It's Not A Prank.

Chapter 12: Creating Our Own Path

      I held the seedling in my palm and turned it over. It was but a bit of dittany, presumably for Professor Sprout or Snape. Although I couldn't see Professor Flitwick ever willingly doing extra work for Snape. Just then, George elbowed me from my left.

"Oi, bloody hell. What you do that for?" I hiss.

"Bet I can do this spell before you can."

"The bet?"

"Two galleons."

"You're on."

      I watched as George waved his wand back forth, muttering to himself. The little pot sat in front of me, awaiting to be dug. 

"Defodio." I said confidently.

     The soil had contorted and swirled before a centimeter long hole began to form.

"Georgie be ready to pay up. Defodio." I said more sternly. 

     The bottom of the teeny flowerpot became visible, and I happily filled the gap with my seedling, much to George's dismay. 

"I almost had it."

"I'm sure you did, Georgie."

     George picked up a pinch of dirt and flung it in my direction. The dirt dusted my portion of the desk and George looked to me. I swatted him with my wand in response. 

"Sinistra, Weasley, detention!" Flitwick's squeaky voice rang out.

"Oi, I haven't done anything!" Fred exclaimed.

"Not you! Other Weasley!"

"What about me?" Lee asks.

"Yeah, giving us detention, but leaving out our poor mate!" George added.

"No, no, no. Sinistra and that Weasley only." Flitwick pointed to George.

"Oi, now you're leaving out half of us?" I chimed in.

"All of you. Detention! A week! A week of detention!"

"Appreciate it, mate. See you tonight!" Fred yelled out just as the bell chimed.

Fred:

     Professor Flitwick's classroom was chilly and quiet when we arrived for our detentions. The big luminous windows were now filled with the muted silver moonlight. The benches sat empty, and the room felt hollow. The only noise being the quill strokes coming from a tall desk centered on the wall in front of the dark windows. 

"Ah yes. You four. Come in, come in." 

     We shuffled in, dreading our punishment. Flitwick motioned for us to sit near his desk, to which we listened. 

"You are all very bright. I believe you can do great things if you focus your intellect on more studious matters rather than recreational...ideas." 

     I would've preferred scrubbing cauldrons with Snape to a long guidance speech from Flitwick. And it was long. Ridiculously long. He spoke of our history of pranks and how much of the smarts we had could change the Wizarding World and that we were wasting them. He droned on for over an hour before making us write lines. We shall use our intellect for good, not pranks. One hundred lines each. Once we were all settled with quills and parchment, Professor Flitwick excused himself to the bathroom. 

"Oi, you lot want to make a tunnel tonight?" Rose whispered to the group.

"Tonight? No planning?" Lee asked.

"What is there to plan? Just need where." I answered. "Maybe between the dorms?"

"Not sure how it'd work, but possibly."

"I believe the tunnel to the kitchen was a bloody good idea." Lee chimed in.

"Dig two then?" George asks.

"Actually. Well, I'm sure this will be incredibly loud. Will need some muffling charms as well."

"What about a distraction? Ro, we could set off some fireworks in the Great Hall, wake the professors, get them to the hall without suspecting anything else." I asked.

"Then we could have a second round for when we blast the tunnels." George adds.

"So much for not planning." Lee mutters.

     Rose kicks his foot under the table. He goes to kick her back just as the classroom door flew open. Professor Snape's long hooked nose emerges from behind the door and faces us. 

"I've noticed a few of my potion supplies have vanished. As you had caused such a disturbance in my own classroom upon the time of its disappearance as well as your performance prior to the champions being chosen, I expect you all may have a had a hand in it. Thievery is not tolerated at Hogwarts and if I happen to notice further discrepancies, I will ensure it will be handled accordingly. Whether it be using a personal vial of Veritaserum or Hogwarts approved methods to discover your lies."

"Us? Thieves? George have you ever heard such a thing?"

"No such thing, Fred! We would-no, could never!" 

"Professor Snape, good evening." Flitwick's puny voice echoed from across the room.

"Professor Flitwick." Snape answered before darting from the room. 

"How far along are we?" Flitwick asked.

"Reckon I lost count due to our surprise visitor." I answered.

"Oh blimey. Well, I suppose it's alright. You run along now and remember what I said!"

     We gathered our things and ran for the door. We had plans to attend.