Little bit of Devil in those Angel Eyes [November 2015]

It was November of my third year and I hadn't even pulled any prank yet. I must have been really slaking. Tonight was the perfect night for plotting. I couldn't sleep and it was one in the morning. Everyone was asleep, at least everyone in the house of Hufflepuff. I wasn't asleep, I couldn't fall back asleep. I had slept just long enough to go into REM sleep and then the nightmare hit and woke me up. It was going to be one of those nights. They were farther apart now a days and they didn't phase me as much.

So I used my time productively. I plotted. But what do do what do do? "I wish I was better at potions." I almost silently mumbled to myself. "Transfiguration... hmm maybe but to make it large scale would be harder then potions. Maybe I could go old school non-magical but that could get cleaned up way to easy." I was definitely the kind of person that talked to themselves. People would just have to get over it. "Also who to prank?" I was just mumbling. I doubted that if anyone was actually here they couldn't make out what I was saying just that I was a crazy person talking to myself.

I had sneaked over to the kitchens for a nice midnight snack and when I came back into the common room I heard some muttering; initially I was going to ignore it, but then I heard the best word in the dictionary:  prank.  "You could always prank a Gyrffindor," I answered the girl, taking a bite of the muffin in my hand.  "They are the ones who least expect it and I have a couple of people to target."  Of course I was talking about my older brothers... I was going to make their lives horrible while I was here -- in the best way possible, of course.

I jumped about five feet in the air on the inside but on that outside I remained as cool as a cucumber when someone started talking to me.... at least I think I looked calm, knowing my luck I looked like a shaking chihuahua. I hated those dogs, if I can punt it it's a cat, but now I was getting off topic.

"And who might you be wanting to prank in Gryffindor?" I turned to look at the boy, who I honestly didn't recognize. For now though, his name wasn't important.

I was slightly impressed that she did not jump -- something I found to be important in a prankster for the fact that, well, things could easily change and become rather startling to the wrong people. "Josh and Jake Weasley of course," I said to her easily enough. "I doubt many people really go after them seeing as their dad owns the best joke shoppe ever." I figured I would play coy and pretend I was not their younger brother -- for about five minutes. I knew it would not last long.