[Library] The Mission

[Brooke Kennedy]

“Damn it, i’ve forgotten the hex in all this excitement!” Brooke whispered into Bryn’s cheek, as the twins were seemingly stuffed under a heavy what seemed to be oak table that was covered with dust, even underneath. For how long it had been abandoned in the corner of the restricted section, Brooke wasn’t sure, but for dust to have settled underneath, never mind cobwebs and forgotten broken pencils, but by the state of it, it hadn’t been cared for in centuries.

On her knees and grabbing onto the table leg trying to keep her back from snapping due to the pressure of simply how low the table was, and the position it had put her in, she put her wand down her sleeve before peering her head out from under the dark blue and gold tablecloth that was partially draped over the oak. Quickly peering round, she saw footsteps before she ducked her head back in for a second until the coast was clear. Breathing in a big breath so her lungs were at full capacity, not like she was going to lose out on air anytime soon, she stuck her head out again, scanned the lower shelf of the bookcase for a hexes & pranks book, and began to pull it out. The book was extremely large, and Brooke had no idea someone had made an entire book of pranks and every hex you could think of until she overheard a pair of slytherin brats before potions class that they were going to steal it, well, borrow it.

“Shaun got the info from his brother, George. I swear, there is a big book of hexes in the restricted section, perfect for getting on some Gryffindorks nerves aye?” the slytherin cackled to his friend. As Brooke was round the corner, she listened intentely as their plan unfolded.
“We’ll nab it on Friday. Don’t tell anyone, right?”
“Right”

Hearing footsteps, Brooke jolted and pretending she was walking past them, giving the Slytherin pair an evil eye back as they crossed paths, she clung onto her books that were nuzzled into her chest. As they passed, she smirked to herself and as soon as she was out of sight, bolted to find Bryn.
So here she was, a day later, and a day earlier than what the Slytherins had planned to abduct the book for themselves. The plan was ingenious, and even just the thought of breaking them down by stealing their plans for the book was one over on them, but the fact the book was full of ammunition against them was even better. The plan was simply brilliant.

“Oww, Bryn, that was my rib! Watch where your poking with your wand will you?” she whispered slightly after the sharp pain dug into her side. The pain soon passed and she guessed he had removed the object from in between her ribcage before she continued pulling at the book to get it to escape the confinement of the other books pushed up against it.
“Almost there” she said, grasping the book harder as it began to fall from its spot. Dropping suddenly with a thud on the floor, Brooke’s eyes widened as she slid it with ease towards herself. Peering out of a small hole in the cloth she saw a few faces in the library look towards the restricted section, but soon put their attention back to their books. They probably thought it was one of the occult books trying their luck at enticing one of the younger students to open it.

“That was a bit close” she said puffing air up so it blew her now messy hair from her eyes. It was hard work trying to keep your hair nice while crawling under a table and a tablecloth making it static.

[Bryn Kennedy]

As the two sat rather uncomfortably underneath the dusty table in the Restricted Section, dust began to get up Bryn's nose and he had to push down on his nose to stop himself from sneezing. "Accio book." Bryn whispered back, of all the things they could have done, they chose to be sat under a dusty table. Though he knew full well it would be worth it in the end, afterall, this was a book of pranks and unforgettable hex's they could cast on the Slytherins.

Even though Bryn had just told his sister the charm, she still seemed intent on making life difficult for herself and proceeded to try to get the book without any wand assistance. Bryn kept a hold of her, trying to make sure she didnt fall and make a noise, to be caught in the restricted section after all their efforts and plans to actually get here, and have to leave without the book would not make Bryn happy. "Careful Brooke!" Bryn hissed quietly, looking out from underneath the table, only partially hidden by a drape, he could see the Ravenclaw's studying, really, it should have been what Bryn was doing, but seeing as how he hated studying, he would do anything to get out of it, so this was the alternative.

It had begun last night, Bryn had been sat at a table in the Gryffindor Common Room, trying and failing to get through his Potions essay, complete nightmare when an exciteable Brooke came dashing in, plonked herself hapharzardly on the table, literally and shoving Bryns work aside telling him that he would rather hear what she had to say than do his potions work. Truth, he would rather kiss a flobberworm than do his potions work. Leaning back on his chair, Bryn had placed his hands lazily behind his head and raised an eyebrow as she began to waffle about a book of hexes, Slytherins wanting it and some other phrases he hadnt quite managed to catch. The two, after careful planning, had found themselves here, apparently a day before the Slytherins, trying to get the book the Slytherins seemed to want.

Score one for Gryffindor!

"Well it is cramped underneath here, Brooke!" Bryn defended himself with a whisper, "Its not my fault we can barely move." Though Bryn put his wand up his sleeve like Brooke had done with hers and held onto her once more. Bryn was watching the book carefully and no matter how many times he told himself that everything would be fine, they wouldnt get caught, Bryn couldnt help but have a nasty feeling about something.
Almost as if on cue, the book fell away from both the shelf, and Brooke's grip. Quickly pulling Brooke back underneath the table so the drape hid her as the book landed with a rather nasty thud. Taking a couple of deep breaths, Bryn peered his head out from underneath the table to make sure nobody was coming. Thankfully, it seemed as though people thought it was another book trying to escape the restricted section. Afterall, some of those books were chained up and flapping all around them. Some even yelled if you opened them, some were just plain nasty.

"A bit?" Bryn added sarcastically, "Hurry up and grab the book and lets be gone!"

[Brooke Kennedy]

It took all her strength to pull the book towards her as it had fallen to the ground. The book was awkward and inexcusably large to be able to carry it around with ease. It chuckled Brooke slightly as she began to think of the slytherins faces when they went through the motions the twins had just done, but to not get their prize at the end, and sure enough get caught. It was a miracle that Bryn and Brooke hadn’t got caught yet, as Offley the Librarian seemed to have her hunter dog nose out and walk around the library when Brooke’s face appeared in it. Offley was always weary of Brooke as she liked to tease her so much. The poor woman was just too easy to play pranks on, and Brooke secretly hoped one day the petite woman would stand up to her and grow a backbone. Heavens she needed to, she was such a pushover.

Muffling the giggle by biting her lip, she knew if she turned around to look at Bryn that it would surely escape and then they would be in trouble for sure. Heck, what they were doing would surely warrant expulsion from Hogwarts. Brooke was just glad that Professor Vance wasn’t the librarian, nobody would ever be allowed in there! Poor Ravenclaws would be going out of their abnormally large minds.

Taking a moment to compose herself, she looked around and was about to crawl from under the table and behind a bookcase before she caught sight of the now empty slot on the shelf in where the book once lay. Pausing with fright, she realised a crucial part of the plan.
“Oh Troll snot! Bryn, we need to somehow copy the book, but not the hexes inside, so it looks like the original book is still the-“ she cut herself short as she realised what she needed to do. Flicking her arm, her wand appeared from down her sleeve and she grabbed it before it fell to the floor. Placing it in between her teeth, she looked at her twin with a glint in her eye, and she knew he probably knew what she was thinking. They were twins afterall! Pulling the cover of the book with strength she ripped it separate from the rest of the bound book.
Holding the cover, she grabbed her wand.

“Geminio” she cast and the book seemed to split into two, and now two covers were in her hand. Grinning like a Cheshire cat at the fact the plan was coming together, she looked around, and found a book the same size as the Hexes one, summoning it, she placed the new cover onto it and quickly pushed it back into the empty slot.
“Right, lets go!” she said, sliding the book back out from the table, and herself after it.

“Bryn, wait” she said, as he appeared after her from under the table. Holding her arm out in front of him to stop him going a step further, she stood in silence for a minute.
“We need to hide the book, or at least charm it or something. I mean, if we just walk out of the restricted section and into the library with this, Offley has radar senses, she’ll probably come out and just looking at me in the Library, she knows something fishy is going on” she gulped.

[Bryn Kennedy]

While Brooke was trying to grasp the book back, Bryn had appointed himself to sentry duty, watching with pale grey eyes, narrowed and wary, the nearest group of people, which were the studious Ravenclaws. Though, something purple and swift moved out of the corner of his eye, ducking, even though Brooke was nearly on the book, Bryn grabbed her waist and pulled her back underneath the table, whispering into her ear, "Offley alert!" He knew that Offley didnt much like Brooke, and he suspected she wasnt particulary keen on Bryn either, what for his nonchalent attitude towards books, and his keen want for never studying, between the two, he was sure Offley was just waiting for some reason to ban them from the library. Not that it would bother Bryn, in fact he would use it as an excuse to never have to do another Potions essay in his life. Letting go of Brooke once the coast was clear, he watched as she managed to get a grip on it, sitting now under the dusty table, legs crossed and looking down at the large leather clad book. Well how on earth would they pull this one off? Getting in without a book, easy. Getting out with a book, not so.

Bryn furrowed his eyebrow, he could see Brooke biting her lip and knew she was going to laugh. For once, Bryn was sensible, he didnt say anything, or do anything to make Brooke laugh. Bryn knew as well as Brooke did, if they were caught here they would be done for, certainly their folks wouldnt be too proud of them, but they knew what Bryn and Brooke were like. Their father even suggested sending Bryn to Durmstrang and Brooke to Beauxbatons. Once Bryn and Brooke found out, they hit the roof and refused to go to seperate schools, so alas, their parents caved. Bryn and Brooke won again.

"Troll snot?" Bryn frowned, "What does troll snot have to do with anything?"
Of course Bryn wasnt being serious, though as he was about to suggest what to do, Brooke had already begun doing it. The twins, though not identical, shared identical minds and it was easy to tell what the other was thinking. Crawling to the front of the table, poking his head out from underneath the drape, he began sentry duty again, watching the Ravenclaws argue about which Rune was which and what meaning they had. Bah. They had lost Bryn already, completley confused, so shaking his head, he re-entered the underneath of the table.
"Brooke can we hurry up," He asked, "You know I dont like to be around the Library for too long, I might catch the study-bug!"

Finally, once she had finished he slid out from under the table after her. Though when she told him to wait he could have kicked something. "We have to do what now?" He questioned, then began to look around. Taking the book off Brooke, he went around the corner, stood on the shelves and placed it right at the back. Putting a small charm on it so it couldnt be accio'd, though Bryn hated lessons, he was a dab hand at Charms. Getting down and dusting himself off, Bryn smirked and raised a thumb in triump, "Put it up there," He said, pointing, "Put a charm on it too, so no Slytherin or anyone, even us, cant Accio it." Shivering, he added, "Now can we go?"

[Cairo Blackwell]

Funny that a Slytherin should stumble across this scene, strange that it may be. But Cairo was more of the target for her housemates, not a comrade. Just this morning, for the third time this week, they lit her bedsheets on fire. When she was still sleeping in them. Be that as it may, it was a good thing she slept light, or else she might have really gotten hurt. Anyhow, Ella, one of the only other Snake-hating people she knew that hung out with other houses rather than their own, was no where in sight, so the gaggle of Slytherins had free reign over her torment level, and boy did it soar high.

Slightly singed, the girl new to Hogwarts tugged on some clothes after dousing her bed with water, contemplating lighting her robes on fire herself. Why did she have to end up in Slytherin anyway? She hated wearing her robes, everyone treated her like something disgusting at the bottom of their shoe. Which was why she wore a cream sweater and black jeans today, instead of the house colours. She had just got here, they didn't even know her! Now Cairo knew why she transfered out in the first place from Hogwarts, if only she had realised that before transfering back.

After wandering the halls and becoming quite lost, Cairo all but fell into the library, dusting herself off and pretending she had meant to get here and.. Find a book to read. Slipping between the isles she noticed a pair of people who looked a little shifty, as if they had trouble up their sleeves. Drawing closer, she was about to say hello when a stinging bolt was thrown from behind, hitting her in the back and causing her to topple forward near the two. "Ah!" She grimaced as part of her sweater burnt away and fell to the floor. Luckily she still had enough cover to conceal anything private, but still, the skin on her back was pretty bloody. Whatever that jinx was, it was painful, and shouldn't be allowed. One of the Slytherins from the common room had followed her here. "Can you just leave me alone, please?" She moaned from the floor, wrists still recovering from where they chained her to the dungeon walls a few days ago. How embarrassing, to have those two people see her fall and get scorched like this. "Claw lover." The Slytherin sneered, "Blood traitor. Hanging out with them."

[Brooke Kennedy]

Panicking a little at the fact they hadn’t planned this far, Brooke didn’t seem to breathe for a while. Her words caught in her throat and she was sure if she tried to speak, it would come out as a high pitched noise that only bats could hear, and Miss Offley Marsh of course.
As her eyes darted around, stood with dirt covering the entire front of her skirt, knees and knee length socks, her mouth wide open as if she was catching flies, she just stood frozen, unsure of what to do. She was grateful when Bryn took the heavy weight from her arms that were the only thing weighing her down slowly. She hadn’t noticed before but due to the weight of the book, she had been bending forward slightly for every second she stalled. Pinging back as the weight left her, she focused back onto Bryn and watched as he put a charm on the book. Her ears were not listening however, so she chose to watch his mouth movements instead.

“Alright” she said, giving a small smile before taking a big step to behind the next set of bookcases. There was a clear view of the library now and especially Offley’s office. This was crunch time, and this time, if any, was the time they would get caught coming out of the restricted section. For saying Brooke liked adventure and mischief, she sure did panic when in certain situations. It was like the last time she had a run in with Offley, she had been just hanging out getting a few Potions tips from Beckii and Lexie when she had knocked Beckii’s ink pot into the restricted section, and of course Offley came along at the wrong time when Brooke had dived into the area to retrieve the pot. Of course, the Librarian being herself, started ranting at Brooke saying she was being disrespectful to her and the books and that she was disturbing the peace. The woman went on as if Brooke had declared war or something, but she had failed to notice the big puddle of ink in which Brooke tried to point out numerous times. A moment later, Offley wandered into the restricted area and fell over in the puddle of ink. She shot Brooke a fierce look, only to be greeted with raised eyebrows and an ‘I told you so’ face by Brooke. That woman had a serious problem with Brooke, but she started it.

As Brooke peered out from between the books, she saw a Slytherin approaching. Now, Being Brooke, she knew pretty much every slytherin as she had run-ins with all of them almost. Heck, she’d had a hell of a lot of fights with them too. At sight of the girl, her pretty face turned instantely and scrunched up into hatred. She muttered under her breath something about ‘vile slytherins, always testing me’ and some swear words. As someone hit her in the chest with a rather nasty hex, she looked behind her to see if it was Bryn. Unfortunately it wasn’t, and her face turned to disappointment. Pouting slightly, she looked around to see the coast was clear before she slid out from the bookcases and out of the restricted section. As the slytherin was on her path out of the library, she walked towards her.

“Are they picking on you?” she asked, with one raised eyebrow as she picked up some books from the nearest shelf to make it look like she was studying. Of course this little slytherin was a good decoy for their little mission, and the books were just backup for if Offley came by.

[Bryn Kennedy]

Adventure.

What came to your mind when you heard that word? Testing the Slytherins? Roaming into the Dungeons, Squirting Ink at Professor Vance when he wasnt looking or trying to coax the Squid from the lake? Maybe something completley different, but Bryn was willing to bet stealing a book never came to your mind. However, this was Bryn and Brooke, and everyone who knew them knew their minds worked in the strangest of ways and this couldnt be helped at all. One was bad enough, but have both of them together and it was unlikely you could keep up, however, Bryn never got tired of seeing people try.
If they waited here much longer, Offley was bound to find them, and in Bryns opinion, Disincluding Vance, Offley had the next terrible temper. His grey eyes darting around the restricted section, and the non restricted area of the Library, Bryn began to wander forward, however, Offley came out of her office and Bryn had to usher himself, and Brooke back to the shelves, where they would remain hidden. Placing a finger over his lips in a 'shh' like manner as the clapping of heels drew closer, sure enough, Offley walked past them in the restricted section, Bryn, daring not even to breathe, waited until she returned to her office to let out the breath he had been holding.

Like his sister, Bryn wasnt exactly fond of Slytherins, but he would never judge on house, only by persona. That was probably the major difference between Bryn and Brooke, where Brooke liked to label all Slytherins as arrogant and a few choice swear words, Bryn preffered not to, however, he knew the ones who were 'true Slytherins' as they liked to call themselves and knew the name of the self proclaimed Queen of Slytherin too, Erys Grace. Not one Bryn really liked to socialise with and usually if he ever saw her, he would act as though he was busy, rather than engage in any form of conversation.

As they managed to escape the Restricted Section without being caught, Bryn too noticed the Slytherin and the attack. Surprised it wasnt Brooke who cast it, she was usually a 'attack first, ask questions later' girl when it came to the Slytherins. Bryn raised his left eyebrow and tried to look behind the girl to see who it was, but whoever fired it ran off, though he caught the distinct flash of Slytherin colours. He had heard some turned on their own kind, but he had never witnessed it. As the two walked over to the bookshelf, Brooke seemed more interested in using her as a decoy, Bryn however, knew she wasnt like typical Slytherins. He didnt know how he just did. "Brooke" He warned as he turned to the Slytherin, taking off his jacket he placed it around her shoulders, providing her body with more cover than the charred remains of her sweater was doing. Helping the girl stand, he looked towards his sister and raised his eyebrows. Brooke still simmering through the books, like she actually gave a hoot for studying.

"Are you alright Miss?" He asked and gave her a smile. "Lemme guess, not very friendly with the Slytherin kind eh?"

[Cairo Blackwell]

"Are they picking on you?"

She heard the nearby girl ask, and Cairo resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Someone was possibly hurt right infront of her, and she was looking at books? Goodness, and they thought Slytherin's were the mean ones. Still though, she couldn't blame her, they were obviously trying to remain inconspicuous for something. What that was exactly, she wasn't about to ask at the moment. "No, we're the best of friends." She grimaced, eyes widening a little more at the feeling of weight being placed on her shoulders. The boy had been kind enough to provide her with more privacy with his jacket. "Thanks." She murmured wearily, wondering how huge a chunk was missing from her sweater. By the smell of burnt fiber, there didn't appear much chance of saving it. Seeing his smile, she flashed a hesitant, albeit grateful one back. "I'm alright, I think." She nodded her head to his next question, "You could say that. I prefer people with morals and a sense of humor." Rubbing a black patch of powder on her wrist, the Slytherin wondered for a brief moment if they were planning on doing something to her too, but they didn't seem like the type to blindside someone who didn't swing with the Snake crowd. Despite them being in the same house, and all.

"My name's Cairo. I'm still pretty new here, then again, that hasn't stopped them from, you know, that." She introduced herself with a weak smile, verbally gesturing at the little incident that had occured only minutes before. So far shes been lit on fire while sleeping, chained to the dungeon walls, cursed from behind, blindfolded and tossed into the lake.. Something odd always seemed to happen to her. Nothing life-threatening, just really strange, and at times funny, things. Arching an eyebrow, Cairo's large eyes hovered over their shoulder, and she wondered what they had been doing prior to witnessing her little accident of sorts. Something shifty, perhaps? If it had anything to do with terrorizing those Snakes, she was all for it.

[Brooke Kennedy]

By the look on the Slytherin’s face, she was genuinely upset by what the other snakes had done to her. A sort of inward fight battled out between Brooke inside, as if her heart was saying to pity the girl but her head was ignoring all senses and saying she was just as bad as the rest of them. Usually Brooke followed her head before the other organ of choice and so far, it had done her wonders, but this girl seemed a little different. However different she was, Brooke still had that feeling of the girl’s true motives being evil, and wondered why she would of been placed in slytherin unless she indeed had at least a one slytherin trait. It just so happened that all the slytherins traits were a choice of evil, evil and more evil. Clutching onto the books still, standing in front of the girl as her more than gentlemanly brother gave her back her dignity, Brooke just watched and raised an eyebrow in thought. Her finger reached her mouth and she began to tap her lips gently, trying to puzzle the pieces of the girl together.

“So tell me, if you’re not all bad, then why is it you’re in Slytherin?” she questioned with an authoritive tone. Studying the girls face within a blink of an eye, the girl had the sort of ‘little girl lost’ look about her, like she was fragile and petite. Her large eyes showed sadness, but Brooke thought all Slytherin eyes did. She always confused sadness with torment. As she listened to the girl talk, she sighed albeit quite loudly, and pulled up a chair before plonking herself down on it. She wasn’t trying to be rude, but with a record history of slytherins that Brooke had, she couldn’t help but be weary and hold a dislike towards them.

“Cairo, isn’t that in Egypt?!” she said, almost giving a small outburst of a laugh. The name was pretty, sort of, but was a very unusual one. She asked, her just after the girl began to look over her shoulder at where the welsh twins just appeared from. Panicking a little, she took a deep breath in attempt to calm herself down and not let the enemy in on their little secret...At least not yet.

Hearing a few giggles from behind Cairo, she twisted herself to look behind her, seeing the culprits of the hex. She couldn’t help but give them one back. Casting the bat bogey hex at the one in front, the spell flew across the room and hit the bully. Soon he paused, wondering where the hex had come from, and bogeys began to enlarge from his nostrils, plop out and began attacking his head. He soon ran from the Library entrance screaming and flinging his arms about his head. Brooke couldn’t help but give a loud laugh before covering her mouth with her hand and looking back at Bryn and Cairo, giving Bryn a high five.

“Score one for Gryffindor!”

[Bryn Kennedy]

It was common knowledge Brooke was not friendly with Slytherins until they proved themselves, neither was Bryn usually but he had just seen this girl be set on fire by a bunch of supposed dorm mates and Bryn knew Slytherins would not set their own on fire without a reason. "Well that is easy to see," Bryn smiled at her, brushing a strand of hair from her face before looking up at his sister who was biting once again. Seriously did she ever do anything but bite? "Brooke!" Bryn snipped, "Questions later, even if she is a Slytherin, she needs to go to the Hospital wing so can you please give me a hand here?"

Bryn stood up, feeling a little lost without his jacket, that leather jacket he had placed on Cairo was like Bryns trade mark, he never left the common room without it and to not have it on his person was, well he felt naked. But he knew Cairo was closer to the nakedness then Bryn and so she needed it more than he did right now. "Cairo huh?" He asked, rolling the name around in his mouth, the Welsh accent of Bryns made it sound a little strange, came out more like 'caroh.' "Names Bryn Kennedy," He pointed to himself, "Thats my wayward sister Brooke."

As Bryn was about to say something, he looked around in time to see the Slytherins were back, Brooke hit one with a rather nasty bat bogey hex. Bryn stood infront of Cairo, narrowed his eyes and said, "Unless you want a good ass kicking you better get lost." Pulling his wand out of his pocket, he aimed it at the Slytherins who seemed to get the idea its not a good idea to test the Gryffindors, especially when they were proctecting someone. Turning to Brooke, he high fived her and laughed.

"Slytherins wont beat us!" Looking at Cairo he offered her his hand to help her up, "You'll be alright, if you need help seek us out, Im sure Brooke wont mind hexing more of them."

[Cairo Blackwell]

"Its alright, I can answer them, no troubles." She smiled with a small wave of her hand. The girl appeared to be engaged in a mental battle with herself, whether to judge Cairo or not. Was she evil, or wasn't she? For god's sake, she was just new. Pursing her lips, she shook her head at the question. "I have no idea why I was put in this stupid house. It might have something to do with my real parents, but other than that hunch, I have nothing to work with." She was adopted of course, by a family centered around the Ravenclaw way of life, personality, and such, so they were also shocked to know that their pretty, kind daughter had landed in such a foul house. "..isn't that in Egypt?" The girl, who she know new was Brooke thanks to her brother's introduction, she nodded her head pleasantly. "I wasn't given a name by my real mother, but my adopted family really loved Egypt. I've lived there a large portion of my life, actually." Her voice was light and calm, smiling.

As Brooke turned and flung a hex at someone and Bryn stood infront of her, Cairo peered around him to see who it was, and caught sight of the Snakes who had hit her before. Narrowing her eyes, tempted to withdraw her own wand and hit them back, a first feeling of revenge on her part mind you, she watched as they successfully scared the Slytherins off, a pleasantly surprised smile on her face. No one had ever done that before. "..Thanks." She smiled widely, her large eyes bright. Accepting his hand as he helped her up, the Slytherin couldn't hide the wave of relief that crashed over her that they hadn't turned on her, too. Bryn was nice, and so was his sister she guessed, but Brooke seemed extremely wary around her.

The jacket felt so foreign and heavy on her shoulders. Cairo didn't want to take it off, though, it gave her more cover, and it was an outward sign that she wasn't completely doomed at this school for friendships. They might learn to trust her in time, right? So would she. "Really though, I think I just need a shirt, I don't think I'm hurt." She protested, knowing he might begin to usher her out and towards the Hospital Wing.

[Brooke Kennedy]

Brooke sat there and rolled her eyes mentally in her mind. Sighing quietly again, she wasn't really buying this whole 'rabbit caught in the headlights' and 'victim' look this girl was pulling off. Of course she looked the sort to bully, all delicate and all, but people were not always what they seemed. Brooke knew that first hand, and she herself wasn't all she was cracked up to be. Looking at her you'd think she was a clever student, all naive and helpless, but when you got to know her, you'd find Brooke was the total opposite of how her look portrayed her to be.

As the girl said she would answer the questions, Brooke listened in more fully, glad the girl had not mentioned anything about the restricted section yet. She knew Bryn would probably let her in on the secret, and that would anger Brooke if he did, but Bryn was more forgiving and sharing than Brooke was. Brooke took a little longer to forgive people than her twin, mostly that was a bad trait of hers, but boy did she rub it in Bryn's face if she was right for being distrustful of someone.

Hexinh anybody was fun, and it just so happened the slytherins walked back into the library, so what else would Brooke do that teach them a lesson just for being slytherin? That was mostly why she did it, or at least she told herself that. There was a part of her that did it to get them back for hurting the poor little blonde. Brooke couldn't stand to see anyone getting picked on, unless she was doing it to slytherins of course. She would never hex younger years unless they started it though, just another rule in Brooke's book of 'Hex or not to hex'.

Standing up, she hooked an arm around the slytherins shoulder, the other side of Bryn and twirled her round to face the entrance of the library.
"We better go get you a shirt then hadn't we?"