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Samara Devereux | Slytherin Quidditch Practice Area:

Samara stared at her friend. Merlin, that had been some pretty amazing flying. She couldn't wait to tell the redhead that! Slowly, Samara approached the crowd that had gathered around Alice Potter, listening to some of the things the other Slytherins were saying.

"Did you see that?" That was one of the chasers, a boy with dark hair. Samara ignored him.

"Oh, man....was that on of the bludgers? Merlin. Hooch is gonna be maaaad..."

"---shhh. Don't let Flint here you say that!"

"That was some pretty crazy flying, eh, Smith?"

"Shh! I want to hear what Potter says!"

Samara was unaware of the looks she was getting as she shoved her way through the throng to Alice's side, scowling at the girl before her." Alice!" she shouted, drawing attention to herself. "You scared me half to death!"

Alice merely stared at her for a moment. "Pardon?"

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My goodness, that's short. o.O But hey, it helps try to move it along. Your turn, Triplet~ I promise my next post will be longer!

Alice Potter | Slytherin Quidditch Practice Area

Alice wasn't sure what all the fuss was about. Sure, she'd just about managed to avoid a Bludger targeting her, but wouldn't everyone be able to do it if she could? At least, she just started, it wasn't like she was a pro or anything...but still, everyone was making so much fuss!

She almost considered ripping her braid off and using it to throttle the next person who came and said "Potter, that was amazing!".

The match against Gryffindor was in two weeks. In two weeks, she'd be pitting herself against the team of red and gold. It was an intimidating thought, to be honest; the Gryffindor team was more close-knit and cooperated better with each other than the Slytherin team. Except for the Beaters, Fiona O'Connell and Maggie Smith, who worked well together, her other teammates were a mess. The three Chasers included the Windhaven siblings and Flint, and heaven knew there wasn't a worse match-up in the rest of the school than these three. The Keeper would let every other goal in, and he was one of the better players in the team, apparently. In the end, it all rode on whether Alice could catch the Snitch before the score on the other side hit the 160-0 ratio.

It wasn't a good thought.

She rattled all of this off to Sammy as they walked towards the common room together at the end of practice, and she only replied by saying, "You think way too much for a Quidditch beginner."

Alice agreed.

Allen Selwyn | Quidditch pitch, two weeks later

"Three cheers for the Gryffindor Quidditch team!" The crowd on the other side of the stands roared. Allen slumped in his seat, wondering why in Merlin's name he was seated in the Slytherin section of the game. Not that he would complain, normally; personally, he really didn't care if Gryffindor won at all. It was Alice's first game, after all, and he couldn't help being just a little hopeful that Slytherin would win. Disloyal, he knew. But how could he help it?

But back to his current situation in the stands. Sure, he wanted to cheer for Slytherin, and he would, honest; if the majority of Slytherins on either side of him weren't busy glaring at his diminutive form. He felt like a worm stuck in a sea of snakes. Which probably wasn't far from the truth...

Devereux tugged at his arm. "Look, it's the Slytherin team. Alice! Over here!" She waved to the smallest member of the team, who was very obviously Alice because of her red hair. Allen wondered since when they had become best friends; Alice seemed to have noticed and waved back vaguely in their direction. The commentator went on.

"Here comes the Slytherin team and their new Seeker, Alice Potter! One wonders if she'd got on simply because she was the Girl Who Lived..."

"Jordan!" McGonagall yelled at the commentator, and coincidentally, into the mike, too. "That's enough lip from you, do your job properly."

"Yes, ma'am!" The Gryffindor saluted, earning general chuckles from the Gryffindor side. Alice looked a little stricken, and perhaps even a little annoyed, as she tugged at Flint's robes. The Slytherin captain bent down to hear what she was saying, and his face contorted for one moment in amusement. Allen wished he could hear what they were talking about.

"Listen here!" Hooch called out to both teams after the captains had shaken; Flint seemed to harbor a deep rivalry against Wood. "I want a good, clean game from both of you, you hear?"

"Yes ma'am!" The captains intoned. The teams got up on their brooms and soared up; Hooch called out for them to fly aside.

"3...2...1..." A shrill whistle called, and the crowd went wild as the balls shot up into the air. Gryffindor was first in possession, and the two Slytherin chasers other than Flint attempted to knock the Quaffle out from them; they failed, miserably.

"10-0 to Gryffindor!"

Allen hid his face in his hands.

Samara Devereux | Quidditch Pitch - Slytherin Stands:

Samara watched as Alice took off towards the far end of the pitch. "There she goes!" she exclaimed, nudging Allen. The Gryffindor didn't say a thing. It didn't stop Samara from talking, despite the other Devereux siblings sitting right behind the pair. "Oh, I hope she catches the snitch!"

Allen huffed out a breath, completely ignored by Samara. The pair watched as the players on both teams flew up and down the pitch, minus the two Seekers, who were hovering high above the rest of their teams. Samara kept her gaze on those two, ignoring the way Lee Jordan, who was apparently the commentator for the game, called out the scores. Gryffindor had scored twice more now, making the score 30 to nil, in favour of Gryffindor. Samara scowled.

"I swear," she muttered, "my brother is a hopeless Keeper! I'd protect those goals better than he is!" She slammed a fist down on the wooden ledge in front of her, making Allen flinch. "It's a pity I can't try out until next year."

Suddenly, she turned on Allen just as Lee Jordan called out; "And the Gryffindor Seeker, Dimitri Rousseau, has seen the Snitch! He's dived straight down!" There was a roar from the Gryffindors. "And Potter's not quickly following him!"

"Are you even listening to me, Selwyn?" Samara demanded, glaring at the boy beside her. At the collective gasp from the crowd, Samara's gaze was back on the game.

"And Gryffindor scores again! That makes it 40 to nil!"

Samara scowled. "Damnit!" she cursed, slamming a first down on the ledge again. This time, Allen jumped. Samara glanced towards him. "What?" she asked, frowning at the boy.

"Samara, leave the kitten to his jumpiness," sneered one of the older Devereux sisters. Samara shot the girl a glare while Allen merely stared at her. The sister sighed, shaking her head and returning her attention to the game as yet another score was announced--this time it was 60 to nil. Gryffindor had scored twice while the siblings had been speaking.

"Shut up, Cassiopeia!" Samara snapped, also turning back to the game. Just in time to see Gryffindor score once again. She groaned. 70 to nil. Slytherin were so dead.

"I'm not a kitten," Allen finally mumbled, only half-heard (or rather, paid attention to) by the surrounding Slytherins.

"Shh!" hissed the youngest Devereux sister, throwing the Gryffindor boy a dark look. Allen immediately shut his mouth.

"And Slytherin has the quaffle---wait! No they don't! It's Katie Bell who has it now, and she's headed towards the Slytherin goals----" A collective 'ooooooh' came from the crowd as a bludger hit the girl-in-question's head and sent her tumbling from her broom. "Nope. Bell is down--a bludger to the back of the head. Probably thanks to those annoying beaters--which one was it? Smith or O'Connell? I'm putting my bets on O'Connell." There was a moment of silence as Jordan took a deep breath. "What a shame! And Gryffindor has the ball! It's Johnson who snatched it from an unconscious Bell.......and she scores! What a pity....I hope Slytherin aren't too upset by that..."

"JORDAN!"

"Sorry Professor!"

"Gryffindor's in the lead! 80 to nil!"

Samara sighed, shaking her head. "This is ridiculous!" she snarled, dropping into her seat by Allen. "Honestly. Our team is useless....except Alice." She turned her gaze on Alice, who hovered over the pitch, scanning it for the elusive golden Snitch. As Samara watched, Alice's broom suddenly dipped down. She gasped. It looked like Alice hadn't done that. What in the name of Merlin? "Allen," she hissed, grabbing his arm. The boy in question looked up with a frown. "Alice's broom..."

"What is she doing?" Allen asked, gaze narrowed at the way Alice's broom was moving. They both gasped when it threw her off it. "Alice!"

"Oh, my," Samara exclaimed, scanning the stands. "Someone has got to be doing something to her broom!" Suddenly, her gaze landed on Snape. He didn't appeared to be looking away from Alice, and Samara couldn't be sure from this distance, but it looked like he was muttering something, too. "Look! There!" She pointed at what she'd seen and Allen's gaze followed it.

"What the--" And then Allen wasn't beside Samara anymore. She blinked, looking around. Where had the little Gryffindor brat gone? Vaguely, Samara registered the announcements of another three scores for Gryffindor, bringing the score up to 110 to nil. Samara swore, frowning.

"Where did that stupid Gryffindor go?!" she exclaimed, looking around for him before shaking her head and giving up, re-focusing her attention on Snape. Behind him and to the left, a staring Quirrell remained unnoticed.

Behind Samara, Cassiopeia snorted. "He's gone to stop that idiotic Head of House of ours," she told the younger girl. "Can't you freaking see him?" Samara rounded on her sister, noticing the binoculars the other girl sported for the first time.

"Give me those!" Samara snapped, snatching the binoculars out of her sister's hands and focusing on their Potions Professor. She couldn't see Allen, but she did see when his robes lit up in flames, making all the surrounding professors look away from the game.

"That's better," said a voice from beside her. Samara rounded on the grinning Gryffindor. Allen gave her a sheepish grin and reclaimed his seat. She glared at him before checking on Alice, glad to find that the other girl had managed to climb back onto her broom. She watched as the redhead shook her head and took off fast towards the other end of the pitch.

Samara did notice, however, that Gryffindor had scored at least three times while they'd been obsessed with the whole Snape-hexing-the-broom thing. She scowled, angry. That made the score 140 to nil. Damn those Gryffindors! They were so in for it when she got on the team next year.

"And Gryffindor scores again!" Jordan exclaimed. "The score is 150 to nil. Slytherin have no hope of wining unless Alice Potter catches the Snitch to make the match a draw!"

"Jordan."

"Sorry Professor! Gryffindor scores again! 160 to nil! Gryffindor's wining!"

And then everyone went silent as Alice Potter dropped into a dive. It was intense as she barrelled towards the ground, moving fast. It didn't look like she was going to pull up any time soon. Alice, Alice, Alice, Samara chanted in her head, hoping that the other girl caught the snitch. Hopefully soon. And then she pulled out of the dive.

"Oh, my god," Lee Jordan exclaimed. "Alice Potter has caught the Snitch... GRYFFINDOR WINS! 160 to 150!" Samara could only stare.

I will be posting intermittently as the elder Rockharrow siblings as well as Leopoldina from now on, so here is a Quintinia post!

Quintinia Rockharrow | The Gryffindor Changing Rooms

"That was good, team." Oliver was pacing.

Again.

"Good?" Ara asked, combing her hair out with her fingers. "That was bloody brilliant, Oliver, and you know it!"

"We can't get cocky. That's how Slytherin act, that's why they lost." He spun round and began going the other direction.

"You're making me dizzy, Oliver," Alicia said with a sigh.

"Spinnet, you played well. Chasers, you need to keep up the high scores, but you need to be quicker on the Quaffle. Rousseau, it was your first game, and it was a close thing. You need to keep your eye on the Snitch at all times. Don't get distracted. And Rockharrow-"

"Which one?" Quin inquired.

"Whichever one you are," he said.

"Ara," she said, completely deadpan.

"You need to be more forceful on the Bludgers. I know that your primary objective is to protect our players, but you need to try and hit the opposition too. Now, Hufflepuff's Beaters shouldn't pose as much of a threat..."

"Hey!" said Dimitri stubbornly. "Those are my brothers."

"Then you'll know they're not as strong as they think they are," Oliver said simply.

Angelina yawned. "As lovely as this whole conversation is, Oliver, can we please go have a shower and talk tactics at training?"

Oliver waved them away.

In the shower room, Quin and Ara produced the luxuries the girls always afforded themselves after training, pots of body scrub and lotion and bars of sweet smelling soap, tall bottles of shampoo. They did their hair in identical French plaits and left, ready to race up to the castle for the victory party.

"Oliver's a dear, but he does like the sound of his own voice, doesn't he?" Katie Bell said to them.

"Well, it's better than liking the smell of your own morning breath," said Ara.

"Yes," Quin continued, "or the look of your own-"

"Dimitri!"

The Rousseau twins were leaning against the castle by the doors to the Entrance Hall as casually as they could manage, hair looking effortlessly windswept, big grins on their tanned faces.

"Good job, little bro." Julius stepped forward and thumped his brother on the back.

"Good job? You were watching the game, weren't you, Rousseau? He didn't actually catch the Snitch," Quin said, stopping to talk to the boys with Ara by her side while the Chasers all continued into the castle.

"No. But well done to you as well, Quintinia," said Kaius. Somehow the Rousseaus were always able to tell them apart, though Quin knew she and Ara were identical to almost everybody. "I see you learnt which end of the bat you hit the Bludger with!"

"I know which end to hit you with as well!" she said threateninigly and despite himself Kaius grinned.

"So where are you ladies off to?" he asked.

"To the victory party, with your brother. You're not invited," said Ara.

"We don't need invites," Julius said. "I always did prefer gatecrashing, didn't you, Kai?"

"Oh yes. Especially if there's a bunch of scared Gryffindor girlies to annoy."

"Scared? Gryffindor?" Ara sighed. "I always forget Hufflepuffs are stupid. Quin, should we waste more time on them?"

"I don't believe that would be beneficial, no."

The girls went up to the tower. A roar went round the room when they climbed through the portrait hole. Leo ran to hug them. Quin held her little sister tight. She had been distant ever since she found out that they wanted to join Owen's duelling club. But Quin and Ara had learnt soon after coming to Hogwarts not to take their father's every word to heart. He also didn't believe that there would be any business in cosmetics. But they had plans, and in four years' time those plans would come to fruition.

"You were so good!" Leo said excitedly. "Ara, that one bludger you hit and it went literally an inch away from Flint's head- you should have seen the look on his face-"

"Not bad, girls," Lee Jordan said from where he was ensconced in an armchair with all three Chasers and a crate of Butterbeer.

"Yeah. Glad to see that my bat is in capable hands," Owen said, coming over and hesitating. "Although I'm not quite sure which one of you was holding it, so I'm just going to shake both your hands."

He did so and there was laughter and someone put a Butterbeer in Quin's hand and she was content. The Weird Sisters was on the gramophone, the fire was crackling-

and then she heard her sister scream.

Leo ran to the centre of the room and pointed towards a few shadowy figures that Quin couldn't make out, and said cried, "There are Hufflepuffs in here!"

Julius and Kaius Rousseau | Entrance Hall/Gryffindor Common Room:

Julius watched the Gryffindor beaters dragged their little Gryffindor brother off into the castle, slanting Kaius a sly look as they paused at the bottom of the stairs. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Kai?" he asked, and grinned when the other boy smirked at him.

"I do believe I am thinking what you're thinking, Juls," the other twin replied, throwing an am around his brother's shoulders. "We're going to gatecrash the Gryffie Victory Party, aren't we?"

Julius laughed, pushing his brother off him. "What else would be do?"

"Scare the ickle firsties at breakfast tomorrow with the new prank we were thinking of?" Kaius asked conversationally as they proceed to stalk--err, follow the Gryffindors up to the Tower. Sneakily, of course. They didn't want the opposition to get too suspicious, did they? "Or was that Flint? I keep forgetting, don't you?" Julius merely laughed.

Finally, they reached the right floor, having had to stop on the fourth when the stair cases moved on them. Thankfully, it hadn't been much of a wait, but still, they didn't manage to catch the password when the Gryffindors told the Fat Lady, but they didn't need a password. Kaius grinned and sauntered up to the portrait guarding the Gryffindor Common Room.

"Good evening fair Lady," he said, offering the portrait a very charming smile. Behind him, Julius smothered his smirk--and his laughter. They needed to get in. "I believe we've lost out invites. Would you care to let us into the party? Our little brother just won his first Quidditch game."

The Fat Lady giggled. "Oh, you're such an adorable little dear!" she exclaimed, "In you go, and don't be late! I believe I saw the last of the team through the door jsut a few minutes ago." The portrait swung open and the pair swiftly climbed through it. They snuck up to the next doorway, peeking through it. Julius was smiling, and when Kaius smirked at him, he had a feeling they were about to cause a bit of ruckus in the Gryffindor Common Rooms, and really, why wouldn't they? It was just so much fun, sneaking into Gryffindor Tower, really.

"This way," Julius whispered, and the pair slipped into the room, unbeknownst to most of the Gryffindors, whose attention was on the members of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. The pair swiftly made themselves at home in a shadowy corner and settled down to plot. They didn't even react to the little Gryffie first year shouting about Hufflepuffs being in the room until one of the Rockharrow twins approached them.

"Why, hello Araminta," Kaius said, stepping forwards to wander around the girl. "Fancy meeting you here."

"This is our Common room," she snapped. Kaius merely laughed. "How did you get in?"

"That Fat Lady of yours--" Julius began.

"--isn't so hard to trick at all," finished Kaius, coming to a stop in front of Araminta . "Besides--"

"--Isn't it rude not to invite the siblings of your youngest player?" Julius finished Kaius' question for him, joining his brother where he stood in front of Araminta and throwing his arms around the other boy. He hung off him, grinning at the Gryffindor beater. "We feel insulted," they said at the same time.

"GET OUT!" The Hufflepuff boys didn't even jump as their gazes slide sideways towards the prefect headed their way. Julius saw their little brother lurking over by Pepperridge's side but swiftly disregarded him--it wouldn't do to get their little brother into trouble, right? The prefect was definitely a Rockharrow--the Rousseau twins could tell.

"Oh, hello Lavinia," Kaius said, taking over his brother's role for a moment. "Fancy that. You're all here!" Little Dimitri face-palmed at the antics of his elder twin brothers. They knew it was embarrassing, and they did it anyway. "I guess--"

"--the party can start now, eh, Juls?" Julius deliberately used his own name, just to confuse people. It seemed to be working, judging from the looks of confusion that flittered through the crowd--minus their little brother, of course. He knew exactly who was who, but would he say anything? Kaius grinned at him. Probably not.

"Well, now, Kai," Kaius said, slipping away from his brother to prowl over towards the other Rockharrow twin, "what shall we do now? Spike--"

"--the drinks, or--" Julius joined his brother on his prowl.

"--shall we just have fun?"

Dimitri sighed. Loudly.

Fiona O’Connell | Quidditch Pitch



To put it lightly, Flint was angry. He rounded on each player in the changing rooms, telling everyone exactly what they did wrong. Fiona toyed with her club in her right hand. It was better here then in the school, where everyone was at the Gryffindor party.

“Actually, Flint,” Fiona spoke up. Tanya Windhaven poked her in the shoulder, a silent cue to shut up, “although I admire your coaching and leadership skills, Maggie and I did everything right. So we really should not be subjected to this torture.” Flint glared at her for a second, trying to decide if she were being sarcastic or serious. He sighed.

“Back on the pitch.” He announced. “O’Connell just bought us a late practice.” The team groaned, glaring at her.

“Better here than not at the Gryffindor party, right?” Fiona asked her teammates as they warily walked past her, avoiding eye contact. She grabbed her club and broom, and followed her team back out to the pitch.

The sun was setting, and they’d only really have about thirty minutes of practice time. She and Maggie sat at near the bleachers, talking over their battle plan. Fiona drew in the dirt with her finger, marking out different spots and angles.

“We have just got to do better next game.” Fiona said, “We were pretty good today, but it’s all about improvement.”

“Wise words, Fiona.” Flint said. Fiona stared blankly at him. It was maybe the first time since she had joined the team that he had used her first name.

“Go on, all of you.” Flint called. The sun had dropped behind the forest, and it was almost pointless to practice with the balls, “get a good nights sleep and practice day after tomorrow.”

Fiona stood up, not bothering to go to the change rooms. She grabbed her broom and club, headed back towards the castle.

The halls were empty and Fiona could practically here the music coming from the Gryffindor common room. She was tempted to go crash, but her Defense Against The Dark Arts book and comfy chair called to her more. She headed down to the common room, determined to get started on her reading before her team came back to whine about how Flint held them back because of her.

She entered the common room, and stopped. Little Samara Devereux sat in her chair, staring at the fire.

“All alone, are we?” Fiona asked. She smiled slightly, “don’t you have a ton of siblings, at least somewhere.” The younger girl shrugged and stared at her. “I’d hate to kick you out,” Fiona continued, not giving Samara a chance to answer, “but I’m going to have to kick you out of my chair,”

“It’s not your chair.” Samara said, “it’s available for public use.”

“Until I come, then it’s mine. Just make it easier on both of us and move already. I have reading I need to get through.”

Alice Potter | Slytherin Common Room

“You should label the chair next time you sit in it, then.” Alice remarked as she entered right behind O’Connell, not particularly in a very good mood. That last Quidditch match had been hell; even she had gotten screamed at by Flint several times for blinking. For blinking, for heaven’s sake! Alice had been tempted to knock him one on the head for his idiocy, but decided against it; he was the captain after all, and at least two times her height. But she was digressing; as soon as she lay eyes on O’Connell, her old irritation came back up and she snapped when the Beater started piling on Sammy.

The girl in question simply turned around, raised a sullen eyebrow then turned back to the sofa, which Sammy had gotten out of as soon as she saw the dangerous look on O’Connell’s face. The latter waved her wand in a circle and flicked it at the sofa; immediately, the words “Fiona O’Connell” burned into the fabric and stayed there. The seat smoked for a few moments, before the senior Slytherin girl walked over to it and plonked herself down. “There, I did it. Happy?”

Alice glared, exasperated, and turned her back on the Common Room, making her way for the girls’ dormitories. She had more important things to deal with, anyway; like figuring out what went wrong with Edmunds’ share of the prank. Only Rockharrow’s teeth had fallen out this morning, but Edmunds still had the full set, molars and incisors and all. She wondered if the Rousseau twins hadn't managed to spike Edmunds' drink yet...

Behind her, Samara threw a glance at the O’Connell girl and followed Alice into the dorms, looking a little annoyed. “She has an attitude, doesn’t she?”

“Not that I particularly care.” Alice yawned and stretched, before turning to her suitcase. There it was; the purple potion that looked oddly like grape juice. If Alice hadn’t known any better, she probably would have sucked it all down her throat; but as it was, this was only reserved for this prank. The house elf who had made the mixture had a lot of Potions experience, to be frank. Alice mildly wondered where she had gotten all that knowledge from. What was her name again? Tipsy? Tilly? Sammy plopped down on the bed next to her, and stared at the potion.

“Alice, what’s that?”

The girl in question looked up with a mischievous smile on her face. “Nothing you need to be worried about right now.”

Allen Selwyn | Gryffindor Common Room

Unlike Alice, who was holed up in her dorm room at that very same moment, Allen was alternately busy sampling Butterbeer brought in by the Hufflepuff twins and being told off by Lavinia Rockharrow for doing such an awful, awful thing. In the end he gave up and wandered to a corner of the room, watching the Gryffindor team create chaos and generally attempting to kick the twins out...literally. The Rockharrow twins did not seem pleased at all.

“Brother or not, the two of you don’t belong in this house!” One of them yelled--Allen wasn’t sure which, but the Rousseau twins weren’t fazed in the least. The boy with the blue eyes--Allen couldn’t remember his name--slipped over to the table and poured something into the punch. Catching Allen staring at him, he winked and slipped away just as quickly without anyone noticing him. Spiked punch! Allen realized. He got closer to it, and thought he would take a whiffle, when he realized that the punch did not smell of Butterbeer at all.

“Oy, firstie, hurry up!” Someone called from behind him. He shuffled aside, thinking about warning the senior but then thought better about it. Whatever it was couldn’t be too dangerous at all, right? Right?

He was wrong; within the next ten minutes, the Common Room was filled with people clutching at their mouths and making seriously aggravated faces. Allen breathed a silent sigh of relief to himself. He was so close to being a victim...

Not far away from him, Leopoldina held her mouth and whimpered, looking at her sisters. “Not this...again...” The entire house looked at everyone else.

Allen wondered where the twins had disappeared off to.

Valentina Esparza | Gryffindor Common Room

There was a series of groans, and then the chaos began, showers of teeth falling into students’ hands and clattering down to the floor. Valentina felt it herself where she had perched on the armchair in the corner with a small glass of punch. Her teeth began to wobble and stir inside her mouth, and then they came painfully loose and fell on top of one another with several small clinking, tapping sounds. She spat them out into her hand and she stared at them where they lay like little white shells.

She slowly placed her hand over her mouth and felt the exposed gums. She looked around her; people were beginning to look around, searching for the culprit. One third year Gryffindor girl had lapsed into hysterical tears in the corner. Leopoldina, standing not too far from Valentina herself, had placed her face in her hands, clearly reluctant to believe this could be happening again. Valentina felt a surge of sympathy for her.

There was a moment of silence, and then the muttering began: the crowd of Gryffindors moaning and conversing toothlessly. Valentina looked down at her teeth; for a moment, they seemed to look back at her. She shook her head and found her gaze drifting over to Leo again. She had removed her hands from her face but now stood in the corner of the room, glaring straight at …
Allen. Allen was standing there by himself, looking ready to sink into the ground. There didn’t seem to be any teeth on the ground around him.

“You,” she heard Leo muttering, and watched her take a few steps towards Allen. Allen shook his head and subconsciously raised a hand over his mouth, widening his eyes. There was something off about the way he did it.

A fifth year with sleek blonde hair cleared her throat and looked around the room. All eyes were on her within a moment. “I suppose we should all be going to the hospital wing, then,” she said with some uncertainty. “Who did this?” she mouthed to the girl behind her. Her voice was muffled and her words barely distinguishable.

They all began to traipse out of the Gryffindor Common Room, a toothless army. Allen seemed to hesitate, but soon followed. Yet as Valentina found herself walking almost side by side with Leo as they approached the hospital wing, Val looked around and couldn’t help wondering where Allen had disappeared off to.

She shook the hand containing her teeth; they clattered together.

“Leo-" Valentina said eventually, and the girl’s eyes flickered her way. “What?” she asked. But Valentina’s attention had been diverted. Passing a huge bay window on the way to the hospital wing, she had seen a dark, cloud-like shape swooping over the canopies of the trees in the Forbidden Forest. She paused, and then walked across to the window, puzzled. The others walked on without her, not seeming to notice.

There were animals flying over the tree canopies. Although they were far off in the distance, Valentina could just about make them out by narrowing her eyes. At first she thought they were horses; she soon realised that was not quite right. They were horse-like creatures, certainly, but their bodies were skeletal and they swooped through the air effortlessly on huge black wings.

They were too far away for Valentina to make out much more detail on them. By the time she realised she had been standing there, entranced, the group had moved away from her and as she looked around for them, the skeletal horses retreated into the trees.

Shivering, Valentina dropped her teeth in the pocket of her robes, wrapped her arms around herself and ran forward to try and catch up with the other Gryffindors.

Matt | Gryffindor Common Room

Gryffindor had won the match!

Technically, I should really be supporting Slytherin because my family is a Slytherin family. But they're pure-bloods. And they're so snobbish.

So, I supported Gryffindor. They'd beaten the Slytherdung team by ten points, despite the fact that Alice Potter caught the snitch. She wasn't too bad actually, for a first year. Not bad at all.

But the end of the match meant the beginning of the try-outs for Ravenclaw. As a result, I was dressed in my Blue Quidditch robes, so I looked rather peculiar wearing blue, in a sea of red. But it didn't matter.

When the match ended, I stood in the centre of the Quidditch pitch, waiting for our captain Alex Smith. Either he was in detention, or he was late. Both of which were likely possibilities.

With the time already nearing one o'clock -- we were scheduled to begin at 12.30. I sighed, and found myself having to lead the try outs. The hopefuls had already begun moaning and groaning, but one of them - the one with the big teeth - had begun singing a song in a terrible voice. My ears were painful, so I began in order to secure a future for myself with working ears.

"So. Guys. We're gonna begin and try out for one beater, one seeker place, 3 chaser places and the keeper place. Alright? Stand in an orderly line, and let's begin."

"What position do you play?" called one of the short ones.

"Keeper."

"You're gonna try yourself out? What about the other beater place?"

"Look, I'm not the bloody keeper, you dunghead!" I howled.

"What--"

"Captain," I sighed, under my breath. "You know what I mean."

Sae was first, catching the Quaffle while flying at bewilderingly fast speeds. Her red-brown hair was in pigtails that bounced off her back as she flew. She made it.

Then, there were a few weirdos trying out for the beater places. One could barely hit the bludger, as for the other seemed to be aiming for the crowd. The group quickly dispersed in a cacophony of screams.

"FOR GOD'S SAKE, GET YOU'RE ARSE OFF THE BROOM!"

Being captain was so stressful. Where was Alex?

Then, a young-looking yet tall girl - the same one with the big teeth that was excitedly singing earlier - ran to the broom. "Oh-My-Gosh-I'm-in-the-try-outs!"

"Just hurry up, alright?"

The girl took off her glasses and put them in her pocket. She kicked off and sped across the pitch incredibly quickly. Then she rose - and rose - and rose --

Then she aimed downwards.

It was like in a roller-coaster - slowly you rise and then you drop. And this was the case. Except she was going to crash from 200 metres up. "Holy cow," I muttered. I took my broom and kicked off, not really sure what I would do. Grab her off her broom? Join her? I went anyway, and found myself level with her faster than I anticipated. I didn't realise I'd missed her until it was too late!

I did a U-turn, except vertically, aiming to find myself behind her. "Hey! You! Come back!"

She was almost at the ground and there was a black... hole? Shadow? On the pitch. She was going to--

Boom!

I threw myself off the broom - but she was still standing. What?

And then I realised that she'd hit a bludger and it'd bounced off the rings - knocking one down. I then hit the ground and stood up, facing her.

"Did-I-make-it?"

"Hey! Matt!" It was Alex.

I groaned.

Kaius and Julius Rousseau | Rushing down a random hallway:

Kaius smiled at his brother's laughter, joining in as they rounded a corner somewhere on what he thought was the fifth floor. That had just been way too funny! Kai told his brother so, and smirked when the other boy almost collapsed with laughter. They paused when they finally reached the entrance hall, still chuckling.

"Oh, Merlin! Did you see their faces?" Kai asked his brother, shaking his head. Julius snickered for a moment longer before he sighed threw an around around his twin's shoulder. "So freaking funny!"

"Ah, the joys of successful pranks," he told his brother, leaning over and still laughing slightly. Kai chuckled and disengaged himself from his brother, dropping to sit on the bottom-most stair of the marble staircase. Julius soon joined him on the steps.

"Always amusing," Kaius mused, smiling slightly. They both jumped when a shadow fell across them. Kaius was the first to look up, and also the first to pale; Julius quickly followed suit and sighed.

"What is 'always amusing', Mr. Rousseau?" asked a cold, sneering voice, dripping with half-restrained delight. "Why, I do believe you pair are those annoying Hufflepuff twins who think that it's amusing to sabotage my third year Potions classes, are you not?"

"Ah, sir... Professor Snape...." Kaius trailed off at the glare directed towards him. The twins swallowed, taking in the look Snape was giving the both of them. They were so screwed....

"And is it not after curfew, boys?" Snape drawled the question mockingly. "I believe you should be back in your House dormitories, are you not?" The boys nodded, still pale and slightly afraid. It wasn't their first time getting into trouble with the Slytherin Potions Professor, and it would not be their last. "Ten points each from Hufflepuff, and a detention for both of you, too." Snape glared down at the two trouble-making Hufflepuffs, who both shifted uncomfortably. "To be scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. I do believe I will have a few others in this little...group." With a smirk towards the twins, Snape swept off across the hall and back towards the dungeons, his robes billowing out behind him.

Julius groaned and shook his head, fixing his twin with a steady glare. "You," was all he said before he stood and offered his twin a hand up. "Let's get back to our dorms, eh, Kaius?" The blue-eyed twin didn't protest as they went back to their dorm. They were in so much freaking trouble.

"We're so dead," Kaius muttered as they entered the Hufflepuff common room and took off down the tunnel-like hallway that led to the boys dorm. "So, so, dead."

Julius sighed. "Oh, shut up."

Leopoldina Rockharrow | The Hospital Wing... Again

This time was vaguely less traumatic, since this time Leo knew that her teeth could be put back in again.

But that didn't make it okay.

Everybody in the whole of Gryffindor House was there, including Lavinia and the other prefects, and Valentina. Everybody.

Except for one.

Madame Pomfrey, having seen the effects of last time, dealt with Leopoldina first, and once her pearly whites were reinserted she went off on a mission.

The common room was empty, bits of party debris scattered over floors and tables, and in one of the armchairs was Selwyn.

"Selwyn!" she shouted. "You are a despicable human being!"

"I am?"

"How dare you? It's bad enough that you inflicted it on me, but on the entire house? Oh, I know you're a Slytherin at heart, but have you really no loyalty?"

"Wait- you think I put the stuff in that bowl?"

"Yes!"

"It wasn't me! It was those Hufflepuff boys."

The boys Quin and Ara had been talking to. "Don't be silly," she said. "They're my sisters' friends, they would never pull such a horrible prank."

"Well it wasn't me! I don't know who it was."

Leopoldina gave him a look of disgust. "I know you're mean. I didn't know you were a liar."

Later on, when everybody was recovered and returned to the common room, McGonagall held a house meeting.

"I don't know who put this potion in the punchbowl," she said sternly, holding her dressing gown shut. "But if nobody owns up, I am afraid that all post-match parties from hereon will be cancelled."

She was met with silence. The professor sighed.

"If you wish to come confess your crime to me in private, then please do so. That is the mark of a true Gryffindor. Otherwise, if you know the identity of the culprit, you should bring it forwards. I can promise you utter confidentiality."

Still nobody spoke.

"I'll be in my office."

The common room slowly bubbled up with life again. Leopoldina watched Allen carefully. He made no move.

So she went herself. Through the portrait hole, along the cold corridor.

"Miss?" She knocked on the door to McGonagall's office.

"Come in."

Leopoldina stepped inside and took a deep breath. "I think I know who put the Tooth Potion in the punchbowl."

"You do?"

"Yes. It was Allen Selwyn."

McGonagall frowned. "Why do you think this, Miss Rockharrow?"

"He was the only person not affected, not to mention he did it to me earlier as well. I don't know how he spiked my drink, but he did."

"Has he admitted to doing this?"

"No, but I'm one hundred percent sure he's behind it."

McGonagall sighed. "A Selwyn in Gryffindor. Never thought I'd see the day. Very well, Leopoldina, you may go."

Owen | Hogwarts Grounds

The first signs of winter had arrived. Snow fell in dribs and drabs on Hogwarts, transforming the castle into an intricately iced bun. It wasn't cold enough for powdery snow yet, so instead the flakes clung to everyone's cloaks and boots and hats, and made Owen glad he had a decent scarf.

"Okay Matt," he said. "I'm ready."

The pair stood in a secluded part of the grounds beside a large oak tree. They had a lovely view of the snow-topped castle and could even see Hagrid's hut if they squinted.

Sae was apparently building a large white snow-rabbit by the tree. Apparently it had something to do with a book she was reading. It was by a strange Muggle author called "Carroll". Matt thought it sounded like a woman's name, but Sae insisted it was male.

"Are you watching, Carrow?" he asked and grinned. "We've got to make the most of you while you're here."

Sae looked at him curiously and played with her necklace. Owen noticed she wasn't wearing any flowers in her hair now winter had begun. He made a mental note to conjure some for her later.

"Ready or not," said Matt, hefting a well-packed snowball. "Here it comes!"

For all his clumsiness, Matt could certainly throw. The snowball arced directly toward Owen's head. There was no time to catch it, or turn and dodge it, so Owen took the only option left.

"Prote--UHHH!"

He was a bit slow. His wand was raised, his aim was true, but his lips couldn't manage the incantation fast enough. It felt like he'd been hit with a sledgehammer. Owen realised he was lying on his back on the ground.

"Merlin's beard, Matt," he said with a groan. "That was more like a rock than a snowball!"

Matt smiled proudly. "It took fifteen minutes to pack it together that tightly."

Sae turned back to her snow-rabbit.

Owen groaned again, pushed up from the ground and got to his feet. He brushed off his robe the best he could. He managed a lopsided grin for Matt.

"Come on then," said Owen. "I'm all warmed up now!"

Matt drew back his arm.

"I wonder what all those Professors are doing visiting Hagrid," murmured Sae.

"You what?" Owen turned to look. Sae was right -- at least five professors, including Dumbledore himself, were trudging through the snow toward his hut.

Owen only remembered the snowball when it his him in the side of the head. He felt himself hit the ground again and rolled onto his back. Matt walked over and helped him up.

"C'mon man. Try again. Third time lucky?" asked Matt.

Owen nodded. "Third time's the charm."

Spoiler

Posting as Snape with Triplet's permission - mostly a filler to give you another side of the scene, and also partly co-written by myself and Triplet. <3 And then a Samara post. The twins shall come later~ XD

Professor Snape | Potions Classroom - Detention ~ Two Weeks Later:

Snape’s gaze drifted towards the Gryffindor boy, and not for the first time that afternoon. Selwyn was scrubbing some of the cauldrons left over from the last class Snape had held while the Hufflepuff twins, nuisances that they were, were trying very hard to sort the large pile of Flubberworms that Snape had assigned the pair whilst doing everything they possibly could to mess it up. The Potions Master’s gaze narrowed as one of the twins accidentally ‘dropped’ a worm on the floor and stepped on it, giving Snape a cheerful smirk the entire time. “Kaius Rousseau,” he snapped, absently going back to the Wolfsbane he was brewing for the Selwyn boy, “please try to restrain yourself in my classroom, and do not destroy my ingredients or you will be buying me new stock.”

For some reason, the Selwyn boy seemed to be radiating obvious waves of hostility towards the twins--Kaius, in particular. He would stand up from scrubbing out the cauldrons, run a gloved hand over his forehead, notice the twins and narrow his eyes at them, growling something all the while. It was all he could do to not take ten points more off Gryffindor for some of the words he swore he could see Selwyn muttering under his breath. Purebloods had a rather large store of insults, when it came down to it...

“Sir?” That was Samara, trying to get his attention. “I believe it’s time to add the ginger roots.” Snape looked at the girl for a moment before he nodded and the girl trotted off to get the ingredients. He shook his head and refocused his attention on the werewolf in the room, a small sliver of fear sliding down his spine--that he swiftly shoved to the back of his mind. There was absolutely no reason whatsoever to be afraid of the boy in front of him. At least...not during the time when it wasn’t a full moon. Oh, how Snape was dreading tonight. He hoped he’d made the potion right, what with all the distractions in the room and a noisy potions student.

Snape accepted the ginger root from Samara with barely even a nod, his attention partly (okay, mostly) on the twins and Selwyn. As he watched, the blue-eyed twin, Kaius, slipped over to Allen and bent to whisper into the boy’s ear. Snape’s gaze narrowed as he watched them. And then Kaius was slipping back to his twin’s side and counting Flubberworms again, sparing Snape a delighted smile. He didn’t trust that smile at all.


Samara Devereux | Potions Classroom - Detention/Slytherin Common Room:

Samara watched in silence as their Head of House brewed the potion after fetching the ginger for him, gaze flickering between Snape and the rest of the students in detention with her. What is he looking at? she though, frowning at the Professor. She was jolted out of her thoughts at the sound of Snape’s voice; “Miss Devereux, the scarab beetle, if you will.” Samara nodded and went back to the ingredients cupboard to find it. When she returned, she found Snape again frowning at Allen.

“Professor?” she asked, frowning when Snape didn’t immediately focus his attention on her. He merely made a noise that she took as a ‘yes’ and frowned at her instead. “Why are you making a wit-sharpening potion?”

Snape sighed, loudly. She swore she saw his expression darken for a brief moment. “The Headmaster has requested it,” he said after a moment of thought and a dismissive glance towards the potion. “Merely a last-moment request, Miss Devereux. Nothing of too much importance. Do return to cleaning that cauldron, would you?”

Samara gave Snape a wary and slightly suspicious look but went and joined Allen in the cleaning of pots and cauldrons. For several minutes, she scrubbed out her cauldron, often sparing dark and wary looks for the twins on the far side of the room. She didn’t trust those two at all. They looked like arrogant pranksters, which is probably what they were and why they had ended up in Snape’s classroom for detention. She sighed, gaze drifting back towards their Potions professor, not completely surprised to find his attention back on...something. Was it Allen? She glanced towards the boy in question and shook her head. He merely looked grumpy, and who didn’t have a bad day every once in a while?

Finally, Snape looked up. “You are all dismissed,” he announced and they packed up what they were doing quickly, turning to leave. The twins raced out the door ahead of her, and just as she reached it, she heard Snape speaking to Allen. “Selwyn, if you would come here for a moment.”

She winced and quickly left the classroom. Samara really didn’t want to end up on Snape’s bad side anytime soon. She quickly raced off down the hall towards the Slytherin dorms, too tired to even think about dinner. If she didn’t know any better, she would’ve thought that Snape was a slave driver or something. Shaking her head, Samara entered the Slytherin Common room and swiftly made her way through it and towards the girl’s dorms. Oh, how she couldn’t wait to get some sleep.

Allen Selwyn | Gryffindor Common Room, nearing evening

Well. Detention went particularly well today. Snape knew I was having a bad day, and what did he do? Oh sure, let the Selwyn boy do the cauldrons. Snape’s nothing but an old miser, I swear. Old, yes. Very old. I bet he’s so old his brain’s already rotten away to the size of a Knut. Silly, stupid, miserable old Snape...

Allen looked over his shoulder, noticing junior Rockharrow glancing at him suspiciously. He had half a mind to make a face at her, but decided that would be worse than stooping to her level. He went back to his diary, dipping his quill in the ink absentmindedly.

Well, today’s going to be another of those days. Not that I particularly care. I’m used to it, really. Honest. What I’m more bothered about is what that twin told me. Alice. It was Alice all along. You’d think she’d have told me what she was up to, but no...and I thought she actually liked me as a friend. Maybe coming to Hogwarts was a mistake, after all...I mean, not only did I end up in Gryffindor, but Snape and all the other teachers hate me, and even my only friend here neglects me...what the heck am I supposed to do?

He chewed on his lower lip with a frown on his face, then flipped the book shut, but not before checking the lunar calendar on the main page. Yep, today was the day. He half-wished he could force the full moon into coming another week later, but not even magic could do something like that. He stood up and stretched, grabbing the book and his cloak on his way out the portrait hole.

What he didn’t notice was a certain Rockharrow quickly and quietly standing up and following suit, digging something out of her purse that looked suspiciously like a magical hair removal spray...

I'll just be doing a little catch-up scene

Leopoldina Rockharrow | The Third Year Gryffindor Girls Dormitory

Araminta's and Quintinia's beds were rather obviously theirs, surrounded by bottles of potions, skin-firming, hair-smoothing, eyelash-lengthening. It was true that McGonagall disapproved of such things, but she had never told them to get rid of them, Leo supposed, so it was fine.

"What do you need?" Ara asked.

Leopoldina took a deep breath. "I was wondering if you had any Hairy Fairy left."

"Yes, I have two full bottles in my trunk. But why?" She narrowed her eyes. "You're far too young to worry about having to shave your legs."

Leo knew Ara wouldn't approve of her using it for a prank. "I'm a young woman now, not a child."

Ara considered it, then went and got the bottle, pausing before handing it to her. "Be careful now. That stuff's irreversible. You use it, there's nothing to do except to wait for the hair to grow back."

Leopoldina nodded. "I understand that."

Rather hair than teeth, she thought. And rather Selwyn than me.

She would just have to wait until the opportune moment.

One Week Later

It came along with the first snow. Leopoldina was sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room, the society pages of Witch Weekly in front of her. Yes, Narcissa Malfoy's cerise dress robes were gorgeous, but then what wouldn't look gorgeous with her colouring? But Leopoldina wasn't interested. Instead she was watching Selwyn. Writing in his journal. That boy was such a girl.

Tonight was full moon. Leopoldina couldn't shake the memory of the lunar calendar. Wasn't full moon when magic most commonly happened? And Selwyn seemed so edgy.

Then all of a sudden, he jumped up, grabbed his cloak and his book and practically ran out of the common room.

Leo, as nonchalantly as she could, picked up her satchel and stuffed the magazine into it, and fastened her cloak. The can of Hairy Fairy was in her bag, pressing against her hip.

Oh, sweet revenge.