Chapter Thirteen:
( the twin's surprise )

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             PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE NO LONGER is their headmaster and he is now a person of convict. When Spencer first read that news in the Ravenclaw's notice board, she could not help but stand in shock. Most of the time, students felt protected because they know many fear him— Voldemort fears him. And now he is on the run from the Ministry and on top of that, Professor Umbridge became the headmaster. This is a nightmare coming to life in the hardest way possible. Although, the way their former headmaster escaped has become a legendary tale. Spencer cannot help but be impressed that Dumbledore found a way to overcome two Aurors, the High Inquisitor, the Minister of Magic, and his Junior assistant. That and she is slightly joyful (which she hides from Cho) that her fellow housemate, Marietta is now resting in the Hospital Wing with Madam Pomfrey still trying to fix the jinx Hermione caused (brilliant woman!).

             Exiting Herbology with Harry explaining what truly occurred is interesting. Spencer walks beside Hermione since Ricky busied himself talking to Ron and she rather listens closely to what her friend is saying. Ernie MacMillan is in her other side with the same interest.

             "Dumbledore will be back before long," Ernie speaks confidently. "They couldn't keep him away in our second year and they won't be able to this time. The Fat Friar told me..." He drops his voice conspiratorially, so that all of them have to lean in closer to hear, "that Umbridge tried to get back into his office last night after they'd search the castle and grounds for him. Couldn't get past the gargoyle. The Head's office has sealed itself against her." Ernie smirks. "Apparently she had a right little tantrum..."

             "Fits her right," Spencer comments with distaste. Hermione nods in agreement, tugging her books closer to her chest.

             "Oh, I expect she really fancied herself sitting up there in the Head's office," Hermione scoffs viciously, as they walk up the stone steps into the entrance hall. "Lording it over all the teachers, the stupid puffed-up, power-cold, old—"

             "Now, do you really want to finish that sentence, Granger?" Draco Malfoy has slid out from behind the door, followed by Crabbe and Goyle. His pale, pointed face is alight with malice. A few seconds pass before his actual friend passes through the door and suddenly stops. Taking notice of the crowd in front of him, he lets his eyes wander around in confusion. "Afraid I'm going to have to dock a few points from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff," Malfoy drawls.

             Spencer rolls her eyes and raises an eyebrow, urging him to dare and say her house as well. The Malfoy eyes her silently before promptly choosing to stare away. She never understood the rivalry between Harry and him when they were just kids the first time they met. She shakes her thoughts of that and looks around them. It is impossible not to cause a scene when all six of them have been walking and three— or four (if you count Blaise standing on the side uninterestedly) of them join to cause more mayhem than needed.

             "It's only teachers that can dock points from Houses, Malfoy," Ernie reminds the Slytherin prefect, his eyes falling to the blond's hair and then at his badge.

             Malfoy sneers, "I know prefects can't dock points, but members of the Inquisitorial Squad—"

             "The what?" Hermione interrupts him with a sharp tone. Spencer chuckles slightly and comments, "Didn't know he had high vocabulary."

             "Shut it, Montague," Malfoy warns lightly before returning his gaze toward the Gryffindor female. "The Inquisitorial Squad, Granger, is a selected group of students who are supportive of the Ministry of Magic, hand-picked by Professor Umbridge. Anyway, members do have the power to dock points. So, Granger, I'll have five points from you for being rude about our new headmistress... MacMillan, five for contradicting me... Five because I don't like you, Potter... Weasley, your shirt's untucked so another five points... oh, yeah, Granger, I forgot... you're a mudblood so—"

             "You better take that back before I make sure you never speak again," Spencer growls out in defense for not just her Gryffindor friend, but best friend who shudders in fear. Malfoy pales slightly but does not flinch away from her view.

             Instead, he tilts his head almost threateningly. "I suppose you want points taken off too?"

             "Mate, drop it," Blaise cuts him off, sending him a glare of warning.

             Malfoy huffs and shakes off the hand that his friend placed on his arm. "She was not even involved in this," he defends himself before quickly shutting up as he notices another presence walking toward them. Spencer recognizes the look and groans, sending him a distasteful stare.

             "Are they annoying you, Draco?" Her sister's innocent voice plays along nicely, pushing Blaise over so she could reach the blond's side. The brooding boy glares at her and pats himself right after her hands left his arm— his face scrunching up in disgust which rightfully amuses Spencer. Why did he date her in the first place?

             The blond Slytherin stiffens and slowly shakes his head. "I have it handled, Montague. I was about to leave, actually," he lies through his clenched teeth, barely glancing at the group.

             Morgana turns slightly and glances at the hourglasses with curiosity. "Mmh," she hums with displeasure. Her eyes stare back at the younger students. "Adams seems to reek of mudblood and my dearest sister still has the snippy attitude, doesn't she?"

             "Like I said," Malfoy says coolly. "I have it handled and took some points off already. Right, Blaise?"

             His two followers stare at each other in confusion but do not speak up. However, the taller male rids his face of emotions as he answers, "Yes, he did. Think that means we should head out."

             The older Montague narrows her eyes in suspicion before scoffing and turning away. Her loud steps make everyone else roll their eyes silently. Spencer huffs to herself and then glares at Malfoy. "You are an odd kid," she mumbles toward him before moving forward without any of her companions.

             Ricky is the first to continue along before the rest follow. She walks toward the hourglass with her fingers gently tapping on her chin. The only hourglass that seems to not lose points tends to be the Slytherins. Everyone else continuously lost points, especially Gryffindor. Two identical figures land beside her and place their arms around her shoulders. With all the weight being put on her, she slightly slumps shorter than what she actually is.

             "Bit unfair, isn't it," Fred speaks up with annoyance, eyeing the hourglass before then gazing at his little brother and his friends.

             Harry furiously nods. "Malfoy just docked us about fifty points," he adds in with disgust.

             "Montague tried to do us during break," said George. He seems to frown before he then fixes himself, "Graham Montague, not the older one."

             Ron quickly asks, "What do you mean 'tried'?"

             Fred grins slightly which makes Spencer stare at the twins in wonder. "He never managed to get all the words out due to the fact that we forced him headfirst into that Vanishing Cabinet on the first floor," he informs proudly. The young Montague snickers and nods impressively while the Gryffindor female appears very shock.

             "But you'll get into terrible trouble!" She shrieks. Her eyes wander to Spencer as if wondering if she was okay with it and in response, the Ravenclaw shrugs uncaringly.

             "He's not my problem," Spencer answers. Which is true. Graham and her haven't been in good terms ever since he decided to hang out with Morgana rather than her. Thus, whatever kind relationship they had vanished. He is now part of her tormented family and truthfully, she could care less about him.

             George ruffles her hair playfully. "See? We made sure not to intentionally hurt someone Spence cares about. But anyway—" he motions for Fred to continue explaining what happened to Montague.

             "Until Montague appears, and that could take weeks, is when they'll find out. We haven't got a clue where he is," Fred murmur coolly. "Plus, we don't care about getting in trouble anymore."

             At those words, Spencer tilts her head in curiosity. Ah, so they're gonna begin their plan? She waits patiently for George to meet her eyes and he only gives her a wink in confirmation.

             Hermione's words bring her back to the actual conversation. "Have you ever?" The curly-haired girl interrupts.

             "Course we have," George informs, breaking the eye contact with Spencer as he turns to Hermione. "Never been expelled, have we?

             True, Spencer thinks. In all honesty, the Weasley twins are brilliant masterpieces. They know how to invent items (even if they are for pranks) and enough to handle themselves quite well.

             "We've always known where to draw the line," says Fred.

             "We might have put a toe across it occasionally," continues George.

             "But we've always stopped short of causing real mayhem," Fred smirks.

             Spencer hums in response. "You boys are something else," she comments. Fred sends her a playful wink.

             "And don't you love it," he flirts light-heartedly, puckering his lips as a joke. Spencer giggles and turns his face away from hers knowing how playful the boys are.

             Hermione huffs in annoyance. "Oh, don't you encourage them!" She whines with a frown. Spencer raises an eyebrow and backs away slowly.

             "Hey, we need a little uplifting jokes around here. Especially with that big-headed toad as our headmistress," Spencer shudders in disgust. Fred and George give her huge grins.

             The twins place a quick kiss in her cheek. "You see, we were right on what we told you last time," they utter out in unison, receiving odd looks from everyone else. Noticing that they were causing a slight crowd, Spencer begins moving elsewhere with Ricky by her side.

             "See you," she waves goodbye. Before she has the chance to properly leave, Fred grabs onto her arm and quickly warns, "Phase one of our grand plan is on its work. I'd get in the Great Hall if I were you two, that way you wouldn't even be a suspect for Professor Umbridge."

             "Right," Ricky answers slowly, an unsure look on his face. As the two Ravenclaws make their way out of there, he turns to the girl with suspense. "They've gotten a bit weirder, haven't they?"

             Spencer, as she knows what they planned to do, shrugs. "I'm sure they're just planning for something ahead of its game," she mumbles out quietly.

             The two sit in the Ravenclaw table and Spencer could not help but frown. Theodore still does not sit with them and she had been hoping that perhaps the events from yesterday would allow him to change his mind. His and Ricky's at least. And yet, her own best friend still seems suspicious of him and Theodore still avoids the two like insects. She silently eats on her food while thinking about yesterday's events. Truthfully, she is not too surprise that the two Slytherins helped them, but she was not expecting them either. It interests her that Blaise (since when did she begin calling him Blaise?) even went against his own best friend to help her. That and the fact that he worked with Theo and she knows for a fact that the two of them do not like each other. Somehow, they (all) put each other's differences to the side and worked together brilliantly.

             "You know... Theo helped us and he didn't have to," Spencer quietly mentions, placing her chin on top of her clasped hands. Her friend stiffens and slightly clears his throat, shifting awkwardly to the side.

             Ricky puts on a fake smile and nods. "Right, I remember," he responds, deciding to take a bite out of the food rather than face their conversation. Spencer stares at him curiously, letting her eyes investigate his face. Unlike many others, he is not good in closing his emotions off. Ricky is open in every way possible— whether it is in his sexuality, blood status, or facial expressions. He is just open. In some twisted way, she can imagine that he feels... heartbroken? Hurt? Scared?

             Her eyes widen in realization, leaning back with a knowing expression on her face. She has notice that her friend no longer blushes a whole dark shade of red when next to Harry or if acknowledging him. It slowly began vanishing and him and Theodore had been growing close before the truth about his father came out. The day they all went to Hogsmeade is not the first time she noticed. Spencer always admired how Ricky and Theo managed to get along— smiles being sent, Ricky teasing Theo, the other boy always listening to him (and her too) talk. Her lips part, unsure if she should comment on the subject or not.

             "Do you have a crush on Theo?" Spencer blurts out the question softly, furrowing her brows together in questioning. Ricky freezes in his spot and she watches as his eyes stay on the piece of fruit the entire time, not daring to move elsewhere. Then, his whole posture changes and he scoffs.

             "Um, no," he answers with a clenched jaw. "I like Harry, remember?"

             Spencer narrows her eyes and then shakes her head. "You do, but not like that. He's a friend now and he has not been in your mind like before or you would have been doodling his initials in a piece of parchment during Charms," she analyzes, recalling the times he would actually do that like some lovesick fool.

             "Can we not talk about it, please?" Ricky sighs in defeat, placing his fork down. The young girl frowns, but respects his decision.

             "He's not a bad person, Ricky. I can feel it and that's why I chose to befriend him rather than push him away," she tells him above a whisper, staring at him sadly before looking away. Fortunately for Ricky, the two of them do not continue with that conversation as suddenly they hear a loud BOOM!

             The floor shakes one side to the other and Spencer grips on the table in confusion. Suddenly, whole chaos erupts in the Great Hall as students scramble in panic. The young Montague sighs as she realizes what the twins meant by 'phase one'. Ricky glances at her and questions, "Twins?"

             She nods in agreement. "Twins."

             The two of them run to the scene of the crime and quickly find themselves enchanted by the beauty of chaos. Fireworks blessed themselves brightly among the school and Spencer could not help but smile through the experience. Dragons comprised entirely of green-and-gold sparks that soars up and down the corridors, emitting loud fiery blasts and bangs as they went. Shocking-pink Catherine wheels five feet in diameter were whizzing lethally through the air like so many flying saucers. Rockets with long tails of brilliant silver stars were ricocheting off the walls. Sparklers are writing swear words in midair of their own accord— causing a bubble of laughter to escape Spencer's mouth. Even Ricky, despite the conversation they had, is now smiling widely.

             A familiar presence arrives beside her and Spencer turns to him a bright grin. Theodore seems amused at the whole mess and even though he holds his hands inside his robes, he also finds it interesting. Spencer makes sure not to make him freak out knowing if she says the wrong thing he might flee from her view. "I gotta admit," he says loudly because of the fireworks, "the twins really outdid themselves."

             "That's not all they have planned," she teases to her two friends (because despite Theo trying to drift away from her, she loves him, really). Spencer knows that for a fact, even if she does not know how they are planning on doing it. Their grand departing would be absolutely epic. She knows the twins long enough to realize that.

             It is late at night when she decides to go visit up the Astronomy Tower. The young girl eyes the doorway in curiosity before entering. As suspected, she notices the tall male leaning toward the rail with his eyes stuck in the constellations. Spencer hesitates to continue in; afraid that she is interrupting his moment of peace and quietness. However, Blaise turns around and raises his eyebrow as if questioning why she still has not fully entered. Spencer smiles awkwardly before making her way beside him.

             Fireworks still soars largely around Hogwarts and Spencer is able to witness why Blaise appears so quiet looking at the skies. The sparks manages to look even more wonderful in the night, shining brighter as ever with occasional inappropriate words being written. She places herself in the cold ground and lets her eyes get blinded by the lights. This time she actually did eat so she does not have to worry about fainting— she hopes never to do that again.

             "This is something I'm glad I will not be forgetting," Spencer breaks their silence, taking in every breath and every movement around her. The boy glances at her as she speaks, his eyes softening around the edges. She turns toward him with the corners of her mouth turned up and her front teeth exposed. For a second, she swears his breathing seems to stop as his lips part seemingly in shock as if he could not believe she is smiling at him. Her eyes land on his and it is the first time she does not understand what is happening. "You reckon Umbridge will last...?"

             Blaise seems to be off guard by the way he blinks numerous times and then straightens his position. Then, he returns back to his stoic expression and shrugs lightly. "I am not completely sure, but you should have seen her running from classroom to another. Every professor keep calling for her and Professor Flitwick said something about 'not sure if they had authority' to fix the problem," he informs, nodding at her shock-faced expression.

             Spencer releases a small laugh, tilting her head forward to hide her face. "Magic is exquisite, isn't it?"

             She takes his silence as a way to continue, "It's interesting the way magic is formed. I believe— like many muggles that create their own stories that magic is neither good nor evil. It is a tool... like our wand. We are magic in a sense because as kids we are prone to make a few items seem out of the ordinary even without our wand. I think it depends on us what type of magic we would like the world to see— good or bad, and truthfully, this seems like a wonderful way to express it." Spencer stares up at the work of the Weasley twins in awe.

             "How do you manage to make a simple word grand?" The Slytherin questions carefully, leaning back carefully with his hand to the sides. He is gazing at her with full curiosity, no judgement just pure wonder.

             The young Montague furrows her brows interestingly. "After reading numerous books, I find it easier to describe the moments I wish to always recall. If I want I could recite to you a whole Shakespeare play— or A Tale of Two Cities," she tells him, sighing toward the stars and dreams ahead of them.

             Blaise raises an eyebrow and goes to test her judgment, "Alright, then. Tell me... what is a random quote from page 93? From any character or paragraph in it."

             Spencer tilts her head curiously. "How will you know I am telling the truth?"

             "I do assume you will not lie to me," he points out, shrugging once more in response. The young girl appears taken back by his response before lightly smiling. She closes her eyes in interest and thinks back to the book. The page he asked for already dealt with the trial and it was a matter of question about what would happen to this man. Just one quote from that page and luckily, she knows which one to head with.

             "It's a simple line, really," Spence begins, forcing herself to stare at him rather than the stars. Blaise does not seem to mind and instead waits patiently for her to continue. "After the trial is done, Charles Darnay still has to get his routine back, but he knows it is impossible to return to the same way as before. Mister Darnay claims that he 'hardly seem yet to belong in this world again'."

             The Slytherin stays quiet and takes that line in. "Do you feel that way too?"

             Spencer begins frowning at his question. She is surprised by what he asked. Her gaze falls down to her own hand, wondering the same thing in her own mind. Does she? A sense of serene drew toward her as she thinks about the question. She returns to stare at the boy with a slight smile. "Not anymore. I think I found the right people to make me think better of myself," she reveals.

             "Good," he comments without any more to say.

             The Ravenclaw brings her knees close to her chest and wraps her arms around it. "Why did you date Morgana? If you don't mind me asking," Spencer wonders out loud. It is a question that never left her mind, one that she always thinks about during nighttime. One would think he has a better type of girl seeing as he always appears uninterested— though, Spencer can see that is just something you have to unravel.

             Blaise scoffs. "I never actually liked her, but my mother could not wait for me to date some girl and fall in love so I could talk to her about it— all that rubbish you read about in books," he answers vaguely.

             Spencer chuckles in amusement. "Yeah, I don't think my sister was a good candidate."

             He hums in agreement. "My mother was not even surprised when I told her we were done. Said I never even smiled when I talked about her— if I did. She can't say much against it, however. Married seven times and all those 'husbands' end up dead," he continues, his lips pursing in thought.

             The Ravenclaw widens her eyes in disbelief before moving closer to him in interest. "All of them?"

             "My actual father left and my mother tried many times to find her 'true love'. I suppose that is why she wants me to find the 'right' girl— I don't tend to care about that," Blaise explains, clearing his throat and his face of any heartfelt emotion. His own gaze left hers while he spoke those words.

             "She seems interesting... I'd like to meet her one day," Spencer comments in thought. She does not say a word about the possibility of his mother being the one to kill her husbands knowing that he has been asked this countless of times— especially in their first-year. It would not surprise her, however. Although, she also does not want to assume. When Blaise mentioned the word, he said it almost like poison. Perhaps the people she married were awfully cruel toward him, gaining an immediate disgust at the thought of love when his mother never received one. Abused by older men that forced him to close others off. A tragedy, not just for his mother, but for him as well. Spencer does not truly know for his expressions can only reveal so much.

             A tired sigh escapes her mouth that makes her eyes water up. The Slytherin eyes her before standing up and then offering his hand. Spencer gladly takes it and rubs her eyes.

             "We should head back," he speaks gently, giving her a nod of assurance. The two of them exit the tower together and waits outside the door to listen for Filch or even worse— Umbridge. When the coast is clear, Blaise sends her a wink before muttering the Invisibility Charm. Spencer gazes where he is last seen and then quietly sneaks back to her own dormitory.

             She lets her last thoughts wonder about the mysterious Slytherin— and how she is slowly getting to know him better than before.

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             THERE HAS BEEN A question that Spencer has tried her best to avoid all-year long. What career do you wish to continue? She knows that as a student, she is possibly one of the best there is along with Hermione. But when the underlying question about what she wants to do after Hogwarts? That is complicated. Spencer can list what she would not want to do. For example, she does not want to become a healer, nor a mazoologist, and certainly not part of the corrupted Ministry workers. She dreads the moment she will have to head to Professor Flitwick and talk about the situation.

             Upon noticing the signs all around the school, Spencer groans loudly and manages to scare the first-year Ravenclaws. Ricky snickers to himself while patting his best friend cautiously. He knows how overwhelmed she begins to feel with the thought about her future.

             "I mean, it's not like it matters with Voldemort in the way," Spencer complains, angrily stabbing the piece of food in front of her. Ricky quietly takes away her food, his eyebrows raising in alert. The topic she brought on silences him for a good five seconds before he sighs.

             "Can we please not focus on that part? I'm hoping to become a Charms professor on my behalf, but with your discouraging tone I am starting to doubt on it," her best friend reminds her, his face scrunching up in worry. Spencer frowns and then remembers about him being muggleborn and his fear of what is to come.

             She pouts slightly and apologizes, "Sorry." The food she eats starts to feel unsatisfying and she wonders when she will actually eat her food in peace. It would not be long for her to get called on; if she remembers correctly (which she does), her time with Professor Flitwick would take place during her class of Potions.

             After finishing with a couple of classes (Professor Binns somehow repeats the same lesson as the day before), Potions is next. However, Ricky has to go there by himself as Spencer walks toward the room her Charms professor and Head of House would be at. Spencer is only thankful that she would be able to escape Professor Snape for the first time. She smiles warmly at Professor Flitwick who already is in his ancient chair of honor. Her height is about double of his, but he holds much the wisdom.

             "Good afternoon, Professor," she greets kindly, placing herself in front of him. The miniature elder man returns the sentiment and grabs a whole pamphlet. He nods his head impressively before placing it down, clasping his hands together and asking her most unanticipated question, "What would you like to do after Hogwarts?"

             Spencer parts her lips unsurely. It takes a moment for her to collect her voice toward her patient professor before answering, "Well, I'm not sure, yet. I have trouble trying to find something I can be able to enjoy doing."

             Professor Flitwick appears surprise by her answer before humming slightly. He takes another moment to glance— most likely at her current grades— before placing it back on its place. "You do well on every class that has been given to you, and I am sure if you have taken ten more it would be the same. NEWTs level classes will be like a breeze for you, won't it?"

             "I try my best to do so, sir," Spencer nods in agreement, pursing her lips awkwardly. She gently places her right hand on her chin and begins tapping it slightly— a sign to her thinking outside the box.

             He flicks over another parchment and she cannot help but slightly glance down to it. It is a paper filled with job activities, almost like the ones the students were given to check what they require for their future careers. Except his seems to have even more styled jobs that she has not read about in the parchment they gave out. His eyes seem to read carefully before focusing once more on her.

             "What do you find yourself interested in? Is there something you find yourself doing often?" Professor Flitwick questions, his head tilted curiously. Spencer frowns before giving it a try in thought. Usually, she read books about fiction, biographies, theories, life, any genre really. Though, she often finds herself looking upon authors who discovered something greatly and investigated in life. The amount of times she finds herself reading one of Rousseau's book or someone recent like Gray's. It is no secret that she enjoys reading, most Ravenclaws did. But what does she find herself doing most? Her eyes wanders to the patient man, noticing how coffee lightly stains on the papers aside, his hand carrying a quill with a tired position. And then immediately her brain gave her some sort of zap in response— as if saying the answer is right in front of her. Slowly, realization seems to smack her in the face.

             "Oh... well, I like reading about philosophies among fiction and whatnot whether it is by muggles or by wizards," Spencer answers. She thinks a bit about the other half. "And something I often find myself doing is trying to read people?"

             The older man smiles to himself. He looks over a pile of parchment before taking out two self-explanatory jobs that she might find herself involved in. He slides one further first and says, "Have you ever thought about becoming a philosopher yourself? Of course, this requires a whole package of research and theories made up on your own, but I'm sure you have already thought deep about some topics."

             A philosopher? Being a philosopher would include research and explaining concepts like the nature of magic, death, and what one ought to do with one's life. She wonders about that occasionally and while it seemed like something she would do, it also felt like a hassle to get critique for. Although, she does not agree with many views that people like Voltaire or another philosopher may have done, she finds it interesting to read based on their time period.

             "—or you may also find yourself interested in becoming a wizard profiler," Professor Flitwick continues, sliding the other parchment toward her. This one is labeled as 'classified information' bit clearly. Spencer raises an eyebrow, recognizing exactly what that meant in her behalf. She grabs the paper he handed toward her and swiftly reads it. To become a 'wizard profiler' she has to take the simple required classes and have all outstanding in them, although she also has to get some sort of recommendation letter from any Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and another two classes deemed useful from the following (which meant Transfiguration, Herbology, and Charms). After that she could have a chance being allowed in another academy strictly for them, so it is almost like becoming an Auror, but with a far-more skilled mindset in developing the cause/scenery of crime. Spencer didn't even realize that this job existed in the Wizarding world.

             Spencer smiles lightly with a nod. "Can I keep this?" She questions.

             The professor mimics her expression and she swears she notice his eyes reveal some sort of conflicting familiarity. "Yes, of course," he responds, placing the parchment in a closed folder before handing it to her. "If you do find yourself following this career, you can be honored exceedingly because it has been a couple of years since they have gained another young member. Usually they are looking for them after they find themselves wanting to rest a bit from being an Auror."

             "Really? How long?" Spencer can not help but ask with curiosity.

             Professor Flitwick gives her a ghost of a smile. "Ah... about sixteen years, almost seventeen. He was one of my best students just like you are," he compliments with a heartfelt sigh. So before she was born then.

             The Ravenclaw blinks in surprise before smiling widely. "Thank you, Professor," she stammers. Her thoughts go back to one of the required detail. "The only problem I have is about receiving a letter of recommendation from Defense Against the Dark Arts. Professor Umbridge does not really tolerate me so I fear I will not be able to achieve that part," she informs him of her concern.

             His expression hardens at the reminder of the High Inquisitor before relaxing once more. "Good point, but fortunately, this requirement may be with any former professor. My best recommendation for your years would be Professor Lupin," Professor Flitwick responds easily. So she will need to communicate with the outed werewolf.

             Spencer nods in agreement. "Thank you once again," she mumbles in thanks.

             "Right along with you, Miss Montague," Professor Flitwick motions for her to leave.

             The young Montague makes it in time for Divination— where Harry is not in sight— and manages to whisper to Ricky about what their Head of House told her about. She is smart enough to make sure no one else listened as she figures there is a reason the file was titled as classified. He seems surprise about it and thoroughly confused since he does not particularly care about the similarity between the muggle profiler and wizard type, only that one of them worked for the FBI in the United States more preferably.

             Professor Umbridge appears to be stifling mad based on how deeply she is breathing even after everyone sits in their seats. Spencer turns to her partner with a questionable look, one that he returns with an unknown shrug. Instead of sticking with the question (she figures it had to be related with Harry because of the occasional glares she sent him), she opens the required book to chapter thirty-four and began re-reading it. Toward the end of class, she stares up toward her Gryffindor friends who quietly whispers among themselves. Actually, no... it is only Hermione who continuously whispered some stuff toward Harry with a disciplinary look on her face. She wonders what the boy is planning now and why Hermione seems so against it.

             When the bell rang, Harry jumps out of his seat and flees the room. Spencer silently chuckles before gathering up all her items. Her eyes falls to the parchment paper that her Slytherin partner hides on his own book and she raises an eyebrow in interest. She manages to read what he managed to be interested in and is only the slightest bit surprise. It appears that the boy who helped her heal her scarred hand wants to become a healer. Isn't that wonderful? Oh, that reminds her of her long overdue favor that has now multiplied to three of them.

             Before she can think much on it, she pauses as she hears the unmistakable sounds of a diversion going off in a distance. There are screams and yells reverberating from somewhere above them. In surprise, she latches herself onto the Slytherin's arm before remembering about the Weasley twins. She pats Blaise's arm gently before moving toward Ricky, holding out her hand as she drags him outside to check them out.

             "Harry, please," she manages to hear Hermione beg weakly. However, the boy does not listen and instead barges in the opposite direction from where the sound came. Spencer tilts her head in curiosity before shaking it off and heading toward the east wing as well.

             A whole crowd of students gather up on the Entrance Hall, almost similar to how it had been when Professor Trelawney was being sacked except this time a bit different. Spencer forces herself toward the front where her hand covers her mouth right away in surprise. The whole school seems to be some kind of swamp, but that is not all. The young girl couldn't help but laugh at the person the twins decided to prank the most.

             Morgana Montague stands in the middle of the circle, dripping from head to foot a mixture of pumpkin juice and honey— and some few sweets from Honeydukes altogether. Her hair is completely ruined and a dreadful odor keeps rubbing off from her. The Weasley twins still manages to grin deeply, despite now being cornered by the Inquisitorial Squad and Professor Umbridge herself. Fred and George glances around the whole mess of students before their eyes land on hers and a subtle wink is thrown toward her.

             From beside her she can hear Ricky mumble, "That's what they meant back in the hospital wing..."

             "So!" exclaims Umbridge triumphantly who is standing stairs in front of them, looking down at her prey. "So... you think it's amusing to turn a school corridor into a swamp, do you?"

             "Pretty amusing, yeah," answers Fred, looking back up at her without the slightest of fear. A true Gryffindor showing his colors in the most beautiful way. Spencer slowly parts her lips, taking a long look around her knowing this is most likely to be their grand goodbye. She narrows her eyes as Filch comes running toward Umbridge while waving a piece of parchment.

             "I've got the form, Headmistress," he says hoarsely. "I've got the form and I've got the whips waiting... oh, let me do it now..."

             Spencer gapes her mouth wide open in surprise. Whips? There is no way the Minister— oh, who is she kidding? They are corrupted in every way proving it to be the reason why she does not want to even be a part of their industry. Fred and George better continue their plan immediately before that awful woman can do anything.

             "Very good, Argus," Umbridge says with a sweet tone. "You two," she goes on, gazing down at George and Fred, "are about to learn what happens to wrongdoers in my school."

             Her school? Spencer is beginning to feel the urge to leave with the redheads as well.

             Fred smirks brightly. "You know what? I don't think we are," he replies smartly.

             He turns to his twin and Spencer urges for Ricky to pay close attention to them. It is time.

             "George," utters Fred loudly. "I think we've outgrown full-time education."

             "Yeah, I've been feeling that way myself," George plays along. He shortly makes eye contact with the Ravenclaw and gives her a full-blown smile, one filled with mischief and kindness altogether toward her.

             His twin brother raises an eyebrow and asks, "Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?"

             George returns his smirk. "Definitely," he answers.

             And before Professor Umbridge could say a word, they raised their wands and simultaneously call out, "Accio Brooms!"

             About every student— except Spencer— jumps in surprise as they hear a loud crash somewhere in the distance. She grins proudly at the twin's accomplishment as their broomsticks appears in her view, chains still dangling from one of them until they reach to their rightful owners.

             "We won't be seeing you," Fred tells Professor Umbridge, swinging his leg over his broomstick.

             "Yeah, so don't bother to keep in touch," George continues, mounting his own.

             Fred looks around at the assembled students, and at the silent, watchful crowd. "If anyone fancies buying a Portable Swamp, as demonstrated upstairs, come to number ninety-three, Diagon Alley — Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes," he yells in a loud voice. "Our new premises!"

             "Special discounts to Hogwarts students who swear they're going to use our products to get rid of this old bat," adds George, pointing at Professor Umbridge.

             "STOP THEM!" shrieks Umbridge, but it is too late. As the Inquisitorial Squad closes in (apart from Morgana who continues blabbering to her two followers to help her take out the supplies from herself— except she couldn't because the twins are brilliant), Fred and George kick off from the floor, shooting fifteen feet into the air, the iron peg swinging dangerously below. Fred looks across the hall at the poltergeist bobbing on his level above the crowd.

             "Give her hell from us, Peeves," Fred utters clearly.

             And Peeves, swept his belled hat from his head and sprang to salute the twins. Instantly, around the whole student body began applauding in amazement. George and Fred flew above them for a little longer as they exclaims, "And special thanks to— well, you know who you are!"

             And the applause follows them to the open front doors where everyone watches as the twins speed out toward the glorious sunset. Spencer grins madly and claps with the rest of her peers. Ricky slowly leans toward her and whispers, "That thanks... it was to you, wasn't it?"

             Spencer sent him a subtle wink. "Don't you forget it," she answers humbly.

             (She could not help but admire their artwork that was left behind to last as a memory).

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
i tried my best trying look for a good job choice
for spencer and guys fr wizarding jobs sucks.

they actually don't and i would have loved to
work w sm like newt did but spencer isnt really
into that so i was like what does she even do/like ??
and yeah being a wizard profiler is a thing now and
i blame it on criminal minds— and that's on spencer
reid 😌

but also,,, yea ricky has a crush on theo but he's
still not trusting him ! ! i kinda hinted it last time
before everything went downhill oops

next chapter is fairly long because they're
like three hp ones combined and act one is
almost finishing 🙈 u guys are gonna hate it the
last chapter of act one ❤️