The Mudblood

Chapter 88 : Year 4

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School was an absolute bout of misery without Fred...and George, of course. Yes, it had only been four days since their departure, but to me it had felt like years. I was very grateful for my new chalkboard, with which Fred had informed me that my brothers were doing great, and he and George were now at their location in Diagon Alley, manufacturing products and setting up shop. I got to inform him that I'd failed another Arithmancy test and lost twenty points for Gryffindor by speaking highly of their swamp prank in the Slytherin common room. Life was just splendid at Hogwarts...

What did cheer me up, however, was opening the Skiving Snackbox that Fred had given me back in October. Now that the twins were gone, I was apparently expected to carry out their reign of mischief, though I wasn't the only one who wanted to. Many students had attempted to prank Umbridge, some succeeding and some failing. Everyone who talked about their swamp prank did mention me, though, coming up with ridiculous stories as to how I'd swooped in riding both of their brooms and snatched them out of the swamp before jumping off of the brooms, landing unscathed, and allowing them to ride off without me. I never denied any of these outlandish tales because they were hilariously awesome.

The Snackbox, which I'd decided to open during my free period that Friday, contained an unbelievable amount of candies and prank products, much more than the twins usually stuffed in the boxes that they sold to other students. As I rummaged though the Canary Creams, Dancing Donuts, Fever Fudge, Snape Grapes, and various other treats, I became thoroughly convinced that this box was bottomless. What brought me the greatest pleasure out of everything inside, however, was not any one of the prank products, but instead a small piece of parchment that had been stuck to the inside of the lid.

This box of goods belongs to Fitz. Anyone else who touches it will break out in severe hives.
Fitz, I hope you use these prank products well, even after George and I are gone. We do expect you to carry out our legacy once we leave Hogwarts. Lee will help you, of course, but I think you have the potential. Why do you think I'd entrust you to carry out such brilliant prank ideas every month? If we can't, we hope that you can rid the school of Umbridge. Good luck.
Fred

For the first time since Umbridge became our professor, I walked into Defense Against the Dark Arts with a smile consuming my lips—and a Puking Pastille in my hand.

I entered the room just as the fourth years' class was leaving, and Colin Creevey, holding his shiny digital camera, noticed me before I could take my seat.

"I heard you're the new prankster now that the Weasley twins are gone, Lainey," he enthused, bouncing where he stood.

"Not so loud," I hissed, glancing at Umbridge, who sat at her desk obliviously. "That is what people are saying, though. Not sure if I'll be able to live up to the expectations..."

"I think you'll be brilliant!" Colin insisted in a lower tone. "I want to document all of your pranks—are you going to eat that now?"

His wide eyes were staring down at the Puking Pastille in my hand, and I quickly slipped it away before anyone else saw.

"Well, no...and I don't really want a picture of me vomiting going around the school, Colin," I added as the corners of my lips inched upward.

"Right, right... Well, let me know next time you decide to pull a prank! I'm going to make a scrapbook!"