Chapter 1; Seems like a plan

“NYAAAAAAAAAH!!!” I hear the most annoying sound I’ve ever heard right next to me. Maybe that’s why we choose Voldemort’s scream to be our alarm clock. “Becky!” “What?” “Can you please turn off the alarm clock?” I free my hand from under the covers and snooze the clock. “You put it on snooze, did ya?” “Yep.” “Good.”
            “NYAAAAAAAAH!!!” I guess I have fallen asleep again, because to me it seems like the clock only snoozed for 10 seconds instead of 10 minutes. I turn the alarm off this time and sit down in my bed. I rub the sleep out of my eyes and look around the room. Lotte is also sitting on her bed rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, while Chantal is still sleeping. I grab my pillow and throw it to her. “What?” Lotte starts laughing. “It’s 7 a.m. “ “’Kay.” When I look further I see that the fourth bed is already abandoned. “Hermione is already gone.” “Hmm… She’s probably in the atrium already, studying.” I stand up and grab some clothes. “What do you think; skinny jeans with that colored dress or the boyfriend jeans with a blouse?” I ask, looking into the mirror. “What about skinny jeans with a blouse. Then you could wear your Doc. Martens.” “Good idea, Tubbs, thanks.” I change my pajamas for this outfit and meanwhile I see Lotte doing the same with a cute dress and some nice heels. Chantal just keeps on lying in bed. I grab the water syringe that’s meant for the plants in our room and spray some water over Chantal’s head. She wakes up with a shock, and when she sees me  standing there with the syringe she jumps up and runs after me. I have already dropped the syringe and run down the stairs. “See you in the atrium, Tubbs!” I yell back to the room while I keep on running. I can hear Lotte laughing, and Chantal behind me yelling “I’m going to kill you!” I run through the door that leads to the corridor on the -5^th floor. I run to the elevators and jump in the first that opens. The door closes right before Chantal’s eyes. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist the urge to wake you up like that. See you later!”

Before I know it, the elevator is on the ground floor and I walk to the atrium. Because it’s just a quarter past seven, the atrium is almost abandoned, on a few students left. “Oi, Kreacher, can I have a sandwich with egg salad? Thank you very much.” I say when the old house-elf gives me one. While I walk towards the table where Hermione is sitting, I suddenly feel two arms around my neck. “We heard you sprayed Chantal with water to wake her up. Genius.” “You already heard that? It happened like, 5 seconds ago.” “Yeah, Chantal told us when she walked back to the dorm.” “Ah, in that way. Morning, Hermione.” The twins and I sit down at the same table.  “Is Lotte coming soon? We got a plan.” “She should come down in a minute or so. What’s it this time? A joke on Filch? A pool of mud in Umbridge’s office? Letting Fluffy eat something from the first years? Okay, I’m a horrible person. Filming Voldie while he’s dancing?” George starts laughing while Fred only looks at me with a smile and says: “You’re a genius, you know that?”
            “Who’s a genius?” Lotte walks towards the table with a sandwich in her hand. “I am, of course.” I say, smiling. “Beckett here was trying to guess the new plan.” George stops laughing and looks at me. “Yeah, by the way, filming Voldie while he’s dancing? I didn’t know he was a dancer.” “Oh, yeah, he’s a brilliant dancer. But Lucius Malfoy is even better.” You can hear the sarcasm in my voice. “We should really try to film that once. So, what’s the plan?” Lotte sits down next to me. “Beckett’s first guess.” “Joke on Filch?” “Yep.” I love it when they say the same thing at the same time. “You know Filch’s cat, right?” “Mrs. Norris?” “Yeah, she’s in our room now.” “We want to smuggle her in to Umbridge’s office.” “Another guess of Beckett that was, in fact, right.” “Smuggle something into Umbridge’s office?” “Put something in Umbridge’s office, yeah.” “Anyway, you know how Umbridge loves a clean, organized and pink office, right?” “We’re going to make it the opposite with some help of Mrs. Norris.” Lotte and I look at each other. I can tell from her eyes that she likes this plan just as much as I do. “We were able to put Mrs. Norris in a cage…” “She hates that.” “with some colored paint on the floor…” “She now has some nice colored paws.” “and we’re going to release her in Umbridge’s office…” “where she will make a mess to show her anger from putting her in a cage…” “and she will put some nice colored paw prints on the floor.” One more thing I love about the twins; how they fill in each other’s sentences. “Okay, sounds cool.” “I think Lotte and I can make sure Umbridge will not be in her office around, let’s say, a quarter past eight?” “I think we got a plan.”
            “You know, you four really should stop making plans like this. It’s just a matter of time before you’ll get expelled.” Right. I almost forget Hermione was still on the same table. “God, Hermione, why do you always have to be such a buzz kill?” A choir of four voices saying the same thing. How I love it when different minds think alike. “Seriously Hermione, we know it when we go too far” “I don’t know, George. Sometimes I wonder why you guys aren’t expelled yet.” “Hermione, trust us. We won’t go that far.” Hermione looks from the twins to Lotte and me, thinking about what George just said. She rolls her eyes and says “Okay, fine. I won’t say anything. But if you get expelled, remember that I’ve warned you.” She grabs the books that were lying on the table and walks out of the doors into the corridor.
            When she’s gone, Fred goes on where we just left off. “Anyway, you two can make sure Umbridge is out of her office by a quarter past eight?” “Yep.” “Okay, then we’ll see you back at her office around twenty past eight?” “Duh. Like we’re going to miss the show.” Lotte smiles while she says that. “Well, then we’re going to make some last preparations. See you later.” The twins stand up and walk away. “C’mon, we should also make some preparations to get Umbridge away of her office.”  I say while I stand up, pulling Lotte with me. “You know, I wonder if Chantal’s already gone. Or else she’s going to kill you.” “Neh, I think she’s already down here. Look.” “I point at the back of a girl who’s standing at the canteen, waiting for her sandwich. “Ah, other way around?” “Yep.” And so we turn around and walk out of the doors on the other side of the atrium.

“Okay, so, a plan. How are we going to distract Umbridge?” I’m walking up and down the room while Lotte sits on her bed. “We could ask her for help for our Dutch homework?” “No, she’ll see the trick. She’s not teaching the both of us.”
            I just keep on walking while thinking of a good plan, while suddenly, I feel a strange pain running through my left foot. “Ouch! Raven! You damned ferret!” In the corner of my eye I see Chantal’s pitch-black pet running to Chantal’s space of the room. Lotte has burst out laughing and is almost rolling over the floor. While she’s finally finished, she stands up, hiccupping from all the laughter. “I’m sorry, but I think that was Chantal’s revenge.” I sight. I should’ve known. But then I realize something. “We could change into ferrets!” Lotte stops her laughter abrupt and looks at me, not understanding what I just said. “I mean, we’re animagi. We could turn ourselves into ferrets to distract Umbridge.” Lotte thinks about it and she clearly likes the idea. “And then we could run into the office, show us to Umbridge, and run away so she’ll get after us!” We high five. “But wait, what if that doesn’t work?” “Umbridge doesn’t know we’re animagi. And if it happens that she thinks ‘Hmm, two ferrets, maybe it’s a trick. I should just go on with my work and let them ruin my office.’ we can always use some Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes merchandise.” “Okay, seems like a plan. What time is it?” I take a look at the alarm clock; seven past eight. “Time to start a joke.” I smile, and change into a ferret.