the order - f.weasley

- c h a p t e r - t w e n t y-s i x -

 Gemma had been a wolf in sheep's clothing–ironically.

But also, literally.

While she was supposedly going to class, studying, and being a model student, she had been causing actual chaos since her boyfriend, and his brother left the school.

She had gone to their dorm after they left. Lee Jordan helped her gather the rest of the Skiving Snackboxes, which she had hidden in her bedroom, charming them to look like packing boxes rather than the normal bright purple and orange.

And since they had left–even while people were trying to take Fred and George's place as reigning troublemakers–anyone who knew Gemma knew it was her pulling the strings.

Well, she and Peeves.

While Gemma was supplying Skiving Snackboxes, planting dungbombs, and letting Scotch loose in Umbridge's office, Peeves was upturning tables, locking Mrs. Norris in suits of armour, and just being a total nuisance.

He had been bad before, but now he was even worse.

But he never schemed against Gemma anymore; instead, he schemed with her–listening to whatever Fred had told him before leaving.

They were subtle about it, but a lot of the pranks and events he had caused were also put into action by Gemma, who gave him clearance to go and (for example) floor the second floor by pulling all of the taps in the bathrooms.

And while Peeves made a public spectacle of his chaos, Gemma was never caught.

Not once.

Umbridge kept trying to pin things on her–threatening her with detention if she didn't confess–but many professors would vouch for the girl saying she was present in class–which she was a majority of the time as she planted everything at night–or simply stating that Gemma was "innocent until proven guilty."

Umbridge made it a point to try to catch Gemma, but she never did–for the headmistress was too busy sending vomiting students away from her class every day.

The teenager had been doing this for years.

And it was a really good distraction from the foreboding feeling of her hearing date drawing nearer.

It was clear it was causing strain on her–not on her grades, Hermione would not allow that–but on her physical and emotional states.

She was a little more closed off than usual–drifting off in thought, spending time in the greenhouse in silence with a worrying Neville, or letting Luna brush and style her hair in the Ravenclaw common room.

Helena Ravenclaw–the ghost of Ravenclaw–was a little concerned when Luna first led Gemma through the entrance, calling out, "Hilton?"

The teenager had stopped, turning to her, furrowing her brows, and asked, "Yes?"

The ghost just stared at her before murmuring gently, "Have a good day."

Gemma had just watched her leave before Luna whispered, "I think she knows your mum."

The Lupin girl just nodded before letting her friend sit her down and start to play with her hair while she hummed.

But nonetheless, of the emotional strain or fatigue that was haunting Gemma, she made sure to keep up the chaos while keeping up her studies. Potions, though, were particularly dull as she had lost her table partners, and the potions were so easy to brew.

She had just come from that class and had to run to Charms–arriving a little later, but Flitwick liked her too much to give her a tardy slip–where she found Hermione and Ron staring at Harry in shock.