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- the arctic monkeys

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The trio fell asleep about half-way through Return of the Jedi. The next morning they woke up completely entangled in each other on the double bed; Nitara's hand somehow ended up on Cedric's forehead, smacking him awake with a groan. Priscilla was curled up in a ball on the other side of him, Vader nested comfortably on top of her head.

Once they were up and dressed, Nitara sent the TV and the Star Wars tapes back to her parent's house, and they watched it float off into the sky towards Manchester together.

"I'm so dead," Nitara mumbled.

Cedric nudged her with a smile. "It was worth it, I really like those muggle movies!"

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They were all napping comfortably in their compartment later that day on the way to school, Vader included. It seems all this kitten wanted to do was eat and sleep, but every so often he would start swatting at someone's shoelace and get in a playful mood.

Nitara's head was rested comfortably in Cedric's lap, and his hand was rested on her shoulder. His head was tilted up and his mouth was hanging open as he snored.

The door slid open quietly, startling Priscilla awake a bit. She wiped the drool off of her chin as she looked up groggily to see her boyfriend smiling down at her. She was still wearing his quidditch jersey, which made something flip in his gut at the sight of it. "Who's this then?" he said as the little kitten padded over to him, purring and walking through his legs.

"That's Vader," Priscilla replied, standing up with a stretch. The kitten moseyed its way over to the two snoring Hufflepuffs, curling up against Nitara. 

"Funny name, I'm sure there's a story behind it," Fred mused.

Priscilla chuckled. "You have no idea."

Fred motioned her to follow him and she did, closing the door behind her softly to not wake up her friends. As they walked hand in hand, Priscilla gave a quick summary of Vader's origins, from his name and how he got her.

They made it to the back of the train and Fred led her into an empty compartment. Once they were inside, he closed the curtains behind them and turned to her with a mischievous grin.

"Impatient, are we?" she joked. 

He sat down on the compartment seat and smirked at her. "Come have a seat," he joked, patting his leg.

She did as she was told, straddling him on either side just how he liked. She held his hands to stop them from wandering anywhere before he got the chance. "Really? On a train?"

"You look hot in my jersey," he shrugged, tipping his head up and leaning closer. 

Cilla was in a mood to tease, so she leaned back before their lips could meet. She ran a finger along his bottom lip seductively and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Good things come to those who wait," she breathed, sending shivers down his spine. She continued further down to pepper kisses along his jawline, then sloppier ones down his neck, sucking a bit. A small moan escaped his lips, making her heart flutter.

He tried to break his hands out of her grip, but she shoved them back against the compartment seat. "Be good for me," she whispered, biting down on the tender skin of his neck a little harder.

There was some shouting and rustling outside the compartment, but Priscilla didn't care. She continued her work on his neck, lowering her bottom even further onto his lap, sending sparks shooting through Fred's body.

"WHERE IS SHE?"

The door slammed open abruptly, and Draco Malfoy, red in the face, stood at the entrance. Fred jolted up, but Priscilla pushed him back down and glared at the boy in front of him. His rage forgotten and his eyes were wide at the sight of Priscilla straddling the Weasley boy.

"I'm a bit busy, Malfoy," she deadpanned, making Fred chuckle.

"Y-You'll be sorry for the Yule Ball, Roberts. Mark me," he threatened.

She chuckled and resumed kissing Fred on the neck. "That's likely. Shut the door."

Draco sputtered and slammed the door shut, red in the face.

"What the hell-" Fred was shut up by Priscilla kissing him hard on the mouth, her tongue running along his bottom lip.

"Forget him. Be good and lock the door for me," she whispered against his lips, and he jolted up and did as he was told, already forgetting about the angry Slytherin that interrupted them moments ago.

When he turned back around, his jersey was on the floor at his feet.

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Later that night, Priscilla studied by the window in the Slytherin common room. She knew she should've studied more during the holiday break, but the time got away from her and she had too much fun with her friends. It was quite an awful predicament to be in because she wanted to do well and catch up to the N.E.W.T. level like the rest of her classmates, but she screwed herself over by waiting until the last minute to study for her O.W.L. midterms.

It was decided when she enrolled in Hogwarts that she would retake her O.W.L's to be sure that she would be up to speed with the curriculum, as it varied from what she studied at Ilvermorny. So far, so as to not be separated from the rest of the year, she has been taking N.E.W.T. classes but given O.W.L-level assignments as well to catch up where she needed to.

The twins had tutored her in potions, so she didn't feel too worried on that front. Cassius and Adrian would be down any minute to help her cover a couple more things in Transfiguration, so for now, she bore over her History of Magic textbook so she didn't lose her only class with Nitara, as her schedule was subject to change based on her exam results.

The only classes she had absolute confidence in were Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts. Maybe it was her Auror, Wampus blood, but she felt completely in her element in those classes. The lessons she had been taking with Cedric really paid off, and the encouragement of her wandless magic by Professor Moody in class helped her cast spells she had never been able to at Ilvermorny without a wand.

Vader was napping on her shoulder as he usually tends to. Nobody really took notice of the little black cat other than Adrian and Cassius when she bumped into them briefly on the train. Apparently, they had a lot of catching up to do.

She zoned out, looking out into the waters of the Black Lake. In the distance of the murky water, she could see a handful of mermaids talking amongst each other and looking back at the castle.

"Roberts," someone spat behind her. She could feel Vader jolt awake from where he sat on her shoulder with a faint meow.

She turned around to see Draco and his two henchmen at his side. She huffed and crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair. "What is it, Malfoy?"

"We're going to make you pay for that stunt at the Yule Ball, mudblood," he said confidently.

"Is that so? And how will you go about doing that?" she snapped.

He leaned closer with a foul scowl. "You said not to mess with your stupid little friends. You never said anything about messing with you, and unless you'd like to keep your place at this pathetic school, I suggest you do as I say."

"And how, pre tell, can you blackmail me with that? All we ever did is kiss, Draco," she said, growing annoyed with the conversation.

"You nailed his best suit with paint! I saw it!" Crabbe accused.

"You have no proof of that, we weren't the only ones in that hallway," Priscilla droned, closing her books unamused. She got up from her table and Vader let out a foul hiss in the boy's direction. "Threaten me all you want, but you have no power over me."

"We'll see about that," Malfoy countered as she walked up to her dorm, not daring to look back. His father has pulled some incredible strings before... but surely he wouldn't over a stunt so ridiculous as kissing a muggle-born. Right?

A/N: So this the part where I realize I've been writing their curriculum as if they were in 5th year this entire time. I'm in SHAMBLES, so forgive the tomfoolery on my part this whole time. I hope I fixed it up in this chapter.