The Prime Princess

“I can not believe she got to be the Head Girl!” rumbled Carmen in the Griffindor Common Room. The Quinn twins sat in front of the fireplace and played some cards. Carmen stared at them for a while and tried to come up with some evil plan.

“Well, I have heard she was the first choice before you got…” started Ginny but the sharp look on Carmen’s face shut her up real quick.

“Really?” squealed Carmen and started to stomp around again. “I will make her loose her position. I will make her pay.”

“How?” asked Ginny and was afraid of the answer. Carmen stared again at the twins who had started to argue.

“Oh, I’ll think of something.”

A fight was developing in front of the fireplace with cards and fists flying around.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” muttered Carmen and glared at the blond twins, “Go and play somewhere else! Pick up on golf or something!” she screamed at them and then huffed when the twins still didn’t stop.
***
Spring was showering Hogwarts with loads of rain and melting snow. Every piece of land was covered with muddy puddles and the lake was threatening to drown everything on its path. But still students found that alluring to come out and catch some sunlight.

Professor Sprout was so happy when the degrees outside had gone warmer and so she had started preparing the gardening. Ever-awake Venus Man-Eaters were also glad when so many students were forced into the greenhouses for labor where they could bite and suck them.

Ron looked at Harry and then at the small ball on a pin. It looked so pointless and stupid. Harry was swinging his club.

“Um, could you tell again…” he started and Harry froze in a mid-swing.

“Yeeeeesss?” Harry drawled in annoyance as Ron again distracted him.

“Er, well… um.”

“It’s a Muggle thing,” said Tora Quinn and inspected her club. Her twin was holding back a snicker.

“Since McGonagall cancelled our Quidditch trainings, we have nothing else to do with our spare time than play golf,” illuminated Taira and cleaned her little white ball with her sleeve.

“Ah,” made Ron, “But why did she…”

“We should be studying for NEWTs right now,” said Harry.

“But we are not,” finished Tora and pulled Ron away from them so Harry could finally swing. The ball flew couple of yards over the muddy lawn towards the third hole where one house-elf was waiting for them.
***
Hermione sat on her broom high above the Quidditch pitch and looked at four griffindors playing golf. It looked odd enough to make her think she was still inside the dream web. Below her the whole Slytherin team played Quidditch. On the stands Blaise was sitting and reading a book. He seemed to be the only one who took NEWTs seriously. And somewhere near was Draco hunting down the Snitch.

Turning around, she left griffindors behind and went to search the whole meaning of Quidditch. A Bludger came scurrying past and almost knocked her off of her broom. Cillian O’Conall whooshed after it and clubbed the damn thing towards Dorian Montgomery who had the Quaffle.

“Hey!” yelled Tiegan as one Bludger almost took his arm off, “That’s not fair!”

Cillian only smirked as he went to protect Tiegan’s brother who had gotten the Quaffle from Dorian and soared towards the hoops. Tristan Carter was at the Goalhoops but as always he was madly in love with LaLey DeMarcus and so he just hovered there with a happy face.

“Carter!” roared Draco when Raiden scored, “Watch the game!!!”

“Sorry,” muttered Tristan and waved to LaLey who smiled to him and caught the Quaffle to go and attack Eris Jones at the other end of the pitch.

“Your players suck!” called Hermione and snickered but Draco grabbed a club from Vincent and hit the Bludger towards her.

“Eat that!” shouted Draco. Hermione did a flip on her broom and the Bludger went past her without touching her.

“I’d eat something much more than a Bludger!” teased Hermione and dashed away when she noticed a golden shimmer near her team’s Beater Sappho Amarante. Draco followed her quickly and then saw what she was after.

“That’s mine!!!” growled Draco as he reached her side.

“Don’t think so!” she sang and nudged him a bit.

“Hey! Play nice!” yelled Blaise from the stands when he had put down his big book about Ancient Runes. Draco only smirked and got hold of her, tearing her off the broom in high velocity. Hermione didn’t take her eyes off of the Snitch as they rushed towards it. She needed to win the game to win the bet she had taken last night with the boys. Games and bets were only things that kept them from each other’s throats.

“Mine,” growled Draco and pulled her off.

“You son of a bitch!” screamed Hermione as she fell.
***
Carmen sat in the darkness of the Library as she skimmed old Grimoires in the Restricted Section. Ginny was keeping watch.

“Here has to be something,” she mumbled and looked over the indexes. Boils, frogs, diseases… Nothing useful. Old and dark magic seemed to look like very cool stuff but when really looking at it, it was pointless lunacy of old crones dancing naked under the full moon. Yup, medieval magic was just a bunch of hocus-pocus.

“I’m wasting my time here,” huffed Carmen and shoved the Grimoire back onto the shelf. Her eyes drifted to a small red book next to it. It had golden letters printed on its spine. “THE MARAUDERS SPECIALS” it read as she yanked it out and blew some dust off. Opening it, she only saw blank pages.

Ah, a secret text then, figured Carmen and put the little book into her pocket and sneaked out of there.
***
Hermione stomped out of the changing-room and headed to the castle. She was pissed off. Draco had won and that didn’t mean good. Blaise was running after her.

“Wait up!” he called and dragged along his huge book he could have just levitated after him.

“What? Now I have to be a slave or something for Draco all day long!” snapped Hermione in utter disgust and wanted to be done with it. She needed to escape. Yes, that’s it. She needed to go and bug someone.

“I think he only wants to tie you up,” said Blaise with a casual smile.

“Riiight, and have his wicked way on me?”

“Yup.”

“Mhm.”
***
Carmen had cleared the girls’ dormitory and sat down with Ginny to look at her finding.

“Marauders?” wondered Ginny, “My brothers had the Marauders Map before it got lost. I guess they passed it on to Harry,” she said and skimmed the empty pages.

“So, how do you read it?” asked Carmen.

“Well, you have to say a password,” said Ginny and pointed her wand at the pages, “Reveal!”

Nothing happened. The pages were still empty until something started to appear.

“Don’t ever stuff your nose in our book, carrot-head!”

“How rude,” huffed Carmen and thought of something. She had heard Fred and George say it many times before they got into trouble.

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,” she said as she pointed her wand at it. Curly red words started to blossom on the pages and filled them up with text.

“Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs. Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present THE MARAUDERS SPECIALS,” read Ginny out loud the first page of the book. It was a handbook full of every stupid prank to play on people.

“Now we are getting somewhere,” snickered Carmen and her laughter turned into evil cackle.
***
Harry picked up his ball from the eleventh hole and looked at the twins having a fight when a crow had stolen one of their balls before they got to it. Weirdly enough the crow had been so fixated on the game that the bird just had to mess it up. The crow had stolen already five balls and carried them away to some place. Now the bird was back for more and twins had gone at each other again.

“These two never stop,” muttered Ron and adjusted his golf ball onto the pin. Harry looked at him swing and felt the need to tell him to ease up in the elbows but twins wrestling in the mud were far more interesting.

“Nope, they can go on like this forever,” said Harry and ducked as Ron’s ball almost took his head off.

“Sorry,” muttered Ron sheepishly and went after his ball before the damn crow stole that one too.
***
Carmen read the handbook by skimming it here and there. It was full of nasty things. One more gruesome than other and she loved that. Finally she had something to pay back Ariston.

“Hey, lets try this one!” said Ginny excitedly. “Or that one!”

“There’s some many and I just can’t pick one cuz they all seem sooooo gooood,” purred Carmen with a grin and browsed the little red book.

“Okay, we’ll just pick one blindly!” said Ginny and closed the book and then opened it on a random page. “Voila!”

Carmen looked at the page and grinned wider.

“You’re so gonna pay, Ariston,” cackled Carmen with Ginny.