Something W I C K E D This Way Comes

[Zane Lestrange]

It was that fateful time of the week once again, where the Gryffindors and Slytherins had double potions together. The two seventh year houses filled into the dungeon and took their seats; Slytherin on the left and Gryffindor on the right. The students huddled close to the bubbling cauldrons which provided a respite from the cold dungeon. Various glares, raised eyebrows and the occasional insults were exchanged until the door opened. The footsteps echoed throughout the large dungeon until the potions master eached the front. "Turn to page 179 and read. The rustling of pages and the occasional whisper of "what page was it again?" soon died down and silence reigned. Zane looked across at Rosie who was reading the page and Teddy who was staring at the opposite wall. He whispered, "I'm sure he's under Rosie. Look at the eyes, they're clouded. They've got him alright, I just wonder how many others they have got under their command." Zane glanced across at Kianthra and Scorpius who were smirking. "How many of them do you think it took them to get him? Two? Three?" his voice broke off as Duros looked up from the parchment.

He quickly returned back to the page he was supposed to be reading. He checked to see whether Duros had returned to his parchment before continuing, "so that means we know they've got Duros, Fliynn, Sinstra and the caretaker... he was interupted by the sounds of Duros's footsteps echoing around the dungeon as his checked to see that everyone was working. "TEDDY!" Zane whispered and motioned to Duros, both of them turned back to the chapter in question. The uses of Hellebore and how...boring Five minutes later, when the sound of the footsteps stopped, Zane looked up once more. "OK, so they've got more teachers than we originally thought, that could be a problem".

Zane looked across the dungeon to where his sister and Scorpius were sitting. It looked as though they were planning to through something across the classroom, though Zane couldn't see what it was. His question was soon answered when the silence was shattered with a loud bang. On the desk in front of them where some other Gryffindors were sat, the cauldron had just exploded. A piece landed on Zane's desk. He looked up to see the two girls covered in a lilac liquid. Duros was on his feet and had already vanished the potion. He ordered the girls to go to the Hospital Wing and then fished out the remains of a firework from what used to be the cauldron. Zane looked back down at the page but heard the approaching footsteps. He looked up and Duros was standing right in front of his desk. He waved the firework in Zane's face and then said, "Thought that was funny did you?" Zane shook his head and said, "no sir," Duros raised his eyebrows at him then returned to his desk muttering, "10 points from Gryffindor".

Zane looked across the dungeon to where Kianthra and Scorpius were in fits of laughter, but somehow managing to remain silent. Zane returned back to the chapter, having already read it through twice already, he was fed up with Hellebore. Taking a spare piece of parchment, he drew pictures of the New Order. He glanced at Teddy and he shrugged as if to say, hard luck mate. Of course it was obvious that Duros favoured the Slytherins, just following the Potions Master stereotype. The next few minutes dragged by, with little whispered conversations breaking out across the dungeon. "Quieten down" was all he said to the Slytherins when they began talking. The silence continued for a while, until it was shattered once more.

"LESTRANGE!"

There was no doubt it Zane's mind whether Duros was addressing him or Kianthra. "Yes sir," he said, what have I done this time? Zane's question was soon answered.

"MOVE, THERE, NOW!"

He pointed to where Kianthra was sitting in the middle of Charlotte and Scorpius. This was soon followed by, "Miss Lestrange, would you please relocate to that seat over there as you brother seems incapable of sitting with his friends without talking." Zane picked up his book and school bag, crossing the room to Kianthra's seat, she glared at him as they crossed paths. Zane sat down in Kianthra's seat and dropped his book onto the table. Great, two hours sat between the Leader of the DE and her Second-in-Command. He glanced over to Rosie, she didn't seem to pleased with the new seating arrangements. Teddy's face simply read, sorry mate.

Could things get any worse?

[Rosie Lupin]

Oh how she hated Potions. Not only was she crap at them, and was prone to botch things so badly she'd be sent to the Hospital Wing, but Professor Duros was possibly the most evil teacher of them all. He was tall and portly, with generous proportions and a girth the size of an elephant's. Not that anyone would dare get close enough to measure. He smelled strongly of a musty sort of cologne, which, if sniffed from too close, cause light-headedness and possibly even fainting. Not to mention that he had a tendency towards violence, which was aided by the large, oak stick that he carried around as a 'cane', even though he walked as upright as the next man.

However, this class period seemed worse than all the others. She, Zane, and Teddy had been passing notes, as usual during Potions class. Teddy and herself were locked in a fierce battle of hangman, which was stoked with increasingly longer and longer consonant-congested words, until neither of them could guess anything anymore. Rosie had been pretending to read, with her elbows spread out like chicken wings on the table chin resting on the back sides of her overlapping hands.

"Probably all of them, with the rotten luck we're having," Rosie murmured back to Zane as he asked her a question, hardly moving her lips in case Duros would happen to glance at her. She turned her eyes for a moment to glance over at Charlotte, Scorpius, and Kianthra, who were giggling like little girls in the corner. And Rosie was soon to find out why.

The firecracker explosion got her heart going like nothing else. She jumped so badly that she practically got whiplash. As the lilac liquid sprayed all over, Rosie got a dab on her sweater, which she wiped on the table. However, that didn't stop it from burning a hole through her sleeve and giving her a blister the size of a quarter. She swore lightly under her breath, examining the wound. In fact, she was so infatuated by the burned skin that she didn't notice Professor Duros' prescence until another unwanted one stirred the air around her. Kianthra Lestrange.

Yippee.

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[Kianthra Lestrange]

So it was that time of the week once more, Potions with the Gryffindors. A chance to chat to Charlotte and Scoprius without facing the consequences. of course a talent in potions worked to her advantage with Duros. It was almost comical to watch Duros pick on the Gryffindors, especially her brother, for nothing in particular. This lesson was no different as usual, her and Scorpius had been planning to sabotage the Gryffindors. Filing in, she huddled close to the cauldron, book already open at page 179. As Duros walked in and announced the page number, Kianthra began her chat with Scorpius and Charlotte. As they had already read the page, today was going to be another one of these doss lessons.

So the plan for that lesson? Well it was Scorpius's idea and it involved a firework. There were so many choices of target. The front desks were out of it though, too close to Duros. So that left two desks of Gryffindors, the second row and her brother's row. "I think you should aim for that one," she whispered motioning to the second row, "then we could probably pin it those New Orders." She smiled as the firework launched threw the air, landing in the middle of the cauldron. The lilac liquid covering the two Gryffindor girls, told Kianthra that the firework had met its mark. Pieces of cauldron soared through the air, landing on every desk. And already Duros was on the attack, facing her brother and deducting house points.

She returned back to her conversation until she was interupted by Duros's shout of "LESTRANGE!". Good, he's in trouble. Her good mood was shattered however when asked to move seats. She mouthed "sorry" to Scorpius and picked up her books. She glared at her brother as they crossed paths and slammed her books down onto the desk. Her lesson, ruined. At least she didn't have to pay attention and she could send notes across to Scorpius and Charlotte. However, that wouldn't make the seating arrangements improve. Rose Weasley. ROSE WEASLEY, for goodness sake. She glared at the Weasel and the wolf before returning to the book.

[emma]

Although Potions wasn't always the class that Slytherins and Gryffindors ever enjoyed (partly because they usually took double Potions together and the Potions professor was Slytherin Head of House, often siding with Slytherin sides of conflicts) it was often times a very interesting class to sit through. Talking with friends was always accounted for, but simply observing Gryffindors was entertaining.

Gryffindors were on the opposite side of the line as Slytherins, which was why the two groups usually fought. Gryffindors liked to stumble clumsily around in their glory while Slytherins were proud. Gryffindors were openly self-conscious and seemed to believe that because of their eternal good-ness or something that they were special for not 'turning to the bad'. Slytherins found this annoying and miserably pathetic. Miles was one of these people, however he still thought it humerous to watch the betrayers just stumble around in their self-goodness.

As soon as Miles sat down in his seat on the Slytherin side of the room filled with seventh years, he took out his book immediately. Most classes involved using the book in some form, and so it was easy to assume they'd either be reading or using it for definitions or something along those lines.

"Turn to page 179 and read."

Miles didn't need any further telling. He silently opened the cover of the book and flipped to the right page. Resting an elbow on the table and propping it up, he set his face in his hand and began to read the droning on literature of his Potions book.

While he'd been trying hard to concentrate on his reading, he looked up and witnessed the teacher move a Lestrange or something. It was just something to watch, and then it all made sense. He'd been able to sit behind Kianthra and Scorpius, two other Death Eaters such as himself. They'd used a firework to target a New Order member. Specifically they managed to target Kianthra's brother.

But in return they'd managed also to get his seat switched with Kianthra and so now Miles was sitting behind the Gryffindor himself. Well, this sure was gonna be interesting. The rest of the class would be more interesting than he thought it would be.

[Charlotte Riddle]

The thought of being on time to Potions for the first time this week was almost enough cause to make Charlotte slow down and pause in the corridor. She always enjoyed listening in on a Gryffindor getting chewed out by Professor Duros, and then walking in moments after and simply receive a nod as a greeting. The simple injustice made her grin. She decided against being tardy and made her way into the class. She found her way over to Kianthra and Scorpious, she absently waved her wand to open the book to the correct page as the three of them continued to keep their rather loud conversation. She was awfully glad that Potions was one of her better classes, most of the time they spent in this room was dedicated to talking for them.

Charlotte knew about Scorpious’ plan and was wondering who they would end up picking for the victim. There were plenty of Gryffindors to select from, there was Mitsy Fidgens, a bobble headed little blond who definitely looked like any form of pranking would either cause her to melt into a puddle or break into tears. Charlotte was hoping for both. She smirked as she watched the rocket sail right towards the row in front of those three and in, happily, Mitsy and some awkwardly shaped boy’s cauldron. Just like she assumed Mitsy cheeks were now not only smeared in potion but in tears as well. Needless to say the Slytherins were laughing as she stumbled out of the class.

Gladly, Duros leeched on to Zane as the culprit for this disruption, earning him negative points. Charlotte magicked herself clean from the slightly potion spill, it turned out just as they had hoped. At least until the bloody codger decided it would be a smart idea to switch the git with Kianthra.

Charlotte might as well make the best of the situation, just as she was sure Kia would. She turned and smirked at the Lestrange boy now seated beside her. She smiled at him sweetly, “Well hopefully you can actually learn something in this class for once, Lestrange.” She looked at him with almost true concern for his education, her mouth soon slipped into a mocking smile.

[Zane Lestrange]

Typical. What a great start to what was usually a bad lesson and as usual Duros didn't deviate from his current flight path. Being the Slytherin Head of House, he was bound to favourable them and of course had picked up on the particularly strong house rivalry they held with the Gryffindors. Could this lesson get any worse? Charlotte on his right, Scorpius on his left and Miles on the desk behind. I think I would have preferred detention, after all detention with Duros never happened, he just passed it on to some other teacher mainly Sinstra. Of course, this had happened to Zane many times so he was familiar with the precedure. Detention with Sinstra meant tidying telescopes as well as cleaning them. It was usually Sinstra who spotted him practicing at two in the morning, she would be star gazing and then see a flash of gold and alert Duros, who was all too happy to give Zane detention.

He turned his attention back to page 179 before he heard Charlotte's voice. He turned to look at her before saying, "well I'm sorry to have disturbed your little DE planning session Crenge," returning the use of surnames. "But I seem to recall that it was you three who threw the firework, if you had just behaved yourselves then Kianthra would still be sat here. Thanks for the concern about my education, but no thanks"

He turned back to the book not noticing the sound of the oak stick striking the floor was getting closer, "Oh and another thing, since when did you call me Lestrange?" Zane was interrupted by the arrival of the "cane" on the desk. The loud thwack echoed around the dungeon shortly followed by a bellow of,

"LESTRANGE"

The his ears echoed slightly as he looked up at Duros. "Yes sir?"

"That's another thirty points from Gryffindor for your complete lack of respect for authority."

Yes, Duros was definitely in a bad mood today.

[Teddy Lupin]

Teddy eyes were anywhere but his book. Potions, he still wondered how he managed to stay awake in this class. Oh right, the constant hits to the head with Duros's text book every time he fell asleep and the fact that if he wanted to become and Auror, he had to pass this class. He still wasn't sure how he managed to get a Acceptable in his OWL, let alone a Exceeding Excellence in his NEWT. However, he still passed it, and got the marks that Duros required to continue on with Potions, just to the Potions masters dismay.

When Zane called him back he looked down at his book and pretended to read. When Duros looked over at him and looked up at his Professor and gave him a small smile, which of course earned a glare from Duros. No matter what Teddy did to try and please the Potion's Master, it always seemed to backfire. Eventually he just gave up, and tried his hardest to pass the class, which usually ended up in Rosie or Zane trying to explain stuff to him and him study last minute for everything.

He sighed as Kianthra moved over towards him and Rosie and looked over at his friend as if to "You've got to be joking me." He sighed, no longer able to stare off at the wall. Kianthra was a goody two shoes when it came to Duros, and he was sure anything Kianthra saw that he or Rosie did wrong would be reported to Duros immediately. He sighed gently, cursing under this breathe as he actually had to read the damned page.

He looked over at Zane as Duros began yelling at him again. Teddy bit his lip to try to control his laughter, but it was a failed attempt and a short laugh escaped his mouth. Duros looked over at him, he looked as though he was ready to burst with rage as he limped over to Teddy's table. If Teddy could joke, he'd probably say something about steam bursting out of Duros's ears, but it really didn't seem like the time.

"Do you find this funny Lupin?" shouted Duros. "Not at all sir." Teddy said confidently, his fear holding back the laughter for now. "I swear to Merlin, you Gryffindor's will be the death of me. Why couldn't you behave like you're fellow classmates, the Slytherin's? They never give me a moment's troubles." he huffed, before finally returning back to his desk. Teddy bit his lip again before looking at Zane from across the class room before stealing a glance at Rosie, to see her reaction, before returning to his book.

[Rosie Lupin]

Rosie tried to focus all her concentration on the page in front of her, but for some reason, she just couldn’t keep her mind from wandering. Perhaps it was the small amount of sleep she’d gotten the previous week that contributed to the dream-like state that she was currently in. She knew, however, that in Duros’ classroom, sleeping wasn’t permitted, and thus, she forced herself to stay awake as she stared with blank eyes at the page in her Potions textbook.

The Drought of the Living Dead is a complicated potion, which may render horrific results if not put together correctly. There may be terrible consequences for even the slightest misjudgment, or misreading of the instructions. Even the smallest fraction of an ounce too much of any single ingredient may result in death for the drinker of this potion.

How dreadful. It wasn’t as if any of them would actually be drinking the potion. Though Duros always threatened to make them take their own concoctions if they weren’t paying attention in class, it was against the rules for such things to occur. For if any of them failed to have made the potion correctly, they would probably face dire consequences, just as the passage in the book stated. In fact, most every potion that they made in class was extremely deadly should one mess up in even a slight part of it.

The sharp sound of Duros’ voice woke Rosie from her reverie. He seemed to have finished screaming at Zane and had now come over to attack Teddy. However, before the man could take any house points away from her friend, Rosie forced her hand to spasm, which flipped her book off the desk, causing all the class to jump in their seats at the loud smack it made on the stone floor.

”WEASLEY!” Duros shouted, as Rosie scrambled onto the floor to retrieve the book. She placed it onto the desk before turning to her professor and apologizing for her clumsy ways with the straightest, most innocent face she could manage. After staring at her for a few seconds, a scowl still on his face, Duros turned and hobbled back to his desk. Rosie turned to grin at Teddy before sliding back into her seat and facing forward.

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[Charlotte Riddle]

Charlotte snickered, even when they weren't trying, they got the Gryffindors in trouble. She shook her head in amusement, and then as Duros began to walk away she turned back to Zane in a perfectly audible tone. "I don't think it should really matter all that much on what I call you Zanie." She laughed, enjoying this switch more then she expexted. It was alot easier to tourture the boy when he was sitting right next to her instead of across the room. Not like she was hoping for the switch to be permanent of course.

She turned to watch as Duros then started coming after the dog and the weasel. She beamed at the Professors mention of how well we as Slytherins were. She just sighed at Rosie's lame distraction on keeping them from loosing house points. It wasn't as if they weren't going to just lose them in the next 15 minutes.

She turned behind her to Miles, and mouthed behind her hand. "Today's going to be fun. Time to bring out our entire back of tricks for the goober beside me." She smirked hoping, well knowing that Miles would be glad in helping with any prank she'd pull. She wondered what else they could pull within the next hour and a half. It would have to be good.

She honestly didn't care to much if Zane actually saw her lame atemp at being secretive. There wasn't much he could do to stop them. It's not like Duros would believe any of them anyways. This was their classroom, they were incharge for these two hours.

[emma]

Miles grinned and leaned over his desk. So they'd have more supplies? Maybe he'd have to get some more things in Hogsmeade sometime. Fireworks had been a brilliant idea to use. Especially here, where Duros only seemed to give the Slytherins high mark for even the most outrageous chaos they blamed all on the Gryffindors.

"Well he deserves it." Miles whispered in return. "Can't wait to see what you've got next."

It was vital to get the New Order members withdrawling as soon as possible so these tricks and silent sabotage to get them to lose points, sanity, and hope were all part of the plan. In any way possible Miles would have liked to help, with anything, but he couldn't let his Head Boy position be withdrawn either.

Another reason why this class was so entertaining-- Everyone was learning about deathly potions. Had it been his luck to sit next to one of these slime, Miles would accidently spill his potion and accuse the Gryffindor. Duros wouldn't take second chances to take more points away. Good thing Miles could cause secretive trouble here, because it was natural for professors to get away with more house point taking than it was for Heads or Prefects.

[Zane Lestrange]

Well this is going well, only ten minutes into the lesson, Duros has already deducted 40 points from Gryffindor and moved me across the classroom. I hate potions at the best of times, but now its ten times worse with Charlotte and Scorpius on each side and Miles on the desk behind. Right, let's get back to the page in question, The Draught of the Living Death is, wait I'm sure I've already read this sentence at least six times. At least Duros wouldn't make him drink the stuff that was bubbling away in the cauldron. When he heard a familiar shout of "Do you find this funny Lupin?" from across the classroom, Zane turned to look at his friend who was trying his hardest not to laugh. The following shout of "WEASLEY!" made him turn to look at Rosie. Honestly Duros has got it in for us today.

"Well Charlotte, I think you should just shut up," he whispered whilst remaining staring at the page. He overheard a few words of the whispered conversation exchange between Miles and Charlotte. I've got no choice, if I retaliate Duros will strike, if I ignore them Duros will strike. Well, hopefully he'll send me out then I can escape this nightmare lesson. It's going to be one of those days.

Whilst Duros' back was turned, Zane scribbled a small note to Rosie and Teddy.
It's hell over here
Want to attempt being sent out?
Seems the terrible trio don't like being split up
He quickly cast a charm over the note and the words he had just written disappeared. Even if Duros intercepted it he wouldn't be able to read it. Zane scribbled a fake note down on the front which mentioned the draught of living death. He folded the note into the shape of a butterfly, Rosie would like that and sent it through the air so that it landed atop Rosie's open textbook. He caught Teddy's eye and motioned towards the note.

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[Teddy Lupin]

Teddy was dazed off again in no time, thinking about god knows what. It seemed like he though of everything besides of Potions while in this class. Before Zane had caught his attention with the butterfly-note, he'd been thinking about how the house elves can be so happy when they work so hard to feed over three hundred people three square meals a day. He looked over at the note and picked it up, reading it over before taking a note and scrawled:
I'll beat you to it Zaney-boy. Watch this.
He made the note into a hasty airplane, since his origami skills weren't the greatest, and sent it over to Zane. One thing he had learned from Potions was to make a great explosion.

Within five minutes a large bang came from Teddy's cauldron, making his face back with ash. He looked like he had just stepped out of a cartoon, his hair becoming a red color from the explosion. "LUPIN!" called Duros, storming over to their table. "Sorry sir, I was trying to make--" Teddy began his usual excuse before Duros fumed. "Lupin, I'm still surprised with your marks, I don't understand how for the past two years you've gotten Exceeding Excellence in this course. Of all my rotten luck. Now, get out of my bloody class before you blow something else up!" he shouted and Teddy grabbed his books, winking at Rosie as he made his way to the door, he was gleaming with his smile. Duros headed back to the table which Rosie and Kianthra sit, probably to get mad at Kianthra for not watching Teddy more carefully.

He did a little victory dance to Zane when he got to the door and Duros must of got a glimpse of it. "LUPIN!" he shrieked again. "Sorry sir, just wondering if we would have any homework tonight and--" Teddy not got to speak again, since Duros was making a bee-line for Teddy. "OUT! OUT NOW LUPIN! OUT OUT OUT!" he screamed and Teddy bolted it out the door. He walked to the stairs and sat down, waiting for his friends, whether that would be in a few minutes or and hour and half.

[Rosie Lupin]

Rosie smirked. Ted could be such a smart-ass if he put his mind to it. Laughing internally, Rosie glanced over at Kianthra, who was fuming as Duros gave her a glare. So, the Slytherins weren't the favorite anymore, eh? After a moment of glaring, Duros turned back and hobbled towards his desk, leaning heavily on his cane and wheezing like an old man, even if he was hardly middle-aged. Rosie glanced at Kianthra, giving her a bit of a smile, before turning back to her own potion and pretending to concentrate, trying to control the laughter that was now struggling to burst out of her at any second. The look Kianthra had given her was priceless. Pure hatred.

Of course, Potions lessons were never fun, and Rosie had become a bit of a pro at escaping it. Duros was constantly confused that she always seemed to be coming down with something a quarter of the way through his lessons. Whether it was a fever or boils or throwing up, she always had a reason to get out of Potions. This was due to the constant supply she had of her Uncle George's collection of sweets. These were no ordinary sweets, though. Each caused a different malady when swallowed, which could get you out of class. Then, when out of the classroom, one would swallow the other half of the sweet and be instantly cured of their sickness.

She usually only used them on Potions Class. But, if one of her other classes was particulary boring on any given day, she'd slip one to Zane or Teddy, whoever happened to be sitting next to her, take one herself, and get out of class. Wonderful, really. This is exactly what she did a few minutes after Teddy left. She'd been anxious to try out one of George's oldest candies, and one that she hadn't yet used in Duros' classroom.

She bit off one end of the sweet, chewed and swallowed. After a second, she felt a riot in her stomach and became violently ill all over Kianthra, who, in turn, shrieked loudly. Duros whipped around at the sound of the Slytherin girl's voice. He couldn't do a thing, of course, as Rosie was still unloading the contents of her stomach all over the girl next to her. He waved her out, rolling his eyes at her antics, before waving his wand to clear the mess off of Kianthra.

Rosie lept out of her seat, running through the door before shoving the other end of the sweet down her throat and stopping her upchucking frenzy immediately.

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[Charlotte Riddle]

Charlotte grinned at Miles, "Maybe next time you can help, I've always enjoyed your wonderful ideas." She loved his ideas but he was constantly worried about his head boy position to really be involved in them. She didn't blame him, of course not, she was worried about the proffesors seeing her real intentions at this school as well. She was glad she was viewed as the good student, well except for teacher's like that bloody Longbottom, but that was to be expected, he was a friend of...Well, she wouldn't speak his name.

She laughed at Zane, knowing she was starting to bug him, "Sure, sure, Lestrange."

She quickly turned at the sound of Duros' shrieking and watched him terrorize Teddy, at first she was grinning, listening to how disapointed the professor was at the Lupin boy. Then she frowned at the look Duros had given Kia, 'He's going to need another lesson on how to treat the main members of the DE.' She was not pleased one bit at this new development, she was starting to realize that the members from her father's time did not respect her like they should.

She turned her attention from Duros' disrepect and spotted the last inch of Teddy leaving the room. She then noted the sudden illness of Rosie Weasley. She knew exactly what was wrong with her, she had eaten one of her relative's creative candies. She practically gagged in disgust as the sickness landed all over Kia. She knew Kia was going to give Rosie something for what she did.

She turned back to Zane, "You probably already know this, seeing as she's your sister, but Rosie better watch her back now, cause Kia's going to get even."

[Zane Lestrange]

The note landed back on his desk, he carefully unfolded it making sure neither Charlotte, Scorpius or Duros saw it. I'll beat you to it Zaney-boy. Watch this. Of course he would, this was Teddy after all, Zane would have expected nothing less. The seconds ticked by, come on Teddy, hurry up. Zane's thoughts were answered when the sound of an explosion echoed across the dungeon, shortly followed by the bellow of "LUPIN!" Zane turned around to see Duros fuming as an ash-covered Teddy made his excuses, but of course he got exactly what he wanted, although Duros didn't need to know that. Zane caught sight of his sister after receiving a glare from Duros, Teddy might have to watch out. Teddy's victory dance seemed to lighten his mood especially when Duros nearly shoved him out of the door.

It was then that Zane saw Rosie slip a puking pastille into her mouth. Typical, they both had escape routes, he would just have to be a bit more creative. What soon followed could only be described as pure entertainment for Zane, with Rosie bolting for the door whilst eating the purple end of the pastille, Kianthra was left in a foul mood. It was then that Zane heard Charlotte's comment, he replied, "I'm sure Rosie will be perfectly fine, after all Kianthra knows she has to go through both me and Teddy before she can harm Rosie." Come to think of it, Zane was now the only remaining New Order member in the lesson, with both Teddy and Rosie gone, the four DE members surrounding him didn't look to promising. You'll just have to find a way out and fast.

At that moment a paper bird flew onto the desk, Zane immediately recognised the neat spiralled handwriting of his sister. No doubt expressing her fury both at Duros and Rosie. Zane couldn't help smiling until he read the contents of the note. Of course neither Charlotte, Scorpius or Miles could tell that he was reading the note, but he had only just reached the second line before Charlotte grabbed the letter and he was forced to quickly return to the book as Charlotte read the letter.

Dearest Charlotte, Scorpius and Miles,
I can personally asure you that I will get the Weasel back for this, assuming I have some help from one of you three. I think you will probably be aware that are respect with Duros is slipping, he seems to ignore the fact that we have the power to manipulate him. And also just to point out the New Order are significantly outnumbered in this very room. Maybe we could take a chance and create a diversion?
Yours Faithfully,
Kia

So Charlotte was right, Kianthra would put all her effort into getting Rosie back. They would just have to stick together and make sure that Rosie didn't go down to the Great Hall alone. Unfortunately for Zane, he had not had the chance to read the rest of the letter, otherwise he might of been thinking of ways to escape at that very second.