Aftermath of the Game

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It was 7pm nightfall. Our house was celebrating Harry's win in the common room. Fred and George unloaded a million jugs of butterbeer, two buckets of Honeydukes candy were on the wooden table with bottled drinks of pumpkin juice. Music was playing in the background. I ate two chocolate frogs and sipped my butterbeer. Brianna was dancing around while sipping pumpkin juice. The boys were eating the candies and sipping butterbeers. We laughed, seeing Brianna accidentally get thrown up on by a second year boy. She shrieked horrifically before running to the dormitory. Harry chuckled. I looked at him confusedly. He pointed to my nose. A whip cream mustache under my nose. I smiled and wiped it off. "Nice mustache Niff." He joked. My cheeks burned red. Hermione was playfully blowing bubbles from a bubble bottle. Ooh! I wanna try that! Harry smiled knowingly. "Bubbles are your thing." He said. I nodded in agreement before grabbing another bubble bottle and blew a couple more. Third years magicked them into changing colors, pop into confetti or water balloons. We looked at each other amusingly. Ron smiled widely. "Oi! Water balloons!" He beamed loudly. His voice caught the whole house's attention. Everyone in different years popped each balloon bubble. They kept exploding into water which made some of them wet. We laughed, popping balloons and getting ourselves a little soaked. Harry pulled me in front of one balloon. My eyes widened. He smirked deviously, popping it with his finger. The water splashed onto my face. He rolled on the couch laughing crazily. I wiped my wet cheeks and fake smiled. "Ha ha!" I said sarcastically. Another water bubble floated. My brain clicked. I pulled out my wand and pointed at it. "Wingardium Leviosa." I said. It followed my wand until I led it onto his hair. His jaw dropped shockingly. "Wait! No!- he was cut off when the bubble popped water on him. I laughed. He fake pouted. "One of these days I'll be victorious over pranking you." He said. Yeah right. The Seeker has better time fixing his huge hair than beating me at pranks. I smiled innocently. "It must hard learning to be good." I joked. He playfully rolled his eyes as I sat beside him on the couch. The boys crashed themselves around us soaked and eating pasties. Hermione hummed in response. "I'm impressed you lot haven't got weary." She added. All of a sudden the music and laughter died down instantly. We were confused until we turned to see Professor McGonagall behind the portrait hole. She cleared her throat. "It is now 8:00! All of you get to your respective dorms! Off to bed!" She announced. Half the room groaned while the other let out an 'Awh!' She waved her wand, making the bubbles disappear and our soaked clothes dry faster. Seamus yawned. "Blimey, I'm a little tired." He muttered. "Me too." Hermione blurted. "Where's Brianna?" Harry asked. I rolled my eyes and stretched. "Probably sleeping as we speak." I told him. We said goodnight to each other before walking to the first year dorm.

In our room, Brianna was clearly in her PJs and asleep. Either she was tired or because she was embarrassed from the puke on her clothes. I did my hygiene and showered, changing into my pink-white dot Justice onesie. Hermione giggled. I smiled. "What?" I asked. "Why are you always wearing these 'rainbow' outfits?" She giggled. Hm maybe because I'm in love with the expressive fashion. I inhaled a deep breath. "Honestly, you can't always wear what someone expects you to wear...or act. Fashion is also a way of expressing yourself no matter what anyone thinks." I explained. She smiled sweetly. "You are braver than I thought. Being yourself." She said. I scoffed and got under my blankets. "Please! You impress me Granger." I said. Hermione gasped dramatically. "Merlin, how kind!" She squealed like a princess. We laughed but quietly. My brain clicked. I forgot! I pulled out a book from behind my pillow. She saw it and smiled excitingly. "What's that?!" She whispered/yelled. I smirked. "It's from home. A Wrinkle in Time. Have you heard of it?" I said. She nodded her head no and grabbed the book. "Sounds interesting though." She said, smirking. I chuckled as she readied herself to read.

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