Lucky

Mischief Managed

            Morgana spent her final morning at Hogwarts making sure everything was crammed into her suitcase, and nothing remained in the dormitory that had been home for seven years. She was going to miss that comfy bed, those plush pillows, that carpet with the scorch mark on it from a prank gone wrong in third year. She laughed to herself quietly.

        The other girls were sitting on their beds, talking in quiet, upset voices. Scarlett glanced at her watch. "It's nearly time for breakfast, girls."

Morgana choked back a snigger.

Emma looked over at her. "What have you done this time?" She whispered dramatically, closing her eyes as though bracing herself.

Her best friend's smirk spread. "I found one of Minnie's hairs on a hat she left on her desk while I was 'leaving back a book.' And.."

"No!" Emma hissed.

"Yes." Morgana grinned evilly. "I snuck down to the kitchens about four o'clock this morning and spiked the breakfast pumpkin juice with polyjuice potion. I only had enough for the Gryffindor table though."

"Where did you even get that?!" Grace asked, head in her hands.

"Professor Slughorn's stores. It was not easy but it will be sooooo worth it."

Emma suddenly began to laugh hysterically, the image of a whole hall full of McGonagalls popping up in her mind. Scarlett followed suit, giggling, and the rest erupted into laughter too.

Straightening up, her eyes aglow with mischief, Morgana went into the pocket of her robes, and withdrew an aged piece of parchment, and her wand.

           "I solemnly swear I am up to no good," Morgana spoke, and the other girls looked up, grinning.

       "What are you planning?" Emma sighed, smiling nonetheless as she clambered over onto Morgana's bed.

"To leave a little bit of a legacy," the dark-haired girl smirked, standing up. "Who's in?"

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Professor McGonagall had been walking in the grounds and had come back in through the front door of the castle to discover muddy paw prints all over the tiled floor. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she inspected them, but with a sudden gasp her gaze was drawn elsewhere.

Every inch of the staircases seemed to be draped in tinsel, and doused in glitter. Some of the portraits had been transfigured to display not their original occupants, but well-known public figures and Hogwarts teachers. There was one of Professor McGonagall herself, scoffing a box of jam doughnuts, one of Harry Potter air-guitaring, and one of Professor Neville Longbottom necking a bottle of firewhisky. All of the suits of armour seemed to have had their hands arranged into rude gestures, and some had been magicked into a different colour.

McGonagall set to casting a spell to rearrange them all, but was interrupted by the shrieks of some young Hufflepuffs. She ran off to investigate and a Hufflepuff prefect filled her in quickly, stating that the Common Room was crawling with live badgers. "All the furniture's been transfigured into badgers. It was funny for awhile, Headmistress, but - well, now they've started trying to burrow in the carpet."

         Not a moment after she finished transfiguring all the badgers back into furniture, the Common Room door burst open and in rushed Teddy Lupin. His euphoric grin dropped slightly when he saw all the badgers had vanished, and McGonagall turned to stare at him, hand on hip.