That Damn Weasley Charm II G.W

Part 5, Chapter 9- Prefect Draco

Umbridge's speech goes on and on for what feels like years. Once everyone is finished talking or whatever I watch as Draco and his friend Pansy stand from the table and gather the first years together to show them the way to the common room.

"Can't believe your cousin is in charge," Emma says as we walk slowly through the crowd and out into the corridor.

"Bet you that his father got Snape to give him the position," I say to my friends.

George, Fred, and Lee are waiting by the staircase for us all. I nudge a small Ravenclaw student out of my way so we can all go over to them.

"What do you think of Umbridge? A ministry worker in Hogwarts?" Lee asks us.

Fred and George look at each other and smirk, "Sounds like a great way to test our Skiving Snack boxes." Fred says beaming.

"Skiving Snack boxes? Which one of you idiots came up with that name?" Emma says.

"Fred did," George says.

Emma rolls her eyes, "Course he did."

"Did any of you catch the part where she said every single 'P' word she knew? Preserving what ought to be preserved, perfecting what needs to be perfecting, and pruning wherever we find practices that ought to be prohibited" Walter says in a near-perfect impersonation of our new professor. He puts emphasis on every single 'P' which means that he sprays us all with spit.

George wipes his face with his sleeve but he's laughing none the less. "Fred and I should head out. We've got posters to make."

"Posters?"

Fred smiles like a little kid on Christmas morning, "We've got to try and get people to test our products because we can't do it ourselves anymore. It takes a lot out of a person you know."

"We're going to be hiring a couple dumb first years to do it for us. But we've got to make the posters first." Fred and George head up the stairs.

"hem hem!" I say mimicking Umbridge. Fred and George turn around and look at me.

George smiles and hops over the stair railing. He pulls me towards him and plants one big kiss on my lips, even doing the 'MMHWA' sound for extra effect. He winks at me and runs back up the stairs with Fred.

Lee kisses Walter and follows the boys up the stairs.

"Do you think that your mother will write to you once she's free?" Emma asks me as we walk down into the dungeons.

"Doubt it... but who knows honestly. It's not like I really know her as a person." I say. Emma opens the common room door and we all head inside.

"And where were you three?" Draco says coming up to us, his very polished prefect badge on his chest.

"None of your business Dray," I say to him.

"Actually it is my business given I'm a Prefect and all." Draco sort of shimmies his shoulders and smiles broadly.

I pat him on the shoulder and start walking away from him, "Prefect? More like designated tattle-tale." I call out to him.

My friends and I go over to the glass wall in the back of the common room, I snap a few times and point upwards and the students that were sitting on the couches get up and dash off somewhere.

Fergus and the common room cat dash past us in a feline game of tag, "Wonder if that fucker will ever die? It must be at least twenty years old at this point." Emma says pulling a big blanket into her lap.

"Dunno, the common room is full of some serious magic so I wouldn't be surprised if that cat lives forever," Walter says.

I yawn really loudly and stretch out my arms, my sleeve raises a bit so you can see a little bit of the Mark. I quickly pull my sleeve down, hopefully, no one else saw. When Emma and I went to talk to the other Slytherins we all learned that every one our year now has the Mark. All but Walter of course which means that his secret is going to come out into the open any day now. That he's a half-blood and all.

"We should probably head to bed, we've all got charms tomorrow morning and lord knows it's going to be awful." Emma yawns.

"Have you read through the things we have to study this year? It's mad, the gouging spell, blackboard writing, cleaning charms, blue sparks..." I start listing off all the chapters I saw in my new charms textbook when I was flipping through it in Flourish and Blotts.

"You forgot the best one, the reductor curse," Walter says happily.

Emma groans, "There's a lot of things that I consider to be worthy of the word best, the reductor curse is not one of them."

Walter and I both start laughing, "What the bloody hell was that sentence? Who are you? Madam Pince?" I laugh. Emma cracks a smile.

We do all decide to head to bed though, mostly just so I have an excuse to change out of my school robes. Now that I know what kind of things schools like Beauxbaton have to wear I'm definitely glad I go to Hogwarts and just have to wear black robes but they still aren't very comfortable.

When Emma and I get into our dorm, Clarissa and Miriam are already in their pyjamas and sitting on top of their beds. "How were your summers?" Miriam asks us.

"Bloody awful that's how my summer was," I grumble. I quickly change out of my school things and into my pyjamas. I don't bother with my usual long sleeve satin shirt and I just wear a tank top and my satin bottoms.

I crawl into bed and look at my friends... well no friends isn't the right word... but they're more than dormmates at this point... anyways. "Is it just me or did anyone's Mark burn earlier?" I ask them.

Miriam's right hand instantly touches her left forearm when I say the word Mark, "Mine did too, like halfway through the feast I think."

"Speaking of feast, did you get a load of that woman? Professor Umbridge?" Clarissa says her name in a super high pitched voice which makes us all laugh. I've forgotten how funny Clarissa can be, given we haven't had an actual conversation in nearly four years.

"Defense is on Friday. I'm sure we'll hear stories of her teaching techniques before then so we are at least a little prepared." Miriam says. Emma's the only one in the room that isn't in NEWT level Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"We've got charms tomorrow morning so I'm going to call it a night," I say to everyone. I pull my covers over myself and lie my head on my pillow. "Night everyone."

"I should probably head to bed as well given I'm in that class," Miriam says. Her, Emma, and I all blow out the candles that are on our bedside table and the room gets significantly darker, only a pale flicker of light is coming from the corner that Clarissa's bed is in.