Trouble Fox

Fireworks and Friends

It was mid-December and Brittany was falling asleep in History of Magic when a note fell on her head.

It's name is Fluffy

Look for Nicolas Flamel in the library

Surprisingly the note was from Hermione. After a boring class about something or other, she had to go to potions. It was horrible down in the dungeons, you could see your breath over your caldron. Malfoy was going on about something or other. After she exploded her potion(twice) earning herself a few detentions. She went to the Great Hall with a book.

"Reading?"

"Why?"

"Don't you have anything"

"Better to do?"

Brittany snapped the book shut as to twins sat down next to her.

"As a matter of fact, no."

She answered.

"Then let's give you something. You don't happen to have seen the inside of Filch's office have you?"

Fred asked.

"No, I'm not that horrible."

She answered.

"Horrible?"

"Rubbish."

"We have our own drawer."

"Let's get you your own."

Brittany was practically dragged into the hall way.

"Fireworks."

George tossed some to her.

"Zonko's best."

Fred said. She sometimes forgot that the twins were in their third year.

"Set them off"

"Right there"

Brittany shrugged and lit the end. The firework exploded in an amazing array of colors, and to make the scene worse, Peeves had shone up.

"Cause trouble are we? Ickle first years should be studying shouldn't they? FIREWORKS! FIREWORKS!"

Peeves yelled. Brittany went to the door, but was stopped by Fred and George.

"Don't leave just yet."

George smiled as Fred pulled one more out of his pocket.

"Can't let you take all the credit, now can we?"

He said. When Filch raced in the hall, Fred threw the last one in his face. As they were walking down the hall to his office, Brittany was a bit worried.

"Oh now you've down it, you'll be expelled for sure this time."

Filch was muttering.

"We've 'done it' for the past three years."

Fred said.

"Don't worry."

George added. As they entered the office, a small room with a large desk, Brittany noticed a drawer that said

"Weasley".

"So you do have your own drawer."

She whispered. She then noticed another drawer. It said, "Potter, Black."

"Found the marauders map in that one."

George whispered.

"We think it was your dad's."

"That or some long lost relative."

Brittany smiled at the thought of her dad being a trouble maker like she was trying to be. It was the drawer that made her decide that this was the path she was meant to follow.

"Got anymore fireworks?"

"We thought you would never ask."