Born to Make Mistakes, Not Fake Perfection ( Oliver Wood )

Chapter 23

"Daph," Kara tapped her chin with her forefinger. "What are you wearing? What's going on with your head? Have you even tried to put on concealer? Liner? Lip stic-"

I raised a brow as Daphne informed, "I have an ugly phase every Tuesday, shove off."

"Well I suggest you fix your poor excuse of a face!" 

Daphne did no such thing as she pushed past me into the bathroom.

I, on the other hand, was unfortunately 'blessed' with the worst case of dark circles in existence.

So here I was blending away at my stupid under eyes.

"Nobody wants to look like a two knut slag everyday, Kar! Shut it!"

"Take that back!" Kara shrieked running into the bathroom with a bright shade of lip color in her hand, running right for Daphne

Daphne was sitting on the toilet bare bottomed at the moment and had no defense as Kara attacked her face messily applying the lip stain

"Get off-" Daphne slapped the side of Kara's head with the toilet paper roll "Me, you dirty-" then the bowl of potpourri, "Slag!" and lastly the candle from on top of the toilet

Kara backed off holding the side of her head and grinned at Daphne who was quickly wiping herself and pulling her tights and skirt back up.

"Ugh! I can't stand you!" Daphne shrieked, snatching her face soap out of the shower and scrubbing her red lined face angrily

I smirked, finally happy with my amount of coverage, threw my hair in a high pony tail and headed out the door as the two continued to bicker

My stomach gurgled loudly on the way down to the great hall

It was about time for breakfast to start, but I really didn't feel like waiting for the guys today.

Cassius still annoys me and Marc's been being a git ever since yesterdays practice when he got mouthy with a few reserves so I made him do a few hundred sets of bleachers- while said reserves counted.

I'm sure they missed a step or twelve.

I was rummaging through my bag searching for my chapstick when I heard "Yeehaw!" 

Next thing I knew I was on the stone floor with my arms stuck at my sides

The ginger twins came out of their hiding spot while I rolled my eyes.

The one tipped his cowboy hat, "Reckon we caught a live one, brother!"

The other twin grinned in response. "I reckon we do."

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"Where are our inventions?" One twin slammed his fists on one of the empty classrooms desks

The room was dimly lit and resembled one of those rooms in the old muggle police series where they take the suspect in for questioning.

I narrowed my eyes, playing along. "I don't know."

"You're the one who took them!" The other screeched

Internally I was crying of laughter.

"Maybe." I sighed

"Just tell us where they are and we'll let you go."

A corner of my mouth lifted, they were desperate.

"4th floor. Third drawer down on the 7th dresser in the corridor."

They looked at me skeptically, knowing it was just to easy. "Are you lying?"