Uncanny Snake

XI - The Forbidden Forest

"Don't you ever feel like some days, you accomplish absolutely nothing?" I whined slumping against the table, fork picking at the egg yolk on my plate. I poked a little too hard and frowned watching it ooze underneath my piece of toast. Great.

"Isn't that every day?" Viktor grinned. I shot him a glare and threw an apple in his general direction, but as expected, he caught it with ease, taking a bite out of it.

"We could pull a prank," suggested Fred.

"The real question is; who haven't we pranked yet?" George mumbled to himself in a daze, his brows furrowed in deep concentration. His gaze then focused out into the distance filled with disinterest. 

"You know that moment when pranks get boring because you've pranked every student and staff member—including the headmaster—yeah me neither," I smiled sarcastically tapping my fork against the edge of the plate.

"Snape is always a fun candidate-"

"Ugh no, he's been handing out month-long detentions, like they're candy, and I already have a week's worth of detentions to catch up on. The twins glanced at each other exchanging a small snicker. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," they said, an innocent smile playing on their lips.

"Yeah, right," I scoffed. Viktor stood up, his lips twitching into a small smile as he left for his daily workout.

"Good luck on your game today," he said taking his leave with a small wave. "I'll be cheering for you."

"Game?"

"Yeah, we have a game tonight, good luck nemesis!" I sighed rubbing my temples, glancing up to the high table, taking a mental log of the workload assigned by each professor. Remus was missing. The twins patted my back, and I cursed under my breath.

"So you're telling me that all the homework I put off until today was all for nothing?"

"Pretty much," Fred smirked. I let out a cry of anguish, slamming my head against the table earning a few glances, but what was done was done.

"You know what would take the edge off?" Fred whispered to my right.

"A prank," George finish. I pushed the two away, but couldn't help the grin forming on my lips. Revenge would be sweet.

"Let's get those suckers!"

"Atta girl!" They both cheered dragging me out of the great hall. However, after a good twenty minutes, I took a step back frowning.

"I'm sorry, did you say prank, because to me this screams death contraption," I mumbled.

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Rynne."

"And prison is just a room." I mused scoffing at them.

"Relax," Fred cooed.

"No one will get hurt..."

"Probably."

"And what have we here?" A velvety voice drawled. Well, shit. Tragic timing, my hand was stuck in the cookie jar and then some.

"It was all her idea!" the twins accused and made a mad run for it. I sighed facepalming; I should have honestly seen this coming. I parted my lips prepared to build up a case in my defense, but the verdict had already been decided. Guilty as charged. And before I could speak, I got a fat detention slapped across my face. Make that one week and one day now, plus the all the homework I put off till today.

"Wait, professor, I have a Quidditch match toni-"

"And?" He cut me off looking rather annoyed.

"And...nevermind," I groaned. Spending a whole hour taking the contraption apart, I was late to my Dark Arts class but better safe than sorry I presume. Not that I cared too much about missing the first twenty minutes of class having to listen to that dimwit Lockhart brag about his grand adventures in nowhere land. Naturally, the rest of the class period I scribbled down as much as I could on different parchments hoping to get all the work done before my Quidditch game, but that was very optimistic on my part. Gryffindors brought quite the challenge to the table, and games could last as long as six hours, time which I did not have.