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My mind was still racing, trying to think of what just happened as I showered.

The group decided we'd all clean up real quick before the boys came to our dorm to get their costumes.

Although I was very happy about our win, it almost seemed fake. As if we cheated or as if we didn't technically win. As if I cheated... and technically, I did. I knew that if anyone apparated in a real quidditch game, they'd definitely be disqualified.

The thing was, I really had no idea how I did it. How I thought about it, and suddenly I was there. How I thought about what I was gonna do when I got there, and then I was suddenly able to do that.

Pansy, Daphne, and myself had planned the group costumes yesterday, and looked through our clothing to make sure we all had something that would work. Luckily, we did.

Once I got out of the shower and changed, I walked out of the bathroom to find that the boys had gotten there.

They all had annoyed looks on their faces, and almost looks of begging for the costumes to not be horrible.

I was relieved to see that Draco looked to be in a normal mood too, well a normal mood for him at least. I was worried he'd still be pretty shocked and confused about the match, but luckily I think he understood. Understood that I didn't want the others too know about what happened.

"Don't look so worried boys, the costumes aren't that bad." Pansy said, her lips forming a proud smirk.

"That's a joke," Draco says after he scoffs, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he leaned against a wall.

"Why yes, yes it is," Pansy smirks, loving the power she holds.

Daphne and I laugh quietly with Pansy, as we watch the boys faces all seem to turn from annoyed to worried.

The three of us glance at each other, grinning, before standing up and starting to walk over to where we kept the costumes.

Draco grabs my wrist firmly though, stopping me from walking any further.

"I swear you have no idea what's coming if they're bad." He whispers into my ear, his hot breath fanning onto my neck.

A smirk spreads across my lips at this. He really wasn't as scary as he thought he seemed to be, and I wasn't afraid to talk back.

"Please then," I speak quietly to him. "Inform me on what's coming." I finish, biting my bottom lip in amusement.

He stares at me for a moment, his mouth parted slightly as if he's almost surprised by my bravery. His eyes quickly transfer from my eyes to my lips, back up to my eyes.

My cheeks seem to heat up slightly at the sudden movement, contemplating if I was just overthinking.

"Hey Y/n- do you have the shirt for Blaise?" Pansy asks, making me turn my body towards her.

Draco quickly lets go of his grip on my wrist, his eyes turning towards Pansy as well.

I clear my throat quietly before walking over to her. My knees bend as I look down in the bag of clothing I had ready for Draco.

"Oh yes! Right here," I say, handing her the shirt we picked out for Blaise.

After we've collected all of the clothing, and sorted it out, we walk back to where the boys are standing. They all have confused looks on their faces, probably because they saw some of the clothing and are confused on what our plan is.

"So since we're nice-" I start but am soon interrupted by Pansy.

"Since Y/n decided to be nice," She says, rolling her eyes slightly.

I narrow my eyes at her, before taking a breath in and beginning on my sentence once more.

"We've decided we're going to put you in our costumes for dinner, so it'll be less horrible," I start, smiling weakly at the boys in front of me. "But once dinner is over, we'll switch costumes." I finish, smirking at their confusion.

"What are the costumes then?" Blaise asks, his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Well, have you ever seen or heard of Alvin and the Chipmunks?" I say, grinning at them.

There's a moment of silence as the three boys glance at each other with confused looks. They clearly didn't know what I was talking about.

"Chipmunks?" Goyle asks, concern in his voice.

"Mhm! Chipmunks," Daphne answers, an evil grin on her lips.

"We're not dressing up as bloody chipmunks." Draco says sternly, not breaking eye contact with me.

A light chuckle leaves my mouth, tilting my head slightly before I speak again.

"No-" I say, amusement in my voice. "But you are going to dress up as Alvin, Simon, and Theodore.. or should I say Brittany, Jeanette, and Eleanor." I smirk at them.

"Pardon?" Blaise asks, his brows slightly furrowed in confusion.

"You heard me," I answer, an evil smirk still spread across my lips.

Blaise shifts slightly in his stance, almost seeming nervous by his next words.

"Well, yeah I did.. but those are girl names." He says as his eyes glance at the three of us.

Draco scoffs at this comment, dropping his head and shaking it slowly.

"I'm not dressing up as a girl." The blonde says sternly, lifting his head slightly to look at me.

"Not yet you aren't," I grin at him.

We hand each of the boys their pile of clothing, Draco as Alvin, Blaise as Simon, and Goyle as Theodore.

They leave the dorm to change, walking in about 5 minutes later with the costumes on.

I didn't have to even look at the other two girls to tell they were grinning just as wide as I was. They all had quite oversized hoodies (which we charmed to make bigger) with some dark blue jeans we found.

Blaise was wearing a pair of fake glasses, as he was Simon, which he honestly seemed to like. Probably made him feel smarter.

I move my gaze to Draco, who I could tell absolutely hated wearing the color red. This was because red was the color of the Gryffindor house and god forbid Draco even touch anything red.

I held in a laugh as I looked at Goyle, who weirdly enough resembled Theodore in an odd way. He had the same trailing beyond the group personality, which was a big part in us choosing who would be which chipmunk.

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It took lots of convincing and ultimately threatening to finally get the boys to go to dinner. I can only imagine what it would take for them to go to dinner dressed in 3 tutus and pigtails in their hair, but luckily that fun was for after we ate.

Although the whole point of them dressing up was so the three of us girls didn't seem weird, we decided to wear our normal uniforms to dinner, making the three of them look even stranger.

When they first walked into the hall was when they got the most stares, although throughout dinner people couldn't keep their eyes off of them, which usually the boys would love, but definitely not dressed like this.

I had just swallowed my last bite of food when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. My head turned around, inspecting the person who tapped me.

My brows furrowed in confusion as I looked up to see Professor Mcgonagall, with a rather serious look on her face.

Crap.. did she find out about us placing truth or dare?

"Hello Miss Y/l/n, Dumbledore would like to see you in his office," She spoke clearly, a weak smile on her lips.

She gestured for me to stand up, so I did. I got up quickly, trying not to show too much confusion on my face.

"Is something wrong?" I ask, my voice sounding more worried than I wanted it to.

I follow her as she walks out of the great hall, each step with purpose.

"He has not told me anything about the reason for wanting to see you," she starts, her steps small but quick. "I suspect it shouldn't be anything horrible though." She glances at me, smiling weakly.

I nod slightly at her, my mind racing through what he could want me for.

Crabbe could've easily finally remembered what happened and then told the headmaster about it, though it seemed strange he wouldn't tell Mcgonagall instead.

The Professor pauses once she reaches the end of the hallway. My eyes gaze confusedly at the great bird statue in front of me, though I wasn't sure what kind of bird. It was sitting in an empty staircase like spiral, though there were no stairs.

Mcgonagall gestured for me to go stand by the bird, her head tilting that direction as well. I oblige quickly, walking slowly towards it.

Once I'm standing a few inches by the bird, I see Professor Mcgonagall's mouth open, ready to speak.

"Sherbet Lemon," She speaks sternly, her eyes not on mine but rather looking at the bird beside me.

I don't have time to think about the strange password for long before suddenly stairs beneath me slowly start moving. I watch as I get higher and higher, my view of the Professor now vanished.

There's a few moments where I'm in the staircase, before it opens up to what I'm guessing is Dumbledore's office.

My lips part in amazement at the office in front of me. There was a large desk in the middle, and two staircases leading up to another level. Behind those staircases lay bookshelves filled with so many books I wonder if anyone even knows the amount of books in the room.

It was a very large room, though something about it felt cozy, and warm.

As my eyes gaze over the office, they finally land on the headmaster, seeming to be looking at one of the books I was just amazed by.

I clear my throat awkwardly, gaining his attention.

"Oh hello, Miss Y/l/n," He says softly, a sweet smile on his face.

I smile back at him, though nerves fill my body once again.

"Hello," I say sweetly, my nerves taking over my body as I blurt out my next words. "Is something wrong?" I ask, finally stepping away from the bird.

"Hm? Oh no, nothing specifically wrong, just... fascinating." He speaks, a hint of amusement on his face.

I furrow my brows at the statement, my mind once again rushing through what could be so fascinating to him, a man who's experienced anything and everything. Why would something about me be so fascinating to him?

"You're 13, is that correct?" He asks, walking over to his desk and sitting in the chair behind it.

He gestures towards the chair in front of the desk, a weak smile on his lips.

"Yes, that's correct sir." I say quietly, walking over to the chair.

He hums in understanding, nodding his head slowly. He looked as though deep in thought, before a slight grin came over his face.

"You know, most 13 year olds don't even know what apparating is," he says, amusement in his voice as he grins at me.

A breath leaves my mouth, as my mind raced through excuses.. but there were none. No excuses to apparate a few inches just so I could win a quidditch game. No excuses to apparate just so I could dress three boys up for Halloween.

"That's-" he breaks me away from my thoughts, my eyes finally meeting his. "That's what fascinates me." He smiles softly at me.

I beg myself to say something but I can't. I can't because I don't understand. I don't understand why this fascinates him. I don't understand if I'm in trouble for it, or if I'm winning an award. I don't understand what he's trying to say, nor what's gonna happen.

"No worries though, I've told the ministry to leave all of this up to me." He speaks once again.

I was relieved by him speaking, mostly because I had no idea what to say. I was relieved until I realized what he said.

"The ministry found out?" I ask, trying to keep my voice soft but concern takes over.

Usually I kept my thoughts to myself, but in a moment of panic everything spilled out.

"Sir I promise I didn't mean anything by it, I really didn't. I didn't even think I'd be able to do it, I just thought about it and poof it happened. It really was just a mistake and-" I rant, though was luckily interrupted by the long bearded man in front of me.

"It's alright, it's alright. The ministers understand it was an honest mistake, and they've left it up to me to talk to you about it."

A take a deep breath in, nodding slowly as I exhale. I deserved a punishment for my actions, I really did.

"So- tell me how you did it," the man grins at me once again, a hint of excitement in his voice.

"Sorry?" I ask, shocked my his slight childish behavior.

"Well you said you closed your eyes and thought about it and 'poof' you were there?" He asks, making a small spark action with his hand as he said poof.

I nod slightly, still extremely confused by his actions and behavior. Why was my headmaster asking me how I did an illegal spell, as if we were both 12 and I just had my first kiss and we were about to gossip about it.

"Well-yes, I closed my eyes and concentrated on where I wanted to be.. and suddenly I felt myself there." I say, sounding unsure of my words.

"That is absolutely fascinating Miss Y/l/n," he says, raising his brows. "I'm very impressed by it."

My eyes widen at his words, a small smile creeping onto my lips.

"Thank-thank you, sir," I say, not being able to contain the grin that now spread onto my face.

When I came into my Headmaster's office, the last thing I expected was him to say he was impressed by me.

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no because you cannot convince me Goyle's alter ego isn't Theodore the chipmunk.

I apologize for sadly not writing too much about the whole Halloween costumes and stuff, I will if y'all really want me to but I'm trying to have 3rd year go a little faster lol, we need some spice🤌

I have a questionnnn, do y'all like me posting a chapter everyday, or would you rather me post like every other day so I could put more effort and details into the chapters? Just wondering:))

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