The Prat (anyone)

Sirina Hera Black was incest with anger. As she stomped up the stairs towards Gryffindor portrait, she was covered head to toe in mud and she was thinking of the most vicious and powerful hexs that would have a certian ferret recovering in the hospital wing for a week.

"Oh good gracious child, what happened? Are you alright?" The Fat Lady exclaimed.

"No My Lady I'm not, thank merlin. Had a run in with a certian Ferret let's just leave it at that ok." Sirina said with a tired sigh. She was cold, tired and hungry.

"Very well child," the Fat Lady said with a nod of her head. "Password?"

"Messers Moony, Padfoot and Progs!" Sirina spoke clearly.

The portrait door swung open, allowing Sirina to pass and walked straight into the common room where she was greeted by the shocked looks of Hermione, Harry and Ron.

"What happened to you?!" Hermione asked.

"Malfoy!" Sirina excalimed.

Hermione growled as she heard her enemy's name. "Do you want me to hit him again?" She asked.

"Nope, this sort of pay back needs the Weasley Twin genius and the Maruders planning. That's why I'm putting in a fire call to Fred and George and Dad and Uncle Moony." Sirina said with a weak smile as she plunked herself down on the couch.

"I think I should jinx him instead." Harry shrugged. "Malfoy's never been good at dueling."

"Remember in First Year?" Hermione giggled.

"The rotten little Prat, cursed me off of my broom." Sirina mumbled loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Now that's was awesome." Sirina giggled.

Hermione laughed.

Sirina sighed with relife. She was thankful noone had heard her.

Harry smirked. "I could hit him with a jellylegs curse before Quidditch."

"Oh that would do it!" Sirina teased.

"Jellylegs it is." Harry laughed.

"I can't wait to see that!" Hermione said. "What about you Ron, do you have any ideas?" She added.

"Yea Ron, what's your plan?" Sirina said.