Wednesdays had become Kendra's favorite day of the week during her fifth year. There were no Quidditch practices on Wednesday, as the Gobstones club had grown so large that they had taken to reserving the pitch for their meetings on Wednesday- rain, snow, sleet, or sunshine. Kendra was mildly impressed with their dedication to a game that she quite frankly had never understood the appeal of, but her appreciation for Wednesday'sr had little to do with the Hogwarts Gobstones club (which had, in fact, gotten permission from Umbridge to re-form after her educational decree- perhaps she was a fan).
Wednesdays had become the day that Hermione and Kendra had longest in the library for their "study sessions", which had slowly been creeping further and further away from studying as they had begun to sit further and further towards the back of the library and out of view of the rest of the students there- not that Lisa would ever hear that they did anything more than study there, or Kendra would never hear the end of it.
Wednesdays were also the day that Dumbledore's Army had taken to meeting, since there were no quidditch practices on Wednesday. Kendra, like most of her friends, had come to adore her time spent in the Room Of Requirement, despite the slightly grim undertone of why they were there. It had become a weekly ritual, an escape from Umbridge, the place that they could loudly make fun of her as they tried to hex each other with no repercussions other than perhaps loosing a wand if one was too distracted by their own laughter to keep their shield charm up.
Kendra always woke up in a good mood on Wednesdays, and the first Wednesday of February was no exception. She woke up, yawning past the already-present grin on her face, as though nothing could stop her. She paused to give Euphenia some cuddles, because the cat was particularly inclined to cuddles on Wednesday mornings (and all other days of the week, really), before reaching over to her bedside table to take her pills with a glass of water.
"Morning, sunshine," Lisa commented, already running a towel through her wet hair. She was a much earlier riser than Kendra, even on Wednesdays- years Quidditch practice had conditioned Lisa to the life of an early bird, not that she minded a bit. "You're chipper today."
"It's Wednesday," Kendra shrugged, grabbing her neatly folded uniform from the top of her trunk as she stood. "Patronus' today as well."
"Not to mention you're going to go cozy up with Granger during lunch," Lisa said smugly. Kendra rolled her eyes but flushed.
"Like you're not going to go meet up with Travis in some empty classroom and drop your knickers," Kendra retorted. Lisa laughed.
"You've learned well, Kiki, I'm such a proud mum," Lisa sighed fondly. Kendra glared at the brunette.
"Don't call me that," she warned, though it wasn't with full sincerity. Lisa just laughed again.
"And for your information, I don't drop my knickers in empty classrooms, I only do that in broom cupboards and a couple of secret passages, much less likely to get spotted in those," Lisa grinned as Kendra's face scrunched up at the thought of Lisa and Travis getting caught.
The rest of the morning dragged on as usually. Breakfast was the same as it always was, full of spirited conversation between Luna and Lisa about parchment versus paper, though by the end of it, Kendra wasn't sure at all who was arguing for what.
After breakfast came potions, which nearly put Kendra to sleep as the combination of the dark potions room and the droning voice of Severus Snape were as potent as the Draught of a Living Death they were supposed to be brewing. Charms was filled with shrieking ravens and thunderously loud toads that they were supposed to be silencing- though Lisa and Kendra gossiped for most of class until Flitwick had to separate them because Lisa still hadn't silenced her toad.

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dursley [h. g.]
Fanfiction"i don't even think she's gay..." in which a teenage witch with plenty of problems of her own chases after her cousin's best friend. hermione x oc goblet of fire-19 years later