Our little secret

Chapter 25

Ophelia walked into the Gryffindor common room. It looked as welcoming as ever, a cozy circular tower room full of dilapidated squashy armchairs and rickety old tables. A fire was crackling merrily in the grate and a few people were warming their hands before going up to their dormitories; on the other side of the room Fred and George Weasley were pinning something up on the notice board.

She walked over to the boys ruffling their hair from behind "What are you two up to?" The boys stood together, shoulder to shoulder, hiding whatever they were pinning up "It's nothing Lia" George said forcing on a smile. Ophelia turned to look at Fred "You'll see" he said with a small smirk. She sighed. She moved forward to hug him, in hopes of seeing what they were putting up but Fred spun her around so she was now backing the board. She sighed once again in defeat and hugged him "Night boys" Ophelia said walking away "Night Lia" they said in unison.

Ophelia walked into her dorm. Glad that there was no one there. She got ready and went to bed. The only thing she remembered before falling asleep was the door slam shut and a few snickers.

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Ophelia walked into the Common Room ignoring the stares and confused looks from a few people, her fist clenched. She was going to KILL whoever had done this. She had woken up this morning to her hair being only shoulder length. "Oh, Lia.... new style?" Hermione stopped to look at her friend" I woke up like this for some reason. Some nutjob played hairstylist while I was sleeping" Ophelia responded, causing her friend to laugh "Well I think you look absolutely - Oh for heaven's sake" She was staring at the common room notice board, where a large new sign had been put up.

GALLONS OF GALLEONS!
Pocket money failing to keep pace with your outgoings?
Like to earn a little extra gold?
 Contact Fred and George Weasley,
Gryffindor common room,
 for simple, part-time, virtually painless jobs
(WE REGRET THAT ALL WORK IS UNDERTAKEN AT APPLICANT'S OWN RISK)

"They are the limit," said Hermione grimly, taking down the sign, which Fred and George had pinned up over a poster giving the date of the first Hogsmeade weekend in October. Ophelia took the poster from her friend and looked at it with a smile. They truly are strange she thought to herself "We'll have to talk to them, Ron." Ophelia did not even realize that the redhead and Harry had come up to them. Ron looked positively alarmed."Why?" "Because we're prefects!" said Hermione, as they climbed out through the portrait hole. "It's up to us to stop this kind of thing!"Ron said nothing; Ophelia could tell from his glum expression that the prospect of stopping Fred and George doing exactly what they liked was not one that he found inviting."Anyway, what's up, Harry?" Hermione continued, as they walked down a flight of stairs lined with portraits of old witches and wizards, all of whom ignored them, being engrossed in their own conversation."You look really angry about something." "Seamus reckons Harry and Ophelia are lying about You-Know-Who," said Ron succinctly, when Harry did not respond and Ophelia scoffed. Hermione, whom Harry had expected to react angrily on his behalf, sighed."Yes, Lavender thinks so too," she said gloomily. Ophelia gasped "Lavender" Hermione looked over to her friend confused "Lavender did this," she said pointing to her hair"Been having a nice little chat with her about whether or not I'm a lying, attention-seeking prat, have you, Hermione?" Harry said loudly." No," said Hermione calmly, "I told her to keep her big fat mouth shut about you, actually." "Harry it would be quite nice if you stopped jumping down Ron's and Hermione's throat, because if you haven't noticed, they're all on our side," Ophelia added being fed up with her brother's attitude. There was a short pause." Sorry," said Harry in a low voice."That's quite all right," said Hermione with dignity. Then she shook her head. "Don't you remember what Dumbledore said at the end-of-term feast last year?" Ophelia, Harry, and Ron both looked at her blankly, and Hermione sighed again.