The Water Demons

Dylan, Jolliet, Mary Ellen and Jeannie entered the castle from the courtyard through a side door. They walked down the corridor and began their ascent up the staircase to the first floor. At the top of the stairs, Dylan looked up and saw the Toad passing the twins as they walked up the stairs ahead of her. They quickly stepped aside to let the Toad pass as she made her way down the stairs carrying a clipboard and quill. "I bet you anything she's going to evaluate one of the professors' academic styles," Jeannie said sarcastically.

"Too bad she won't learn anything from it," Jolliet stated.

When she reached the top of the staircase, Fred and George were waving Dylan to come over to them from across the corridor. She shrugged her shoulders, confused until they indicated Umbridge disappearing down the marble staircase. "Guys, tell Professor McGonagall I forgot my essay and will be a bit late."

"Dylan, no!" But too late, Mary Ellen's warning was drowned out as Dylan hurried over to the twins.

"Fred, George, hi," she said, stopping at the last step of the staircase next to them. "What's up?"

"George," Fred teased, indicating himself in his usual habit of switching names on her. "She won't be in her classroom if she is attending another class, will she?"

"Perfect opportunity, wouldn't you say?" George asked.

Dylan caught on and then grimaced. "We have Transfiguration now. We'll be late!"

"Not if you have the tadlowogs on you, like you're supposed to," Fred remarked.

"I don't have them on me – but I can go get them," she said. "Are you sure..."

"Go!" they interrupted her.

"Wait for me a moment near the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom," she said as she ran the whole way up to her room, magicked two baby grindylows into small jars and ran back to the classroom. The twins were standing in a doorway in the corridor, and she nearly passed right by them in her haste.

"Right, good, follow me," Fred said enthusiastically. The first years were all sitting at their desks reading their books when Dylan burst in and suddenly froze. George halted abruptly in the doorway behind her to keep himself from barreling into her.

Filch was sitting at the Toad's desk. "What is the meaning of this!" he snarled.

George stayed in the doorway, Fred behind him, as Dylan entered a few steps. Egads, Filch! Think... an excuse to come in here... "It's that... ghost... on the... second floor... girls' loo," Dylan said, bending over as if to catch her breath, but loud enough for George and Fred to hear easily enough. I hope he buys this... that ghost, Myrtle, is notorious for flooding the bathroom.

She heard Fred say to George, "Right, okay... I'll take care of it," from where he was still standing outside the classroom door. Boy, does he catch on quick.

"What about her?" Filch asked, not bothering to rise. Dylan held up her hand and pretended to be too winded to speak. "Out with it, girl. You are disturbing the class." She counted to twenty slowly, then rose up, and she and George approached the desk. Her fingers curled around the small jar in her pocket.

Finally when they reached the desk, she took a deep breath. "She has... someone has... upset her – again. I think she's... going to flood the loo. We were... sent to inform the... Professor Umbridge. It's lucky that we found you instead, sir," she stammered out slowly.

Filch didn't even to bother asking who sent her. He stood and walked to the front of the desk and barked out, "You will all stay in your seats and read the chapter assigned for today. If I come back and you hooligans have run amuck – you will all have detention with me for a week." Dylan, standing behind Filch, opened up the jar of tadlowogs. George, standing next to Filch, seemed to be effectively blocking anyone in the class from witnessing what they were doing. George flicked his wand behind his back and cast the angry creatures into the water pitcher.

Filch turned around just as she put the jar back into her pocket. "You can go now." One student snickered as Dylan passed his desk. Frightened at being caught, she turned to look at him and noticed that George winked at the boy as he passed by him. Several students tried to stifle laughs behind their hands. "Get on with it, I haven't all day," Filch demanded and then limped along behind Dylan and George as they left the room.

Dylan breathed a sigh of relief as they reached the stairs heading to the Transfiguration classroom. "That was fairly well blundered," she said finally.

"No, that was well done," he replied laughing.

She looked at him, bewildered. "There was a first year in the first row that saw us! He snickered as I walked by – and you winked at him. He's bound to know!"

"He's a Gryffindor. Rayne, I think." George shot her a wicked, crooked grin. "I'll have a word with him after class. Besides, we were standing right next to Filch, and he was watching us the whole time – well, me at least. Believe me, we pulled that one off."

"But won't she begin to suspect me?" Dylan asked.

"I think it's time to up the ante," he replied with a nod. "What do you say? Feel like you can go to the next step?"

Dylan felt a sudden flicker of fear. This is working out so well. Besides... How... What else could he have in mind? "Like what?"

"Trust me?" he said with a wicked grin. "This is when it gets fun." Dylan tried to wipe off the incredulous look from her face as she entered the Transfiguration classroom. Fred was just sitting down in his seat as they entered.

"Explain yourselves," Professor McGonagall demanded. "Why are you both so late?"

"I forgot my essay in my room, Professor," he stated calmly.

Dylan froze. That was my line... Think! "I stopped to use the girls' loo on the second floor, and I think I may have upset the ghost in there. I went to inform Professor Umbridge and ran into Mr. Filch instead. I'm sorry, Professor – I just thought that I should tell someone with the proper authority," she lied. "You know – because of that decree she posted, regarding teacher limitations."

Professor McGonagall glared at her as soon as Dylan mentioned 'someone with the proper authority' and then softened upon mentioning Umbridge's decrees. She regarded Dylan and Fred for a moment, and a brief glimpse of a smile appeared before she once again assumed her stern countenance. "Fine, take your seats – quietly. Messrs Weasley, you can get the notes form Mr. Jordan after class. Miss Avondale, I'm sure Miss Greenfield will let you copy hers. Five points from each of you for being late."

~o0o~

Dylan was surprised to see a house-elf standing in front of her as she stepped out of the girls' loo. "Miss is to have this," the little elf said, bowing while holding up a note for her. Stunned, she accepted the note and thanked the elf, who vanished as suddenly as he appeared. She suspiciously opened the note, and wasn't surprised to see Fred's ... or George's handwriting.

Meet us at our favorite statue after dinner. We'd love some more hair products.

F. G.

Dylan tried to look casual as she ran up the stairs to the seventh-floor corridor. Like before, George stood waiting for her. "Hi... ah – Fred? Have you been waiting long?"

"George," he corrected her, "and no I haven't. C'mon." He took her arm and walked briskly down to where Fred paced.

As Dylan approached the tapestry of Barnaby and his ballerina trolls, the door across the corridor opened. "Hi, Fred," she said.

"No, George," he teased her.

Dylan stopped in her tracks. "No. Wait – he's George," she said, confused as George nudged her to go inside.

"Oops, I guess you got it right," Fred said mockingly, his eyes flashing with mischievous delight. "I suppose that means that you can tell us apart now." Dylan shook her head, laughing, and then looking at the room with awe. She quickly turned around as George pulled the door shut, caught a glimpse of the tapestry, and turned back utterly confused.

The old classroom was gone. The room was smaller than she remembered, and instead of desks, there were plush chairs with matching ottomans and a large fireplace, replete with roaring fire with a very large fur between them.

Somehow they've changed the room, or they transfigured all this! They really are amazing wizards. "Oh, I just love rugs like that! I could just stretch out on it and lie there all night!" Dylan exclaimed and wistfully looked down at the rug.

Both guys looked at her with surprised, expectant faces. "I wouldn't mind if you do," Fred said, smirking.

"We could join you if you'd like?" George replied with a mischievous edge to his voice

"Make things cozy – if you're up for a bit of fun?" Fred asked hopefully.

She looked at them, confused. "Huh?" she uttered as she removed her shoes and plopped into one of the big chairs.

"Okay, no roll on the rug," Fred stated. "So, we are here to discuss the next payment for our hair care products."

"Oh, yes... before I forget!" Dylan reached into her pockets and drew out two more bottles. "I think I'd like to do it in the loo, if that's all right?"

"Would you now?" they answered her simultaneously.

"Yes. Do you think you can get in?" she asked innocently. Both guys stared at her, stunned. "I mean, do you know how?"

Fred recovered first, his expression quickly turning lustful. "We could figure it out..."

"It would be soo much fun trying," George said, rising to the challenge.

"Okay, good that's settled... How should we go about this then?" she asked.

Fred looked at her, the smirk on his face both a challenge and a dare. "You could leave that to us..."

"I'm sure we can handle everything just fine!" added George, his smile saying it all. "We'll just guide you right through it."

Dylan suddenly caught on to what they were implying, and she covered her mouth, blushing. "I mean – when? The tadlowogs – can we leave them in her loo?" she asked, laughing silently with embarrassment, biting tenderly on her fingernail. "That would be so funny. It was your idea, Fred," she said, pointing at George.

"George," he corrected her. "And I believe that the loo was my suggestion; the tadlowogs were yours."

"I still can't tell you apart," she said with a big sigh.

"Fred," he said, pointing to himself. "George," he said, aiming his thumb at his brother. "Of course, if we are both with you does it really matter? You're going to lose track anyway once we get you into it."

Dylan sat bolt upright, her face flaming pink and her mouth dropping open. "I meant the tadlowogs! Putting the tadlowogs in the Toad's loo!"

"Of course you did," George said laughing. "Get your mind out of the gutter – you're acting like a Nymph." Her eyes grew large as she looked at Fred and then back at George, and she blushed a deeper pink.

"So, to answer your question and clarify it for you," Fred stated, amused by her reaction. "Yes, we know where her rooms are."

"And how to get in," George finished. "We leave one tadlowog in the water decanter on her bedside table, one in the sink..."

"Course she'll see that one, so we'll use the larger ones there," Fred continued. "We can leave several in her tub, and a few in her loo too and really give her a fright." He counted them off on his fingers. "Which would be eight of them. Do you have that many?" She stared at him with her mouth slightly open and simply nodded.

"By my count, we have only two left of the first batch you had in your room, but those two should be almost fully mature in a few weeks," George said grinning. "So how big are the ones that hatched just before we started all this?"

"The ones from the second hatching just got their arms and tentacle-like fingers... They still have a bit of their tails still. In a week maybe – we should wait two or three... But we'll get in serious trouble if we're caught!" she said and bit her lip as her hands clenched, then fully opened, then curled again. "I'm surprised that this hasn't gotten all over the school by now. Are you sure we can pull this off?"

"Absolutely," Fred replied. "Trust us – you have so far."

"Besides, we want that stuff you got for us as payment for doing all this," George replied. "Next week, when you have Care of Magical Creatures and we have Herbology, we'll skive off. We'll meet in the hospital wing and sneak back into the castle. Pull our prank, and then slip back to the hospital wing. After that, you'll catch up with your friends, and we'll meet up with ours, and we'll all have alibis." Fred kept nodding as George laid out the plan, obviously thinking that this was a great idea.

Dylan sat back in her chair, baffled at how running back and forth from the hospital wing wouldn't get them noticed... or worse – caught. "How are we going to skive off class?"

"You'll have a nosebleed," George stated. "It will stop as we arrive at the hospital wing, we'll pull the prank, and then you'll go back to the hospital wing because your nose will start bleeding again."

"You'll have to trust us," Fred said, grinning at George's explanation. "Have we ever led you astray?"

"No," she said, thinking over what he suggested. "But I don't get nosebleeds often..."

"We have something that will give you a nosebleed," Fred said, unable to believe she hadn't caught on yet. "Haven't you heard of our Nosebleed Nougats?" She shook her head. "We'll sell you two of them. Trust us, they work great."

Dylan nodded, and she stared into the fire, mesmerized. The mention of nougat made her mouth water. "I wish I hadn't missed dessert tonight. Something sweet and gooey would really be great right about now," she sighed wistfully.

Fred looked at her curiously. "What would you like?"

Dylan closed her eyes imagining her favorite luxury dessert. "I want a big ice-cream sundae with melted hot chocolate, caramel, lots of nuts and covered in whipped cream..." When she opened her eyes three sundaes were sitting on a small table between them exactly as described. "How did you do that?"

"Magic," Fred said, looking at her amused.

"Wizards," George said, indicating the two of them.

"Magic castle," Fred added, holding up both hands. "You have to ask?"

Dylan grabbed one of the sundaes, scooped up a finger full of whipped cream and stuck it in her mouth. Both guys gave her excited looks that expressed their desire and lust, which made her laugh. "What? It's delicious!" she said, after drawing her finger from her mouth. She promptly took another finger full, catching a bit of caramel with the whipped cream. She licked a bit off that was about to fall, before she put the rest of it in her mouth.

"Oh, I wouldn't do that again," George said with a groan.

"Unless you have something in mind that includes us," Fred said, his eyes riveted on the finger still in her mouth.

George shifted in his chair, sliding forward in her direction. "You are giving us ideas you may not be ready for..." Her eyes became wide as they locked on his. She shifted her gaze to Fred's, stunned to see his lusty expression. She quickly pulled her finger from her mouth.

"Relax, will you? We're not going to pounce on you. 'Course I really liked it when you pounced on me," Fred said smirking. "But, oh, yes... Do that again and I make no promises."

Dylan decided to eat her sundae with her spoon, making both guys laugh at her. "Okay then... We are all set for next Wednesday."

~o0o~

Dylan was reading the Daily Prophet in the Great Hall over breakfast, when an owl landed in front of her with the latest edition of The Quibbler. She quickly ducked The Quibbler under the table as soon as the owl flew off. Mary Ellen leaned in to read the cover with her. The headlines blazed across the top cover, Dumbledore hires Centaur at Hogwarts. "Mary Ellen, it took weeks for the news about a centaur teaching classes to be reported," Dylan pointed out. "It took less than a day for the Daily Prophet to expose Professor Lupin, and every decree Umbridge makes appears the next issue. I wonder why the Ministry is suppressing the news about a centaur teaching classes?"

"Oh, Dylan, look," Mary Ellen said, pointing to the bottom left corner, which showed a picture of the Knight Bus parked a short distance behind a burning tree. The image changed, and a large black dragon zoomed across the upper half of the square and flamed the tree, which erupted in flames as people ran back inside the Knight Bus in the lower corner of the image. The caption read, Hebridean Black Spotted Off Hebrides Island, page four.

Dylan scanned the brief article. "'The MacFusty Clan of the Hebrides Islands, traditionally responsible for the care of these endangered dragons, admitted to reporters that a mature female escaped confinement during her mating flight. The female was recaptured later that same day... and only two farms were burnt while the dragon was loose.' Lucky, huh?"

The bottom right corner showed the same picture of Harry Potter, who looked around and waved occasionally with the words: Reactions to interview with Harry Potter, page two, emblazoned above it. Below the picture the captions read, Interview with Minister of Magic – does he believe Harry Potter and why not? Page six. If You-Know-Who is back – why is the Ministry afraid to admit it? Page seven...

"Dylan, the Toad is looking over here," Jeannie warned her.

Dylan slipped the publication into her inner robe pocket and leaned in close to her friends to whisper. "Not one article about any strange, supposedly innocuous creature or any dribble about insupportable and unsubstantial creatures either."

"You still believe what they print?" Mary Ellen asked. "I mean, they used to write the most ridiculous articles."

Dylan nodded. "I used to read the publication for amusement, but lately they have been actually reporting real news, untainted by Ministry repression. Read together with the Daily Prophet, you get a bigger picture lately. Besides, Rita Skeeter is still writing for them. How off can they be?"

Out of habit, Dylan looked up at the Gryffindor table, to see where Fred and George were sitting. There was a barn owl sitting in front of them, taking a piece of bacon from the one on the left. He looked up and caught her staring at him and gave her a slight nod with a wink. She blushed and turned her head quickly, embarrassed.

A moment later another owl landed in front of Dylan, as a third swooped in carrying a small package from her parents. She had just untied the string when the barn owl, the one which had been sitting in front of the Weasley twins, dropped a small folded piece of parchment in her eggs and flew away. "Hang on a minute, Sina," she said to her mum's owl. "I may need you." She opened up the note. She fed Sina some bacon from her plate.

Dylan,

I need to see you before class.

Meet me right after lunch.

Fred

"What does he want?" Jeannie asked when she saw the name on the note. Dylan shrugged, although she was fairly sure it pertained to the Nosebleed Nougats he had mentioned before.

"Dylan!" Mary Ellen hissed. "You cannot still be... You'll get caught. No. Dylan, tell me – is it?"

"I told you, one canister for one tadlowog. That was our deal," Dylan replied. "And they really want that stuff. They want to get her again, today."

"Dylan. No! That... that thing bit you and you had to go to the hospital wing! Keep this up and you'll get caught!" Mary Ellen admonished. "Besides, Professor Flitwick told you to get rid of it today. Professor Hagrid is expecting you to bring it to class."

Dylan wrote back to him.

Fred,

Yes, I need to talk to you.

I can't today. Please don't be mad.

I'll meet you at our favorite smarmy guy.

Dylan

"Sina, please take this to the red-headed twins at the other table across the hall; but you cannot fly from here to there. I need you to be discreet. So if you don't mind, fly out then come back." Her mum's owl regarded her, hooting softly, and then flew away with her reply. "I know," she admitted, turning back to Mary Ellen and Jeannie. "The two of them have almost fully matured. I have to get rid of them, but the other tadlowogs are still too immature, so no. What we have planned will have to be in two more weeks – we'll just use the immature ones."

"I hate having those things in our room," Jeannie stated. "I'll be glad when they are gone, but – the Toad, she's going to catch you if you keep this up."

"Not with the Weasley twins helping me. You'd be amazed at just how easy this has been with their help, so far." Dylan looked up and saw Sina swoop down on the twin that had winked at her. "Besides, it's not like the Toad doesn't deserve it."

~o0o~

Fred pulled on Dylan's arm as soon as she appeared on the sixth floor staircase heading down to lunch. "I have something for you," he said quietly, as he casually descended the stairs beside her. He grabbed hold of her upper arm, and pulled her aside on the fifth floor corridor, which was emptying quickly as the students rushed off for lunch.

"George – um, Fred..." Dylan stopped short and pulled her arm from his grasp. "What?"

"Fred," he said with a wicked smile. "I suppose we have made it rather hard for you to tell us apart. Okay, remember, our Nosebleed Nougats?" She shook her head. "I have two of them for you. Trust me, they work great."

"I can't do this," Dylan answered him, surprised by his actions. "I have to get rid of those creatures today. They are fully mature, and I can't keep them in my dorm room anymore."

"This way," he said roughly, dragging her along at a run. He pulled aside a tapestry exposing a narrow recess that led to a doorway and drew her inside. "So what happened?" he asked confused. "Did you chicken out?"

"No – um, Fred?" Dylan said, lowering her head. In the cramped space her forehead nearly rested on his shoulder. "The last two in the big tank are fully matured now and are becoming vicious. The other fifteen or so in the other tank are not mature enough."

"Yes – we established that already," he stated with a smirk. Dylan stifled a laugh at his response, pleased that she actually got his name right. "So we can still do the larger two, right?"

"It bit me yesterday," Dylan tried to explain. "Madame Pomfrey asked me how I had been bitten by a grindylow. It's mature now – it would be..."

"Big deal. So we leave it in her loo," Fred interrupted her.

"The tank is big. I can't hide it in my pocket," she explained, "and I can't fit the grindylows in my jar. I tried. That's how I was bitten! Besides, I have to get rid of them anyway. Flitwick found out about my grindylows!"

"All right," he said, leaning against the stone wall. "Let's do it now – you and me."

"You have to be kidding! Didn't you hear me?" she asked. "I'm expected to take them down to Professor Hagrid today so he can release them."

"Look, we'll go get the tank. I'll be helping you get it outside and..." He paused, considering. "Well we can at least get the thing down to the first corridor... and take it from there. We have the perfect excuse to have the creatures... It will work." Dylan stifled a laugh at his trail of thoughts. "I should give you this first," he suggested, handing her something that resembled two pieces of two-tone flavored candies.

"Are these the nougats? How much?" she asked, eyeing the candy that would make her nose bleed.

"There is something I've wanted to do since this whole thing started," he said, placing his hand on the wall by her head. "I'll accept this instead..."

"What?" she asked, looking up at him. In the dim light of the recessed doorway it was difficult to read the look in his eyes.

He gently placed his fingers under her chin, lifting her face, leaning in close to her. "This." His lips met hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine and made her head spin. When his kiss ended he brushed his cheek against hers. "I've been thinking about your kiss ever since that night."

Dylan was thankful for the semi darkness, because that way he couldn't see her blush. "You have?" she asked breathless.

"Yes," he said as he lifted her head again, his lips seductively teasing hers and then becoming firmer, more demanding. He leaned into her, pressing her against the wall. Not sure what to do with her hands, she placed them on his waist. When he seemed to pull back a bit, she opened her mouth to say something and his tongue slid across her lip before he deepened his kiss.

When he stopped, her breathing was ragged and she felt light headed. "We better go get your tank, before this gets out of hand," he finally said. Dylan still stunned, turned as he pulled back the tapestry to let her out, and he chuckled softly.

Back in her room, Dylan applied a sealing charm on the tank and an anti-spilling spell. The grindylows looked at her akin to loathing as she picked up the tank, after sealing the top to keep the creatures in. The engorged tank was awkward to carry, and she had a hard time navigating the stairs back to her common room and out the doorway.

Fred, who had waited in the corridor, laughed as she struggled with the tank. "Here, this should help," he said, flicking his wand, making the tank lighter.

"Now why didn't I think of that?" she admonished herself. Even with the help of his spell, Dylan still found that she needed his help to carry the engorged tank down the stairs, grateful he had volunteered to do so.

They had just managed to carry the tank to the first floor corridor when Fred spied Peeves floating in the direction of the classrooms. He quickly pulled out his wand. "Dylan, I've an idea, stop just by the loos, okay?" he asked, as he sent a bolt of light after Peeves, hitting the poltergeist in the back.

"Fred, no... not..." she said, and Peeves let out a squawk and turned to see them with the tank.

"Oh, naughty, naughty..." the poltergeist sang as he soared in their direction. "Caught you rightly... being rascally...."

Dylan was terrified. "Not Peeves, please... He'll..." she started to say as Peeves lifted the tank from them.

"Nice and mucky, simply slimy... Oh, this is messy..." he said in his sing-song voice, swinging the tank above their heads.

Fred quickly spelled both the boys' loo and the girls' loo doors wide open with two jabs of his wand, as Peeves lifted the tank to throw it. "Run," he said, trying to pull her along with him.

The large tank crashed, shattering on the floor as they started to leave. The mucky water splashed across the floor, and the two, now furious grindylows slid to opposite sides of the corridor. Dylan took one look back, stopping in stunned disbelief as one grindylow disappeared into the boys' loo, the other into the girls' on the opposite side of the corridor. Students, drawn to the noise, were all ready ducking for cover, as Peeves sailed away, laughing.

Fred quickly ducked into the History of Magic classroom, dragging her with him. "You could have told me you planned on using Peeves!" Dylan hissed, trying to quell the fear rising inside her. There were a few screams coming from the corridor behind them.

"Didn't have the time; however, it was perfect!" he said grinning.

"You call that perfect? We nearly got caught!" Dylan hissed. "Everyone will be finishing lunch right now, heading for class, and I do not have the grindylows! They are in the loos – one in the boys' and the other in the girls'!"

"I know – I opened up the doors for them. They will naturally be drawn to the only source of water – the loos!" Stepping around the door, Fred checked to see if the coast was clear. "Nope, he's not around," he said, opening the door for her.

"What was that?" the sticky sweet voice of the Toad asked. Fred swore silently. "Who is not around, Mr. Weasley?"

"Peeves," Dylan answered, stepping out under Fred's arm, seeing Professor McGonagall walking toward them among the throng of students that were filling the corridor.

"Miss Avondale..." Umbridge eyed the remains of the mucky water that had splashed on their robes. "Caught in the act, I see."

"We," Dylan said, indicating Fred and herself, "were carrying my grindylow tank down to my Care of Magical Creatures class, when Peeves took my tank and dropped it. Fred pulled me away before he could drop the tank on us." Suddenly there was a shriek from the vicinity of the girls' loo.

"Grindylows?" Umbridge asked curiously. Two boys jumped back out of the boys' loo, obviously agitated. Several girls were now clustered outside the girls' loo. Their shrieks and screams could easily be heard mixing with several expletives from the boys.

"Yes," Dylan said, looking completely abashed, "Gransel and Gretel... for my project. I wanted to see how they matured. Professor Hagrid knows about them." She was surprised to see that somehow, Fred managed to keep a straight face.

"Do you mean to tell me you have been studying them?" Umbridge asked in total disbelief. Dylan pulled a notebook from her book bag and handed it to Professor Umbridge. "What's that?"

"My detailed entries of their life cycle, for my two grindylows," she said, looking Umbridge in the eyes. "Although, I don't mention them by name in my notes, I have documented their life cycle to date."

Umbridge scanned down the notebook and then closed it with a snap, thrusting it back at Dylan. "I do not believe you have been raising grindylows in your dorm room as a project. You have been raising them and leaving them in my class. Haven't you?" she sneered, her girlish smile evaporating. "Haven't you!" Dylan and Fred opened their mouths to refute her claims, but she stopped them. "Not one word. I know it was you. Somehow you have... Detention! The both of you."

~~o0o~~

Author's Note:

When this story was written I hadn't read DH yet – so I was unaware that the Room of Requirement cannot produce the three ice-cream sundaes as I have written in the story. But since this story is strictly OoTP compliant and the last chapter is partially HBP compliant – I chose to leave in the ice-cream sundae scene as I wrote it. Mostly because it's cute and I like it.