Being a Greengrass after all should sound pretty serene.
But being a part of "the Emeralds" should not, especially when hearts become entangled with the infamous Regulus Black.
Goodness, lawfulness, or evilness. Which path will they tread in the ti...
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June 25th, 1979
It started with a list.
Avery, ever the planner, had written it three nights before on a piece of Ministry-grade parchment she had stolen from her mother's study over Christmas. Across the top, in neat, aggressive cursive, she'd titled it:
FINAL CRIMES (BEFORE CAPITALISM EATS US)
Dorcas had immediately crossed out crimes and written adventures above it. Pandora had drawn moths around the border.
The plan was simple: one very last night at Hogwarts, three girls, and no regrets. If there was an opportunity presenting itself (being able to do no more detentions), the first rule was that you gotta take it.
9:03 p.m. — The Trophy Room Heist
They were only meant to graffiti their names under "Notable Alumni" in invisible ink.
Instead, Dorcas had accidentally activated the 300-year-old House Cup enchantment, which made the entire case explode in a burst of glowing phoenix feathers. A portrait of Dilys Derwent began coughing violently from the smoke.
"Abort," Avery hissed. "Abort the history!"
Pandora shoved the trophy case closed with a dreamy expression. "It's okay. This is symbolic. We're disturbing the past."
"You disturbed the ventilation system," Dorcas choked, eyes watering. "I'm dying historic on the inside."
9:28 p.m. — The Owlery Incident
"Why are we up here again?" Pandora asked, holding a bouquet of owl treats and a suspiciously large wig.
"Because one of us," Avery said, side-eyeing Dorcas, "decided to release thirty-seven fake acceptance letters from 'Pigpimples School of Hexcellence'."
"They deserve options!" Dorcas shouted as owls screeched overhead, several already dive-bombing passing students with glitter-laced scrolls. "Diversity in education matters!"
One owl tried to eat Pandora's braid. She offered it a raisin and whispered, "Fly, you fool."
10:13 p.m. — Transfiguration Classroom Vandalism
Dorcas had one goal: revenge.
"I never passed one exam in this room without stress acne and a crying fit," she said, holding a stolen mannequin head.
"You're going to curse McGonagall's chair, aren't you?"
"No," she said. Then added, "...Yes. But lovingly."
They ended up enchanting the chalkboard to only write in riddles and replaced every practice quill with licorice wands that bite back. Pandora transfigured the waste bin into a hedgehog named Sir Spikeston, gave it a tiny hat, and left it there "to keep an eye on things."
