasted enough time on Charles Wainthrop’s Hammer and she had homework to complete, she was hoping to have finished her Divination essay by dinner so she could debate her findings with the rest of the Ravenclaw Homework and Extra Studies Group.

Honestly, she thought shaking her head, sometimes it seems as if the rest of RHAESG don't know the difference between Sortilege and Augury when it comes to divination. But Edna was confident in her ability to change that.

Climbing out from behind the bookcase that stood in front of a roomy alcove nestled in the back wall of the Library, Edna pondered her good luck in finding this...secret hiding place. A juevenile description of the alcove but adequate. Her alcove had yet to be discovered by anybody else in her seven years at Hogwarts, and despite her complete trust in her friends, she hadn't told them about the alcove either.

Speaking of her friends, she had promised to meet up with them before dinner. Looking at her half completed essay, she resigned herself to not finishing it before dinner.

Oh well, I might not even go to tonight’s meeting. Edna thought rebelliously.

She began putting her things into her bag, glancing down at the romance books before.

If only life could be more like these books, she thought, if some dark handsome stranger appeared before her and told her she had to go with him to the Homework club, so he could announce to everyone they were to be wed upon the eve. Well, then she would go.
Waiting patiently for a few minutes, no such stranger appeared.




Her friends were sitting on one of the benches in the courtyard. Pausing under one of the arches leading outside, she watched the two of them trying to guess what they were talking about.

Amanda was sitting on the bench facing the empty courtyard, her hands running through her long blonde hair, turning every now and again to ask the short, plump witch next to her something. Nadia, was the complete opposite to the Ravenclaw beauty, Nadia's sweet-nature and raven black hair a contrast to the cool beauty of Amanda, it was a long-running joke throughout Ravenclaw that had Amanda not been a muggle-born she would have easily made it into Slytherin house, but the Ravenclaws had utilised some of Amanda's unsavoury qualities. Her quick wit and scathing retorts had often been used to disarm those that saw Ravenclaw's as swot's lacking in personality, Amanda was the 'Ravenclaw Assasin', for a price she would come to the aid of anyone facing hassle because of the heightened intelligence only a Ravenclaw could possess.

Yet despite Amanda's aloft personality, Edna had always fantasised that one day Amanda herself would be disarmed by love. A funny man would be perfect for Amanda, someone to compliment her personality, someone who was good-looking in a boy-next door sort of way. Amanda was beautiful she might not be able to handle the ego of a handsome man, yet he would love her golden hair, and pale blue eyes.

Looking at her friends again, Edna's imagination began to go wild.

Why was Amanda running her hands through her hair, she hates to look anything but perfect in public. Maybe she's nervous, maybe she's fallen in love, finally found her perfect match, her soulmate, her....Roger. Yes! Roger, Amanda and Roger have fallen in love.

Edna made her way over to her friends intent on congratulating Amanda on her engagement to Roger, but Amanda caught sight of Edna before she reached them.

'Edna, do you think I could get away with a slightly darker hair colour?' Amanda called out.

'What! But what about Roger he loves your hair?' Edna was concerned now, reaching her friends they gazed up at her with puzzled expression.

'Erm..Who?' Amanda questioned.

There is no Roger, you made him up.

'Oh yeah.' Edna shook her head, 'It's alright, there's no Roger.'

'I know!' Amanda's hair was once again back in place, but her friend now held an agitated expression.

'So what's the problem? No, I don't think you could get away with a darker colour, your skin's too pale.' Edna sat down, squeezing between Amanda and Nadia.

'What just happened?' Nadia, unlike Amanda who just shook off Edna's outburst, was still looking confused.

'Nothing Nads, Edna’s just having one of her moments, shall we go to dinner?' Amanda stood, confident her friends would follow and walked off.
Nadia spared a glance at Edna, and slowly followed, looking round the courtyard as if to catch a glimpse of Edna's mysterious Roger.

Edna sighed; this was what her father warned her about. He hated Edna's obsession with 'those trashy, muggle, romance books' he caught her reading them one day during Summer holidays, and the lecture that followed led Edna to just hide her secret hobby from him. Yet it seemed as if her father was right about one thing, the more she read her romance novels, the more her own life seemed boring and completely unadventurous, even her being a witch was nothing compared to the magic Alicia felt whilst being in Damien's arms in her latest novel.

Making her way to the great hall, Edna pondered how to resolve this. She was a Ravenclaw, able to complete any challenge, decipher any code, she should know a dozen ways to make life more exciting. Sitting silently besides Amanda who had forgotten about her hair and was fervently arguing with Nadia about what Edna hoped was something more scholastic.

'...especially with his quidditch uniform on, it accentuates all his best features.'

Ooh boys, well Edna had to admit it was slightly more entertaining than hair.

What could make life more exciting? A new club, but a small one, big ones take too much organising, a small club for her and her friends, oooh, a secret club, devoted to...secrets! What. Devoted to...something exciting and challenging, like exciting, challenges…dares. A secret dares club, that dare each other to...not do homework ,no! That dare each other to...make trouble, like racketeers, only less criminal and more youthful mischievity. That's it! A secret society, devoted to pulling pranks or doing dares.

A secret society only for Ravenclaws.


Edna lifted her head, a smile playing around her lips, she grabbed Amanda's arm, successfully getting her attention.

'Edna what?'

'Tell Nadia that after dinner we are to have a meeting upstairs in the bedroom.'

'Why, is this something to do with the Homework club?' Amanda was worried, despite her Slytherin qualities she was still a Ravenclaw at heart, and the Homework club was sacred amongst the housemates, 'Wait..' Amanda lowered her voice to a whisper, 'Is this about Roger?'

'No' but Edna would go no further.

Tonight would be the first official meeting of...she searched for a suitable name.

The Ravenclaw Dares Club, The Pranks People, The club devoted to non-homework related challenges, no...

The Ravenclaw Racketeers!


Chapter 2: When Edna Explained
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Edna made a triumphant little noise, sighed and shoved the thick pile of books off the bed letting them drop to the ground with a series of soft thuds. She stared at the messy pile for a moment before sighing again, rolling her eyes and climbing off her bed to sort the mess into a neat pile that she then delicately placed in the trunk at the end of her bed.

She had just finished every homework assignment up until next Thursday.

Amanda had watched this little display of OCD from her own bed a few feet away. “You are so, ridiculously anal.” She said softly, half amused and half irritated, as she went back to her own work.

“I am not anally retentive, Amanda, I just have superior organisation skills.” Edna replied loftily as she set about clearing away her mess – spare parchment, empty ink pots and quills. 

Amanda quirked an eyebrow but didn’t look up from her work as her quill scratched across the worn paper. Edna could tell the moment the other girl had finished her work because she finished off her sentence with a particular flourish to the full stop. “There, finished. Now could you explain exactly why you are trying to kill us through homework?”

Edna smiled and glanced at the clock on her bedside table; almost midnight. Nadia had finished her work half an hour ago and was slumbering with her head in a book on the other side of the room. Their other dorm mate had been unconscious for hours but occasionally woke and told the others to be quiet. 

It had been after dinner when the girls had gathered in their room and Edna had declared that they were going to finish every single work assignment they had so far that week right then and there. Nadia had giggled and grinned at the challenge but Amanda had cringed and pointed out that half of those essays didn’t have to be finished until the end of next week. 

In the end Edna had gotten her way – because, really, who can challenge a Ravenclaw’s ability to do homework and get away unscathed? – And now the three girls sat tiredly on their beds.

“Wake up Nadia, follow me.” Edna said quietly as she shot a glance toward Thelma Windsmore, who had begun to stir in her sleep again; Edna felt they should move their conversation into the common room so as to avoid reprimand.  

Nadia roused a little grumpily from her doze, they tiptoed downstairs into the large room and immediately trotted over to the fireplace, shivering around the bright flame. They sat on the floor, as closed to the warmth as they could after moving through the cold stairwell. They pulled a sofa and an armchair a little closer so that they could lean against them and Edna pulled a cushion from the armchair into her lap. 

“Now explain.” Amanda said in a tone of finality. She’d had enough of being fobbed off and now fully intended to get to the bottom of Edna’s odd behaviour.

“We are going to start…” Edna paused for dramatic effect. “A new club!”

“Another homework club?” Nadia asked, suddenly bright eyed and bushy tailed at the thought. 

“No, Nads, don’t you think we have enough of those?” Edna asked with an exasperated sigh.

Oh Good Lord. She thought a second later. I’ve just committed homework  treason.

Sure enough her friends were gaping back at her in shock. 

“Enough homework clubs?” Amanda stammered out. “How can there be enough homework clubs? We don’t have a homework club on a Tuesday or a Thursday-”

“Or a Saturday!” Nadia interjected.

“-how can there be enough? What if someone wants some help with their homework on a Thursday Edna? What will they do? There is no homework club!

“I know! I know, I know. I’m sorry; of course that isn’t what I meant! The homework clubs are vital! Pivotal! They are central to our very lives!” Edna said quickly trying to sooth the situation as best she could. Her friends looked a little mollified so she continued. “I just meant; don’t you ever get bored-”

“No.”

“-of…what? You don’t even know what I was going to say! I just mean don’t you get tired of-”

“No.”

“But everything is always-

“No.”

“Amanda, would you stop disagreeing and just listen, you infuriating witch!” Edna declared, frustrated. The urge to bludgeon her friend over the head with a book was quite strong.

Calm  yourself Edna. Books are for learning and education; they are the source of great joy and should not be betrayed by being used as a weapon. She took a deep breath. I’m beginning to think my relationship with books is a little unhealthy. 

Nadia was glancing between the two a little awkwardly. She didn’t have Edna’s bossy, highly-strung and just a little unusual personality, and she didn’t have Amanda cold clarity and command. Nadia just had exuberance and enthusiasm, so it would often end in Edna and Amanda clashing while she waited patiently for an opening.

“Bored of what, Edna?”

Amanda’s cold glare swung towards the darker haired witch, “You’re taking her side?”

“Amanda, we don’t know what Edna’s side is!”

The blonde opened her mouth but came up with no argument. She quickly snapped her jaws shut and crossed her arms over her chest, turning back to Edna. “So enlighten us.”

Edna grinned. “Right so! We are starting a new club. A club for…wait for it…dares!”

Applause broke out! Edna smiled and gave a small bow and she was awash with praise from her best friends. 

“It’s so terribly brilliant, Edna!” Amanda declared. 

“Simply superb, how on earth do you do it?” Nadia gushed. 

“Marvellous.” Roger said quietly with a gleam in his eye and a smile on his lips as he pulled Edna into a passionate embrace leaning in to press his mouth softly against-

“What?” Amanda asked sceptically. “A club for dares?”

Edna snapped out of her daze. No applause. In fact she could practically hear crickets. “Well…uh…yeah.”

“Not homework?”

“Uh, no.”

“Dares…to do homework?”

“No.” Edna sighed.

“Wait!” Nadia looked panicked, “Not dares to not do homework?”

Edna made a frustrated noise that sounded like ‘grah!’ and buried her head into the cushion she had been holding. “No! It is nothing to do with homework! Nothing whatsoever! Not even a little tiny, weenie bit to do with homework! Homework does not exist in the same sentence as this club!”

Amanda and Nadia were gaping again. Amanda cleared her throat a little, “So then…what would we do?”

Edna sighed and leant back, hitting her head again the hard arm of the chair. “Aren’t you sick of this?” She asked quietly, without opening her eyes. “We’re in our seventh year and we’ve never really done anything.”

“Don’t be silly.” Amanda frowned “We’ve done lots of things.” 

“She doesn’t mean learning, Amanda,” Nadia announced with a soft tilt of her head, like a puppy…only a very clever puppy because it looked to Edna like Nadia was trying to read her mind through her eyes. “She means things we can look back on and laugh.”

“Exactly!” Edna beamed. “We’ve been here six years, we are in our seventh and what do we have to show for it?”

“Superior intellect.”

“Well…yes…that goes without saying! But where’s the fun? Where’s the excitement? The passion, the romance, the-” 

“Oh My God.” Amanda groaned loudly, dropping her head into her hands. “This is about romance! Of course it’s about romance! How didn’t I notice that?”

Edna went to protest but Nadia beat her to it.

“C’mon, Amanda, she’s not that bad.”

Edna frowned. I’m in the room.

“Yes she is!” Amanda scoffed. “Six years and all she ever thinks about is romance!”

“She’s a young woman…” Nadia tried.

“So are we, but do we stare into space and have conversation in our heads with imaginary boyfriends?”

“I don’t have-” Edna tried to cut in, unsuccessfully.

“Well…uh…”

“No, Nads, we do not.”

“Neither do I!” Edna said weakly, pouting.

Amanda glanced at her. “One word, Edna; Roger.”

Yeah well, you’re the one trying to steal Roger with your dream of darker hair! He’s attracted to brunettes you blonde haired vixen!  Edna thought glumly but instead said. “I don’t know any Roger’s.” Forgive me!

“Right, and I’m a pureblood.” Amanda drawled. 

“Actually – I mean, if we didn’t know any better then I would assume that-” Nadia stopped when Amanda glared at her, but then she bristled and shoved her hands on her hips. “Don’t you give me that look, missy! We are going to sit here and we are going to listen to what our friend has to say – without interrupting and without picking fun…and if you make that annoying scoffing noise I will hex you into next week.” 

Amanda’s eyebrows shot up and Edna didn’t believe for a minute that the blonde was even remotely intimidated, but to her surprise Amanda closed her mouth and stared expectantly at Edna.

“Edna, tell us your idea.” Nadia smiled cheerfully.

Edna returned the smile, “Ok. Basically I feel that we should just…uh…dare each other. To do things, you know…” Edna leaned closer and lowered her voice, “Naughty things.”

There was a pause.

“Do you mean sexual things?” 

“What?! No! Merlin no! Why on earth would we dare each other to do sexual things? And exactly whom would we dare each other to do them to? Good lord, don’t answer that it was entirely rhetorical.” Edna’s shock and repulsion moved into weariness and she rubbed the bridge of her nose between thumb and forefinger. “I mean mischievous things, Amanda. Not…you know…that stuff.”

Amanda was looking relieved and Nadia was glancing at the slim girl with wary concern. 

“So…we meet up and dare each other to do bad things?”

“Yes.”

“How bad are we talking?”

“Well…cheeky and naughty type bad things. ‘Tsk Kids’ type bad as opposed to ‘pillage and plunder’ type bad.” Edna explained. This entire conversation was beginning to leave her physically drained.

“And when will we do these dares?” 

Edna shrugged. “During the day, I suppose. We can meet up at-” Edna glanced at the clock over the fireplace. It was after midnight now. “Midnight. We’ll meet up at midnight to give out the dares, and then we can meet again in a few days to discuss how it all went!”

Amanda was looking dubious but Nadia’s eyes were bright and she was smiling. Edna gave a smile back; Nadia had clearly taken a liking to this plan and her enthusiasm was beginning to pour into it.

“I like it. It’s a nice idea. It should be fun! But we’ll have to keep a log to make sure we don’t do the same dares twice…and so we know who is involved in what! And we’ll have to…”

Edna’s soft smile became a full grin as she stopped listening; leave it to Nadia to make Ravenclaw Racketeers an organised event. Actually that reminded her… “Oh, did I tell you the name?”

“The name?” Nadia asked, interest sparking. “The club already has a name?”

“Yes.” Edna smiled. “We’re called…The Ravenclaw Racketeers!”

Nadia squealed and clapped her hands together once, “It’s perfect!”

“Only you would have a club named before you’d even created it.” Amanda rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. 

Edna just shrugged and pulled a ‘What can I say?’ face. 

“Well, I hate to ruin your moment of genius. But does this not count as an official meeting?” Amanda asked after a minute or two. 

Edna frowned. “Uh, well. I suppose, why?”

Amanda’s expression twisted into an amused smirk, “Well, Edna. Dare us away!”

“Oh I have got the perfect challenge.”

* * *

“Are you kidding?”

Edna glanced innocently to her friend. “No, why?”

“Because…just…Edna this is like the most pathetic dare in the history of the entire universe!” Amanda replied, “I have enough years of Truth or Dare, under my belt to know that this is a fairly crap dare.”

Edna stared blankly for a minute. She had no idea what exactly Truth or Dare was. “Oh well…we’re breaking in gently. And eventually our dares shall get more, uh, daring.”

Nadia was staring at the door in front of them. “I understand the breaking in gently thing but isn’t the point of The Racketeers-” 

Nadia was hushed by Edna, who was glancing up and down the almost completely vacant corridor. 

“-to do things that people will notice?”

“Yes, eventually. But we have to start slow.”

“Any slower and we’ll go backwards. No one will notice this. Ever.”

“The caretaker will.”

“Like anyone cares what he thinks.” Amanda scoffed.

Edna sighed, “No need to be so unpleasant. Just get in the damn room.”

Amanda sighed, rolled her eyes and opened the door in front of them, shuffling in to the room with Nadia and Edna at her heels. They were stood in the trophy room, rows of glinting silver and gold stared back, plaques and medals among the large dominating cups. “So you volunteered us to clean the room?”

“Yep.”

“But we aren’t going to clean it?”

“Nope.”

“And this is your entire plan?”

“Yep. I think it’s a good challenge!”

“It’s not much of a challenge; we just have to do nothing.”

“Yes, but we have to pointedly do nothing when we should be doing something! See? It’s genius!” Edna grinned.

“So, uh…” Nadia started with a slight frown. “What are we going to do?”

“Uh…” Edna glanced around. She hadn’t thought this far ahead. All their homework was done in anticipation of spending their free time accomplishing dares. Now they were facing an hour and half of sitting in a room doing nothing.

“We could make them dirtier.” Amanda offered absently as she read over one of the plaques. 

“Amanda! We are here for harmless mischief, not vandalism!”

Amanda snorted and shot Edna a look.

“Actually that might be better.” Nadia agreed shyly. “We could dirty them up a little and then, uh, go?”

Edna looked shocked and a little appalled. “But…” 

Ah, just do it.  Her mind offered. Guys like bad girls, don’t they? Maybe Roger will…

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A/N - Yeaaaaah. So this took a while huh? Well, actually I wrote it in about an hour so not really...but I co-wrote the first one with my sister, onyl she actually kinda wrote most of it and I was worried I'd bugger the second chapter up without her help. According to her I did not but we shall see eh?
Edna sighed, “Fine ok, whatever. Let’s do it.”

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