The Lost Prophecy | Year One

It. Was. Not. My. Fault.

"Is it me or Malfoy seems to be more of an arse than what he already was?" Seamus asked as he hopped onto the staircase.

"It's not you mate. I think so too," Dean replied, as Seamus mumbled the password to the lady in pink, who was not pleased with having to repeatedly pause her song mid-way for the seventh time in the past ten minutes.

"I am not going to open the door unless I complete my song. They simply must have to wait till I am done," they heard the shrill, annoyed voice declare from the Portrait as the door shut behind them.

Dean rolled his eyes, "Or you could stop singing," he muttered under his breath as he flung onto the armchairs.

"What are you doing?" he asked, pointing to the spell books that laid open before Jack, who was now trying to understand the wand moment of a spell. Dean looked at Neville questioningly, "He's trying to learn the Sticking Charm."

"Why?"

"Don't know, but he's been trying to get it right since yesterday morning," Neville said, as they looked at Jack, who was trying to stick two books together.

"This is absurd!" Jack yelled, as the spell backfired, sending the two books flying across the room. Seamus burst out laughing, "And they say I am a disaster!"

"Finnigan!" roared Percy Weasley angrily as one of the books landed on his table, knocking down the pot of ink onto his parchment. 

"It wasn't me!" he yelled as Percy towered over him. "I know it was you. You lot are a menace! That was my Transfiguration essay you just ruined, and if I see you blowing anything up one more time, I'll duck points off you!" he threatened.

"But it wasn't me!"

"I will not –"

"Merlin's Beard Percy! Stop hollering!" Fred and George yelled from across the room. Percy sent them a piercing glare, "Stay out of it!"

"Quit bullying them, you power-hungry moron!" George yelled as Fred walked over to grab his parchment. He waved his wand over it, and Seamus watched in awe as the traces of any ink vanished off the sheet. Fred thrust it in Percy's hand, "That's all you had to do."

Percy rolled his eyes, "Why do you keep getting a Troll if you're so smart?" he demanded as he walked back to his table. George was about to shoot a spell at him but stopped when he watched Percy frown at his textbook which was glued against the book that fell on him earlier.

"This is it! Two points from Gryffindor!" Percy yelled, as he accidentally ripped both the books in half.

"Oh Shocking," Fred deadpanned, as he watched Percy march out of the room.

Fred turned around to Seamus and patted his shoulder, "Good job!" he cheered, "Should've knocked him out," he added, walking back to George, ignoring Seamus's protests.

"It wasn't me!"

Seamus glared at Jack who was laughing so hard that tears were rolling down his cheeks, and Dean was trying his best to not laugh but kept failing miserably. Every time he kept looking at Seamus's red, angry face he would double over with laughter, sending Jack into a fit of giggles. Neville on the other hand was the only one who looked concerned with having lost two points from their team.

"I hate you all," Seamus grumbled, "And quit your laughing!" he yelled, throwing a pillow at Jack, and Dean.

Jack caught the pillow and cradled it against his stomach. He tried to stop laughing as his stomach was now beginning to hurt, "Well, good to know the spell worked."

"Damn the spell, we lost two points!"

"Was worth it," Jack laughed, as he closed the books. "Guess I won't be needing these anymore."