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It was like a chain reaction.

The explosions of the fireworks synced with the terrified screams of the students, and by the sound of it, several desks were knocked down in the commotion. The screams only grew louder and more panicked as the dung bombs went off, and Eliot could just imagine the horde of panicked and confused students running around the classroom as the barf-inducing smoke filled the air.

Eliot tried everything to wipe the silly smirk off her face. Pressing her lips together, biting the inside of her cheek, even pinching herself, but nothing worked. In the end, she just settled with covering her mouth with her hand to stifle her laughter.

Oh, and had she forgotten to mention? Fleamont had added a charm to the door, so that as soon as the explosions went off, the door would automatically lock.

As everyone filed out of the classroom to see the reason for the commotion, it seemed the poor divination teacher had finally managed to unlock the door. Eliot concealed her snickers as she watched around thirty traumatized students stumble out of the classroom. She nearly laughed out loud when she spotted Newt's curly hair sticking up at an odd angle, his face pale and blue eyes wide with shock.

Leta stumbled out behind Newt, looking like she wanted to puke all over the floor. Eliot felt a twinge of guilt, but her amusement overrode it instantly. It was all just for fun, wasn't it?

"What is the meaning of this?" A voice shouted, and Eliot spotted the potions professor pushing through the crowd.

Slughorn's eyes widened as he saw the destruction, his face turning an ugly shade of purple. "Potter!" He bellowed, glaring immediately at Fleamont.

The dark haired Gryffindor only grinned back, blinking innocently. "You really think I'd do this Professor? I must say, I'm quite offended-"

"Enough!" Slughorn roared, pointing a pudgy finger at Fleamont. "Detention, for two weeks!"

Fleamont only shrugged back carelessly, letting Slughorn storm back through the crowd of murmuring students. But before the dark haired boy could be ushered back to his class, he turned around to face Eliot, giving her knowing wink.

And she could've sworn that she saw his hazel eyes actually twinkle in amusement.

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"Did you hear about the prank today in divination?" Mylene asked her as they walked down the hallway, her eyes wide in excitement.

A smile smile tugged at the corner of Eliot's lips. "Yeah, I did."

"It was absolutely brilliant!" Mylene gushed, as she waved her hands around expressively. "That Potter kid is a genius!" Then added as an afterthought, "And hot too."

Eliot faked a cough to cover up her laugh. She didn't know why she found it so funny when it was very obvious that half of the female was crushing on one of Hogwart's biggest pranksters, aside from the Prewett twins.

Maybe it was the fact that she now viewed him less as 'the legendary Gryffindor seeker' and more as just Fleamont; the goofy mischievous boy she tutored twice a week. He didn't seem as invincible anymore.

"Anyway," Mylene continued, ignoring Eliot's strange behaviour. "I have this theory."

"Oh?" Eliot raised a brow.

"I think someone helped him," Mylene said seriously.

Eliot almost choked on her own spit. Scratch that, she did actually choke on her own spit. "Oh come on!" Eliot laughed nervously once she regained her breath. "This is Potter we're talking about, he's a genius, you said it yourself!"

Mylene furrowed her brows. "I don't know I just have this feeling." Then she added as an afterthought, "Why are you getting so worked up about it? It's not like you helped him." Mylene then snorted at the thought.

If only you knew.

"Never in a million- hey!" Eliot was cut off when she stumbled back as she collided with another body.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I-" she cut herself off as she saw a pair a cerulean blue orbs staring down at her. And for a moment, she almost got captivated once more as she stared back, in a trance.

Not this time, a defiant voice chimed in her head, and Eliot blinked for a couple of seconds, before averting her eyes.

Quickly coming to her senses, she snatched her hands away before pivoting on her heel. Or at least tried to. A hand latching onto her wrist stopped her departure. Eliot looked around for her friend, who she soon realized was nowhere to be seen.

Traitor.

"Let go!" She cried, struggling in the Hufflepuff's grip, but to no avail.

"Shh!" Newt shushed her as his hand clamped down on her mouth.

"Don't you shush me Scamander!" Eliot fumed as she attempted to pry Newt's hand off from her face.

"Duck!" Newt yelled suddenly.

"What?!" Eliot barely had any time to think as the Hufflepuff boy pulled her down to the floor. A blue blur suddenly whizzed over her head, making her breath hitch.

"Shit," Newt cursed as he pushed himself off the ground.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Eliot exclaimed in disbelief.

"That," Newt started, brushing the dust off his Hufflepuff scarf, "Was a Billywig." He then started off again in the direction the creature had gone.

"Wait!" Eliot cried after him, struggling to catch her breath. "Care to explain to me exactly why there's a- a- billywad-"

"Billywig," Newt corrected.

"Whatever!" Eliot threw her hands up in the air in exasperation. "It doesn't matter."

"It escaped from my case," Newt said finally, not looking her directly in the eye.

"Your case?" Eliot cried, slapping her forehead. "You keep animals inside your suitcase?"

"It's complicated," Newt sighed.

"What do you mean it's complicated? It's- bloody hell." Eliot yelped in alarm as the blue blur flew over her head, almost poking her eye out with its tail.

Newt cursed again under his breath as he turned to glance back at her. "We'll never be able to catch it like this."

Eliot did a double take. "We?"

A light blush dusted Newt's cheeks. "Umm, I meant I'll." He bit his bottom lip nervously and Eliot's heart did a couple somersaults.

Damnit Newt, what are you doing to me?

Eliot pressed her lips together in annoyance and sighed, shaking her head. "Fine, I'll help."

"Really?" Newt exclaimed, before catching himself. "Uh, I mean, it'll go faster if, you know, we both look for it," he finished, his voice getting quieter at the end of the sentence. Newt coughed awkwardly and averted his eyes as the tips of his ears turned pink.

"You know," Eliot said, biting back a smile. "I think I know how we can catch those Billywigs."