Trouble Fox

Elaborate Planning

Hermione woke Brittany up early. Too early.
"Don't you want to see Harry practice Quidditch?"
She asked.
"No."
"But he's your brother!"
"So?"
"Fred will be there."
"What?"
"Oh come on, I know you fancy him."
"Do not."
"Do to."
"Do not."
"Then who?"
"Your cat."
Hermione looked confused.
"I don't have a cat!"
Brittany smiled.
"That's the point! I don't want to go, I have a feeling something bad's going to happen. And that feeling is usually right."
Brittany rolled over.
"Oh fine, stay here."
Hermione left. Brittany stayed in bed for only a few more minutes seeing that someone woke her up from her sleeping cycle. She got dressed and went down to breakfast.
"What's more exciting than toast?!"
She asked no one in particular.
"Nothing much."
A voice answered her.
"Correct! And then winner of a peice of toast is Seamus Finnigan!"
Brittany wingardiumed a peice of toast to him.
She grabbed a piece and raced out to the Quidditch feild.
"Hey Ginger. Is practice already over?"
Brittany asked the twin.
"I wouldn't know, firecracker, its not like I'm on the quidditch team and am leaving the pitch. Ron's barfing slugs and Hermione was called a- a-"
Twin number one who was later classified as 'Fred' lowered his voice.
"She was called a mudblood."
George said really seriously behind Fred, just getting out of the pitch.
"I'm guessing that's really bad. Let me guess, Malfoy?"
She asked.
"Surprisingly correct."
Fred answered.
"Oh, I knew something bad was going to happen. Wanna prank them at the Halloween feast? Totally get the Slytherin team?"
Brittany asked.
"Sure. Let's start planning now."
MAGIC TIME PASSES AMAZINGLY
Brittany had spread out a whole bunch of parchment and instructions. Lee Jordan was with Fred and George now.
"Why did you let a second year plan this?"
Lee asked.
"She's particularly good at pyrotechnics."
Brittany smiled sarcastically.
"Ok, so if everything goes as planned, the pies should explode. Anything with pumpkins, to be honest. And hopefully only and the Slytherin table... Anyway, if you can get this"
Brittany held up a vial of red powder.
"Sprinkled over the Slytherin table. Try the kitchens first. AND DON'T WASTE IT. It took me three potions classes to make and Snape's on to me... I can't make anymore."
Brittany showed them some diagrams.
"Wouldn't this be so cool? Its a firework, yes, but it changes shapes in mid air and colours and does crazy things. It's supposed to last really long. I know the spells, but Hermione says it is seventh year magic and can't be done. It's like, after school advanced. Dumbledore advanced, possibly."
Brittany sighed. Fred pocketed the potion and took the paper.
"Woah, you've really got some elaborate planning going on here."