Jack was walking back from Zonko's in Hogsmeade, a small bag of goodies in her hand. She did not need much this trip, just some general supplies she had been running low on. A few dungbombs, a new Fanged Frisbee to make up for hers, which now only lethargically growled in between yawns. It was nothing special.
She dodged into a shop and returned with a large soda. She needed the caffeine and sugar to basically function. She slurped it noisily and then veered towards a bench. She sat down and opened her bag, deftly catching the frisbee and turning it over in her hands as she inspected it, as she demanded the best out of her pranking implements.
This year, she planned to raise a little hell. It was her last year and the Order was gone. It was up to the students she felt. Drive out the Death Eaters from Hogwarts, or at least frustrate them into mistake...And to do so she would need to be in tip top shape...and have a few successors. She already had Desmond and, even though she needed to discuss it with him, probably Keith. But it was not enough...
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