❝ mischief managed ❞
❝ with you it's the complete opposite ❞
Emerson Diors didn't always like the Weasley Twins. Their pranks were unbearable. Their attitude left much to be desired. But after their first and second year, they taught Emerson how to...
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Emerson had only been back in her class for a week. The teachers were easy on her, most taking in consideration that she was experiencing frequent headaches and had constant back pain. She had been urged to see Madame Pomfrey multiple times, but she didn't. Focusing was also becoming a pain in her ass. Of course Professor Snape didn't quite care.
As they were led to the Charms classroom from the dungeons, Emerson realized that they were taking a much longer way to Flitwick's classroom. Her leg was beginning to hurt.
"What are you going to do to make up for all of the work you missed?" Fred asked as they walked. He was doing a strange sort of potty dance, emphasizing how badly he needed to use the restroom. During classes, the students were no longer allowed to go to the lavatories without a teacher escorting them. Snape absolutely refused to do that.
Emerson laughed at him and shook her head. "McGonagall was originally going to have me help out down at Hagrids, but then she told me that that couldn't happen anymore. So the option was to either take home course work and complete it during the holiday or volunteer to help out other teachers."
"And which did you pick?" George asked.
"Summer course work." Fred gave her a funny look."What? I'd rather have my nose buried in my Transfiguration book than help Snape stock his supply store."
At that moment Emerson realized that her bag felt a little lighter than usual. She stopped walking and took a look, realizing that she left her Transfiguration textbook in Snape's classroom. "Speaking of which...Professor?"
Snape didn't even look back at her before giving her a long drawn out No.
Emerson groaned and began walking forward with the rest of her class.
"Don't worry, Emery, we'll get it after class," George patted her on the back. "Anyway, what would you have done if you were to help out Hagrid?"
"Feed his dog, help in his garden," Emerson shrugged. "McGonagall told me she would figure out the details later but the next day she said it wasn't going to happen."
Fred continued to dance but turned around to face Emerson and George. "Thank Merlin she's not having you do that."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means," George began to say, "that someone is praying on defenseless children when no one is around. What is Hagrid going to do to stop a monster?"
"Okay, one: I am not defenseless. I could kick your ass right now. And two: Hagrid is a literal giant. I'm sure he could stomp on anything that tried to hurt anybody and they'd be gone for," Emerson clicked her tongue to emphasize what she had said.
George rolled his eyes. "Alright, first: do you want me to pick you up and hang you upside down again? And second: giant or not, Hagrid is probably no match for whatever is in that bloody chamber."
