My Godfather is an Innocent Convict (Rewrite)

Feathers of Truth

"You wet sock!" Elizabeth Whitmore shrieked, hurling a pillowcase across the dorm.

"You're the wet sock!" Millicent shot back along with two other pillows in rapid fire.

"What's going on?" Pansy asked, ducking behind Harriet who was looking about as equally confused as she felt.

"Pillow fight!" Amina grinned popping up from where she had been hiding behind a dresser.

Millicent ad Elizabeth both hurled a pillow in her direction.

"No." Pansy shook her head, "No, we are not doing this! Put that ba-"

She couldn't finish because Harriet had grabbed one of the throw pillows off if her bed and hit her square in the face with it. She now stood, facing Pansy, with a very pleased smirk on her face.

"Okay," Pansy said, "Your funeral."

It took less than 0.3 seconds for the room to descend into madness. Feathers came loose and flew everywhere, bedding arrangements were destroyed, the chandelier was slightly askew now and no one noticed Medusa eating Millicent's supply of beef jerky until they were all tuckered out and lying on the floor in a mess they didn't feel like cleaning up.

"That was fun!" Amina declared watching the last feathers float to the ground.

Elizabeth grabbed a handful of feathers and blew them into the air, like a softer snowfall.

"I'm glad everything worked out for you this year," she told Harriet.

"Pretty much," Harriet said shrugging.

"What didn't?" Pansy asked around a mouthful of snacks that had previously been hidden under a pillow.

"Oh, I just feel like I'm going to fail two classes," she grinned.

"Like hell you will!"

"Really! Divination doesn't seem like it went too well and I have a sneaking feeling I messed up a few charms assignments!"

"I doubt that'll affect your grades much."

"You don't know that."

"Honestly, you've had a perfect score for the past two years. You deserve to be humbled."

"Hey, uh, can I ask something?" Amina said. "Would you all accompany me to my parents trial in the holidays? I don't want to be alone."

"I'll be there!" Harriet promised immediately.

"We all will," Elizabeth spoke for herself and Millicent.

"Why not?" Pansy said, shrugging. "We all have a magic oath binding us already. It would be stupid if we backed out of this."

"Y'know," Millicent said, leaning back against the bed, "I think we should turn this into a sleepover or slumber party. We need a break."

"No complaints from me," Harriet said, "It's the weekend tomorrow."

Pansy gasped. "We should play truth or dare!"

A collection of groans ran around the room.

"Come on!" Pansy whined, "It'll be fun!"

"It always escalates!" Amina complained.

"And there's nothing to win!" Millicent said.

"Well..." Pansy trailed off.

"Well?" Harriet sighed.

"We could trade secrets."

"Absolutely not!"