❝ MERLIN'S GHOST! ❞
❝ I MEAN, YOU'RE NOT WRONG. ❞
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Albany Bronwen was no Chosen One by any means, but being haunted by the ghosts of the greatest sorcerer of all time and a former king had to count for something, right?
❃ in which a lone...
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"CAN YOU BELIEVE THE AMOUNT OF homework Snape just gave us?!" Albany said, fuming. "Thirty inches of parchment on the Draught of Living Death. For tomorrow, Faith, tomorrow! That's ridiculous!"
"Sucks to be you," Faith said with a shrug, looking all too pleased that she hadn't kept on Potions after her O.W.L.s. Albany was beginning to regret her decision, if not for her wanting to be an Auror after school.
The two girls had made their way to the dungeons during lunch break to spend their free time in the common room before the last classes of the day. Albany huffed, throwing herself dramatically into an emerald green bean bag. Only one week in and the year couldn't have gotten to a worse start — the Dungbomb Incident, as she was now referring to it as; detention with Flitwick on the first day back, a feat she wasn't sure even the Weasley twins had accomplished; and now she was being loaded with work from her professors, who saw sixth year as a time to kill off all their students instead of giving them a break after their O.W.L. year.
Faith sat down neatly opposite her, and offered a comforting smile. "If it makes you feel any better, I have to get up at four in the morning for an Astronomy paper," she said. "I think the professors are making us work really hard so we don't look dumb when the other schools arrive."
Albany folded her arms defiantly. "Well, maybe we won't look dumb, but we will look stressed to the nines."
Faith grinned, amused. "You should've been a Gryffindor," she laughed. "They never do any work; you'd fit right in."
Albany didn't disagree, her mind immediately going to Fred and George Weasley. If the rest of Gryffindor was anything like those two messers, she was certain that the house of lions didn't get a lick of work done. As for she herself being a Gryffindor?
"Not a hope," she said. "I'm a snake at heart. Hiss hiss," she added, though the enthusiasm was lacking — which made it even funnier to Faith, who had to stifle her laughter.
"O for effort," the dark-haired girl snickered. "Well, maybe if you had been a Gryffindor, you wouldn't have gotten a dungbomb in your trunk."
Albany wrinkled her nose. "Nah, they've pranked plenty of Gryffindors as well. I saw them turn one's hair blue this morning."
Albany chewed at her cheek, pondering it. She hadn't really given her revenge plans much thought, the reason being more to do with how busy she had been. She fully intended on getting them back at some point, whether or not they were pranking everyone in the school, but didn't really know where to start planning. She wanted it to be big; a decent prank, something to their standards that they couldn't laugh off like it was nothing. At least now with the weekend, she might be able to catch her breath and come up with something.
