"And that's the plan." I said as I stepped back from the wall. Enzo stared at me with his jaw dropped.
"You can't just say and that's the plan like you didn't just outline the most insane thing you've ever tried to pull off." He told me. Pansy lifted her head from her bed.
"I dunno, I think she's done worse." She shrugged.
"There's yarn and post cards all over your wall, it looks like she's a serial killer." Enzo told her.
"Yeah, how are you going to cover that?" George asked. I shrugged.
"I know the Marauders map charms and hexes. Only we can get in." I shrugged. Cassie nodded.
"I think it's brilliant." She said. I smiled.
"That's why she's my favorite." Cassie beamed at me. Fred laid down on the bed, throwing the ball of yarn over his head.
"So when do we start?" He asked. I debated for a second in my head.
"Two weeks, she'll think she got away with it with only detention, Minnie will be off the scent of us doing anything." Everyone nodded.
"Papa will help." Cassie said.
"So will uncle James," I paused. "But we've got to pull this one off alone." Cassie looked up at me.
"We do?" I nodded.
"We can't go our whole lives being the Marauders kids. We've got to do this for us, not for the legacy." She nodded back with a smile. Her smile made her look just like aunt Marls. Pansy pulled me onto the bed.
"This is absolutely mad, Potter."
"Yeah, but it just might work."
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"Teddy, you're so funny!" Daphne gushed as we walked into the great hall. I looked at Pansy.
"Teddy?" I asked, disgusted with the nickname. She rolled her eyes.
"Funny?" She retorted. I stifled my laugh as we took our seats. Matty sat down on the other side of her.
"We could just kill her, make this whole thing easier." I glared at him.
"We cannot just kill people." He shrugged.
"Just offering a solution." I rolled my eyes as Enzo sat next to me.
"I think if I keep hearing them gush over Nott, I'll throw up." He told me. I nodded. He looked around for a second. "Wanna steal some food and eat on the pitch?"
"Desperately." I begged. He smiled and wrapped up anything that could be wrapped. He gestured for me to go first. Dad stopped us as we entered the hall.
"Where are you going?" He asked. I flashed my best "please let me get away with this" look.
"Quidditch pitch." He looked between me and Enzo. Enzo smiled awkwardly. Dad sighed in a way I was fairly certain only fathers could.
"Only because you're having a tough time will I let you break the rules. Don't get caught." I hugged him tight. I looked up at him, resting my chin on his chest.
"I love you." He smiled down at me.
"When did you get so tall?" He asked. I laughed.
"This summer."
"Yeah, you grew up a lot this summer. Reminds me of your mum. I love you, Ele." Ele, the nickname I only let dad use. He only uses it when he feels sentimental. I used to think it was my name. He moved out of the way so we could go through. Enzo mumbled a thank you. He grabbed my hand and started to jog out of the castle. Soon enough we were in a full run while laughing hysterically. We both toppled over with laughter when we hit the quidditch pitch.
