Golden Girl; 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓵𝓮𝔂

Fourth Year: The Robe of Many Colours

May

"Okay, just one more time, explain the plan?" Lee said, sitting on his bed, legs crossed and book in hand. "You're going to pull this prank off, how?"

George groaned, "Lee, we've already been over it two times!"

"Sorry, it's been a bit fuzzy, you lot waited since Christmas to pull it." He rolled his eyes, "If you don't need my help I'll be happy to sit this one out,"

"No, Lee," Fred cooed, "We need you, mate."

Lee opened his mouth to argue but Bambi cut him off. "Stop bickering won't you?" She eyed them. "Since we're just going after Slytherin, we thought it'd be easiest to do it while we're all in the Great Hall for breakfast." She explained, "Fred and George will cause a distraction of some sort while you and I cast the spells."

Fred leaned in, grinning, "And remember we tweaked the charm to be timed, so they won't know what hit them until they start strutting to classes."

Lee's smile widened as he set his book aside, now fully on board with the plan. "Alright, alright, I'm in I guess. But you all better have your alibis ready. Snape's going to be breathing fire when he sees all of Slytherin parading around in Gryffindor colors."

George smirked, "Let him breathe fire. We'll be ready."

Fred added, "With the plan Georgie and I have set, I think we'll be in the clear."

Bambi laughed, shaking her head. "How about we try not to get in Snape's path of fire in the first place. Well lay low for the rest of the day."

Lee looked at them, his grin turning into a laugh. "You three are going to get us all expelled one day."

George winked, "Not before we leave our mark on Hogwarts."

Fred clapped his hands together, "Right, then! Get some rest, everyone. Tomorrow, we make history."

Bambi, Fred, George, and Lee exchanged excited glances before heading to their beds, their hearts racing with anticipation. The thought of the entire Slytherin House flaunting their classmate's colors filled them with a giddy sense of satisfaction.

"Alright, night guys," Bambi grinned, quickly sneaking from their dorm back toward her own.

Ron about ran right into her in the hallway. He looked unimpressed, his arms crossed. "What are you planning this time?" he asked, his tone accusatory.

"Don't worry 'bout it, Ron. It'll be funny!"

Ron's expression remained skeptical. "Whenever you say that, I have a 50% chance of being the target!"

Ron had been particularly annoyed with her ever since the twin's party.

Bambi chuckled, patting him on the shoulder as she passed by. "Don't get your wand in a knot. You'll appreciate it all tomorrow. Trust me."

The next morning, Fred, George, Lee, and Bambi sat together at the Gryffindor table, eyes occasionally flicking toward the Slytherin table. They waited patiently as Dumbledore made his morning announcements, his voice echoing through the Great Hall. When the food finally appeared, Fred and George exchanged knowing glances.

"Best let them eat a bit before we make our move," Bambi said, her eyes narrowing in anticipation.

Fred smirked and nudged George. "You ready for this?" he asked quietly.

George nodded, his face breaking into a mischievous grin. "Oh, absolutely."

There was a glint of something extra in their eyes— They hadn't shared their distraction idea with Bambi or Lee yet, but Bambi knew whatever they had up their sleeves would be good, knowing their taste for theatrics. They both started eating, chatting casually about nothing in particular, waiting for the right moment.