Audrey Maxwell

Audrey woke up from an exceptionally high-pitched scream that echoed through her room. She forced her eyes to open and looked at her watch. It was 8:43 A.M., way too early.

If Audrey had to put her finger on the one thing she hated the most, it would probably be waking up from Lucritia's screams on Sunday morning when she still had, Audrey took another glance at her watch, at least 26 more hours to spend in bed.

"What is it?" she asked the blond girl with a sleepy voice.

"Your horrible monster!" Lucritia screamed and pointed at the black-gray cat that stood in the corner of the room; The broken shreds of glass and the blue liquid on the floor made it seem remarkably more sinister than it usually did.

"That was my favorite crystal-ball!" whined Lucritia. Audrey took the liberty of rolling her eyes, which turned out to be a mistake for her eyes closed and it took her a great deal of effort to spring them back open.

"Lucifer, come here!" said Audrey and the cat slowly walked towards her, sending treacherous stares to Lucritia on his way. Audrey pulled out her wand from under her pillow and pulled herself to sitting position.

"Reperu," she said and pointed her wand towards the mass of glass and liquid on the floor. "I though Crystal balls are suppose to be made out of crystal," she pointed out as shreds of glass reformed the perfectly round ball they used to be mere minutes ago, and the blue liquid returned to be cloudy mist inside it. Lucritia frowned, walked out of the room and slammed the door in a feeble attempt of protest.

Audrey looked around the room she lived in for the last year. When she started her seventh year at school and moved to the sixth floor, she was amazed to see that along with Cleo, Lucritia Armandous was also appointed the same room as her. She didn't mind having the un-called-for roommate most of the time, Lucritia seemed to leave the room early in the morning and return late at night; but when they did have to interact, a thing that compelled to happen every once in a while, Audrey didn't get the urge to know Lucritia any better.

Lucritia's bed was, as usual, tidy and clean, with revolting pink flowers floating mere inches from her mattress. Cleoptica Kaspin's however, was as messy as Audrey would expect from her best friend, a title she carried from the day the two girls met almost sixteen years ago.

Audrey swung the curtains shut with a flick of her wand, tucked it back under her pillow and tried to go back to sleep. After couple of minutes' worth of vigorous struggle between her hale will to stay in her bed for the entire weekend and her unceasingly wakening consciousness, she gave up and decided to start her day after all. She gave a big yawn to shake the last remaining traces of sleep away, and with a wave of her want made the record player next to her bed kindle, and send the dissonant sound of the "Weird Sisters" to every inch of the room in full volume.

Audrey got out of bed and started singing along while she got dressed. She put on her checkered skirt, black collared shirt and robes, every now and than playing along with the music on an air guitar. She wore her shoes and went to the mirror to take a quick look at herself.

"Drop the robes," said the mirror lazily, and was barely heard behind the screen of bagpipe notes that filled the room.

Audrey shut the music down. "Not going out," she answered the mirror and started painting artistic ornaments around her left eye with a black eye-liner.

"You will go out eventually," continued the mirror, and watched as Audrey touched her face with the tip of her wand and changed the lines' color from black to blue and than to purple.

"No I won't!" said Audrey and seemed highly displeased with the purple.

"You always do," said the mirror. "And the black was better," it added and gave up on the pointless argument. "You kids will never learn."

"Oh, stop complaining," said Audrey as she finally decided on the black and left the mirror to start packing her bag, "if I'll want to go out I'll just come back here to Muggle myself; and you'll have another opportunity to mention how hideous my hair looks."

"I didn't say anything," said the mirror in a defensive tone.

"You were about to," said Audrey and took a small wooden box, some rolled pieces of parchments, her small make-up purse, a little hand mirror and all the little coins, quills, keys and other occupants of her "Little Junk Basket"; shoved them all into her black backpack and put on her shoes.

When she tucked her wand into her belt Audrey noticed a little piece of parchment blinking in bright yellow and green taped to the door.

"Mornin' Audrey

If you actually get out of bed and

happened to go to the office for

one reason or another,

do me a favor and take the little

package on my bed with ya.

I need to send it home.

Thanx baby

*kisses*

Cleo"

As Audrey finished reading the note, the parchment jumped out of her hands, turned into a pair of big red lips and kissed Audrey on her left cheek.

"I hate it when she does that," muttered Audrey to herself, and rubbed her cheek to erase the red mark that she knew for a fact wouldn't come off for a good couple of hours. She looked at Cleo's bed and tried to see if she can spot the package under the enormous mountain of books, clothes, potion tubes and Merlin knows what else.

"Accio Package," she said after she gave up trying, and the little wrapped box flew to her hands covered with a red bra. Audrey threw the bra back to the mass on Cleo's bed and shoved the package to her bag.

"You will come back," said the mirror as Audrey walked out of the room. "I will be waiting..." It's voice sounded muffled after Audrey shut the door.

"Like you have anything better to do," muttered Audrey

"What did you say?" asked a voice next to her.

Audrey looked at the voice's source and spotted Luke Crimton.

"Oh hi Luke," she said and smiled at the tall boy, now standing in front of her. "Don't forget practice tomorrow-"

"At 10:45, yeah I know."

"And you owe me-"

"A Galleon 6 Sickles and 25 knuts. You'll get it next week after I'll get some money from my mom."

"Good boy," said Audrey. "And now if you'll excuse me, I have to go to the office."

"Another detention?" asked Luke with a naughty smile.

"Not today, no." said Audrey. "They know better than to give me weekend detentions."

"Yeah, now that Tweendleaf's gone they have no one to repair the damage with mass-memory charms."

"I did wander where he disappeared to," said Audrey and seemed a bit confused for a second. She quickly shook off the thoughts about the schools principle and wished Luke a good day.

Luke was a tall skinny boy, with brown hair and brown eyes, and was a year younger than Audrey. He also happened to be one of the chasers of the school's Quiddich team of which Audrey was the captain.

Audrey got in the elevator and closed the cage door behind her. "First Floor," she said and leaned back on the wall of the old fashioned elevator, watching the sixth floor rising up and becoming a thin stripe of light before it disappeared completely, leaving room for the fifth floor to emerge from beneath. When she got to the forth floor the elevator halted, the doors opened, and Audrey found herself staring at her little sister.

"Mornin' Emma," said Audrey to the small skinny girl, that apparently found the floor to be a lot more interesting than anything else above ankle height. Emma looked up and her mildly frightened expression turned into a happy grin.

"Audrey," she said cheerfully. Audrey opened the elevator's gate and held it open so the little girl could enter. "Thank you," said Emma and smiled at her older sister.

"So, what are you up to?" asked Audrey as they descended watching the forth floor disappear.

"I'm going to do some homework with Steve," said Emma, almost apologizing.

"That Ollerton boy?" asked Audrey, and Emma nodded. "If I didn't know you better, I'd say you only hang out with him for his money sis," said Audrey and looked at Emma, whose next-to-tears expression made her mumble a small "I was just kidding!"

The elevator stopped at the third floor and a handsome wizard came in. Emma's eyes instantly plunged to the floor again.

"Maxwell," said the wizard and looked at Audrey. He moved his eyes to her kissed cheek and suppressed a laugh.

"Malfoy," said Audrey with great dislike in her voice.

"She's supposed to be your sister, right?" asked Malfoy, looking at Emma that lowered her head a bit more, when she suddenly became the topic of the conversation.

Audrey didn't answer. She just kept looking at the blond wizard, testing herself to see how long she could keep herself in her not-jinxing-the-hell-out-of-him state.

"I can see the resemblance," said Malfoy while bending over, trying to get a good look at Emma from beneath. Emma shrieked and looked at Audrey, her eyes helplessly asking her for assistance. "Can she talk?" asked Malfoy poking Emma on the shoulder.

"Don't touch her!" ordered Audrey and pushed Malfoy aside. She was now standing between the two of them.

"Ooh..." said Malfoy, his full attention springing back to Audrey, "still can't get your hands of me?" he asked in what had to be his impression of a very concerned voice.

"Malfoy, I quit my disgusting habit of not being able to take my hands off you about ten minutes after I dumped you."

"But those ten minutes were one of the best times you have ever had in your life," said Malfoy with a victorious smile, and Audrey wished she could argue that.

The elevator came to a halt on the first floor. A small group of students stood next to it, apparently wanting to come in. Malfoy stood in front of the door, blocking it so no one could come in or out.

"So what's your name?" he asked the little girl that hid behind Audrey.

"Move over Malfoy," said Audrey "or I'll be made to show you why I got black level in jinxes and you barely touch purple."

"I just want to know her name," said Malfoy

"Emma," said the little girl quietly

"What?" asked Malfoy.

"My name is Emma," she said a bit louder.

"Oh my god!" said Malfoy, sounding absolutely delighted. "She has a British accent. No wonder she never speaks," he laughed and got out of the elevator followed by Audrey and Emma. "By the way Audrey," Malfoy turned around and faced the two witches, "the principal approved the Quodpot's team request for new brooms."

"Good for you, Malfoy," said Audrey and turned the other way, starting to walk towards the office.

"We're getting Firebolts," said Malfoy as-a-matter-of-factly.

Audrey froze for a second. A big rock found its way to her throat and her eyes opened in horror. They get Firebolts?! She came back to her senses in a second and kept walking, feeling this morning just can't start any worse than that.

"See ya girl," said Audrey to Emma as they parted; Emma to the library and Audrey to the main office.

"Have a good day Audrey," said Emma with a small smile.

"Doesn't seem like I will," answered Audrey, and opened the door of the office with a loud "bang". Billedra, the school's secretary raised her eyes to look at Audrey.

"Is something wrong dear?" she asked the black haired girl with a smile and Audrey noticed that her make up was even more repugnantly colorful that usual.

"Well, yeah!" Audrey almost screamed. "How come Malfoy gets Firebolts for the whole Quodpot team, and I could barely scratch three Nimbus 2000 from you?"

"Let's just say dear," said Billedra, the smile not leaving her face, "that if the amount of money we invest in our sports teams will be proportional to the crowd that came to watch the games, you will hardly get half a Comet."

"They keep blowing them up anyway..." said Audrey, but had no hopes whatsoever to get more brooms from the school board.

"I assume you wanted something more than to complain about Dewsag Malfoy," said Billedra and looked at Audrey.

"Yeah," said Audrey and started digging up pieces of rolled parchment from her bag. She put them all, along with Cleo's package, on the wooden counter Billedra was sitting behind. "Weekend mail," she said and smiled.

Billedra took out her wand. "Wingardium Leviosa", she said, sending the parchments and the package to a little box placed on one of the shelves. When she saw Audrey had no intention of leaving the office she added a little "anything else dear?"

"Yeah," said Audrey, scanning the shelves and clearly not finding what she was looking for, "I want my bag back," she said and replaced her black stare on Billedra.

"Of course dear," said Billedra. "Accio Audrey's bag".

One of the big cabins opened and a black paper bag with a big red caption of "MUSIC SPELL" flew to her hands. "Here you go," she said and handed the bag to Audrey. Audrey, on her part, seemed like she just heard a very bad joke.

"With everything that was inside it!" she said angrily.

"It was confiscated," Billedra smiled, "and not without a reason, if I might add."

"How surprising," said Audrey, looking rather upset; but not a moment later her eyes lit up and she scanned the area for unwanted witnesses. "Your brother's getting married next week, right?" she ask Billedra with a sinister smile that suggested she was up to no good.

"Yes..." said Billedra, the smile lightly fading from her over-painted face.

"How about I'll give you my whole stock of the Wildfire Whiz-bangs in... let's say... fifty percent discount; and you give me the rest of my stuff back."

"Eighty," bargained Billedra, she too was now looking around alarmingly.

"Fifty five," said Audrey, thinking she just might lose serious money.

"Seventy."

"Sixty one, final offer!" said Audrey, now frowning slightly to Billedra's great satisfaction.

"Deal!" said Billedra and opened a locked drawer at a little cabin next to her, taking out a box labeled "Maxwell". She emptied its content on the counter, giving another worried look around.

Audrey opened her black paper bag and started sorting it all out. All of the confiscated goods belonging to her went to the bag, her brother's back to the box, and all the Wildfire Whiz-bangs to the side of the counter.

"Mine... mine... Tom's... mine... Tom's... Tom's... To-what?!" She held a colorful magazine named 'U.S. Quidditch' and stared at it. "I though you emptied those every month," she said and looked at Billedra.

"Of course we do," said Billedra and seemed almost insulted.

"So how come you have here December's issue?"

"He read it in class a week ago," explained Billedra.

"I feared that." Said Audrey and took out her wand. "Nundus," she said and pointed at the magazine. Nothing happened. "Smitherson," she tried, and again, no response. Audrey swallowed hard and seemed as if she's going to be sick "Brankovitch?" she tried, hoping that attempt would fail. But than, the colorful pages featuring smiling Quidditch players and full coverage of December's matches, glowed in white and turned into pictures of half naked witches demonstrating very interesting wand movements.

"Allow ME to confiscate that one!" said Audrey and pushed the magazine to her back pack.

"Ok," said Audrey in a business-like voice when the sorting was done with. "We have five Basic Blaze boxes, eight Galleons each; and one Deflagration Deluxe, thirty Galleons, that's seventy Galleons all together. And with your discount..." Audrey muttered something under her breath, "about 30 Galleons," she informed Billedra with a smile. Billedra shrieked.

"So maybe I'll take just one of the little boxes," she said.

"As you wish, you're the customer," said Audrey. "One basic Blaze box, eight Galleons before discount... three Galleons and two Sickles," said Audrey and put the rest of the boxes back in her bag. Billedra took out some coins from her purse and gave them to Audrey.

"Great doing business with you," said Audrey and left the office to get some breakfast, satisfied with her latest sell, completely forgetting about Dewsag Malfoy.

She took the stairs to the second floor and entered the kitchen. The time was 9:30 and Audrey wasn't surprised to see that the kitchen was loaded with young witches and wizards sitting next to the tables with pieces of toast and orange juice, talking, laughing and basically making a lot of noise.

Audrey smiled to couple of them, said "Good morning" a couple more times than what she thought to be normal in the limited space of two minutes and went to the buffet to grab a piece of apple pie and a cup of cream-loaded coffee.

She decided that the kitchen was too crammed to be considered comfortable, and took her pie and coffee to the other side of the floor to sit in the student's club. She wasn't surprised to see Cleo sitting on one of the big pillows on the floor, her face hidden behind a very big book. Cleo was a jumpy witch with short brunette hair that always seemed to be meticulously massy with the assistance of a special hair gel she brewed to herself. She got her black level in potions and chemistry on their forth year at school, and broke the schools record of the quickest and strongest muscle building potion.

"What are you doing?" asked Audrey as she grabbed a pillow and set next to Cleo.

"Looking for a good love potion," answered Cleo, not taking her eyes off the book.

"I thought the last one was fine," said Audrey, looking around to see if she can find Ninett and Brendan whose love life had been Cleo's main interest for the last two months; and made love potions her current area of expertise.

"Worn out two days ago, they had a big fight in History," said Cleo, "guess the potion wasn't strong enough to leave permanent marks."

"You're nuts," pointed Audrey out and took a sip from her coffee. Finally she spotted Brendan sitting with two other sixth years. Ninett was nowhere to be found.

"Agghhh!!" screamed Cleo in frustration and slammed the book shut. "I can't find anything stronger!" She grabbed Audrey's half eaten pie and swallowed it in one bite.

"With all the love potions you gave them they should be dead by now," said Audrey looking desirably at Cleo's mouth now chewing her precious pie.

"Exactly!" said Cleo. "They should've committed joined suicide last week!"

"Why?" asked Audrey.

"Cause I gave them the love-to-death potion."

"Isn't that like, illegal?" asked Audrey with a smile.

"Just a little," said Cleo. "And it didn't work anyway."

"Just give up," said Audrey conclusively "If they hate each other so much that no love potion can get them together for more than three weeks, maybe they were just meant to be apart."

"Don't you ever listen to me?" asked Cleo, looking at Audrey for the first time. She laughed as she saw the kiss mark on her cheek, and picked it up with the tip of her wand. She blew the kiss back to her lips and licked them. "Strawberry," she said.

"Now listen, once and for all." Cleo tucked her wand back in her back pocket and turned to Audrey. "If Brendan broke up with Ninett for good, he would start dating each and every member of his fifth year fan club." She said and pointed at Brendan and the girls dumbly smiling to him. "All of those girls, now preoccupied with trying to get Brendan's attention, will have unlimited amount of free time after he dumps them, and thereby ends their continuous interest in him. In the best case they'll use their newly acquired freedom to idolize another hunk, hopefully Malfoy," at the sound of his name Audrey sent a cold stare to Cleo. "Or not," said Cleo with a bit of a frown, "Anyway... They will only change the entire social harmony of the school I've been building for three years. At the less best case, they will quit with their pretty-wizard-mania and invest their time and efforts into a lot more significant branches of magic. That can ruin the balance of power in the market. It can do considerable damage to our income girl."

Cleo finished but it seemed like Audrey missed the grand conclusion, because she was now walking angrily towards a tall boy, with dirty-blond hair and sunglasses.

"THOMAS MAXWELL!" shouted Audrey and the boy turned around to face his big sister, along with half the other witches and wizards in the room. "What the hell is this?" she asked and fished the magazine from her bag.

She threw it at the table next to which they were both standing and gave couple of young wizards a good view of a witch dressed like a nurse that slowly took her clothes off sending kisses and winks to the drooling viewers. Tom's eyes opened widely and he took his sunglasses off, revealing black eyes identical to Audrey's.

"Audrey I can explain," he said in a terrified voice. "You didn't tell mo-"

"Brankovitch?!" asked Audrey in the same amazing volume, her face turning red, "BRANKOVITCH?!"

Tom let a little sigh escape his mouth, and thanked Merlin for his good fortune that gave him such a terrific sister; who cares more about Quiddich than him having porn magazines in his confiscated possessions. He handsomely smiled to her. "Only to confuse the enemy," he explained and put the sunglasses back on his eyes.

"Yeah right," said Audrey not convinced at all. "If dad will find out that the spell for your porn is the name of the seeker of his biggest opponent's teams it'll break his heart," said Audrey, taking the make-him-feel-ashamed course of action.

"Come on," said Tom "He's also the national team's seeker."

Audrey shook her head disapprovingly. "Just don't let him find out," she said. "And besides, Brankovitch or not, you are still my seeker and there's practice-"

"Tomorrow at 10:45, I know Audrey," he said and felt a rush of love towards his sister for letting him off so easily. That didn't stop him, of course, from showing his appreciation for shouting on him in front of the entire student's club.

"Wait a second," he said as Audrey turned to walk back to Cleo, "where did you get that magazine from?"

"Our confiscation box of course," she said as if that ought to be obvious.

"So you got your stuff back too," said Tom and gave his sister an evil smile.

It took Audrey three seconds to understand what he'd just done and mutter "Oh, I'm going to kill you" under her breath. It took the rest of the crowd couple of seconds longer to realize that Audrey had all of her confiscated merchandise back and that they can all jump on her and buy their beloved skiving lunch boxes.

Audrey dedicated the rest of the morning to endless explanations of how the wizard's mail worked, and why it will take as long as five whole days for the next stock to arrive from Diagon Ally. Yes, that's in London. Yes, that's in England for god sakes how ignorant can you be?

The entire afternoon was spent, a lot gladly from Audrey's point of view, with a large group of witches and wizards placing their orders for next month's delivery. The less fun part was convincing them that there was nothing risky in giving her half of the money in advance. She put an end to that exhausting argument by telling them that if she won't get the money now, and by now she meant the next three minutes, they can forget about anything from "Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes" until next year; because the summer vacation starts next month and she has no intentions whatsoever to see their ugly faces outside of school.

Fifteen minutes later Audrey collapsed on her bed with her wallet full of rustling coins. Cleo opened the door and picked inside.

"Well, are you coming?" she asked.

"Yeah," said Audrey, pulling herself up. She took off her robe and pulled her wand out of her belt. She snapped her fingers and her wand disappeared up her sleeve. "Let's go," she said and grabbed her bag.

"Told you you'll be going out," said the mirror as Audrey left the room, following Cleo to the elevator.

A short line of students separated Audrey and Cleo from the big foyer doors. It was Saturday night and every student in the school wanted to get out and breathe the air of New-York. When it was finally the two girls' turn to get out, the big uniformed guard at the entrance lined them up with couple more students and scanned them from top to bottom.

"Gold, go and get your robes off," he said to a young girl to Audrey's left, "I don't care how badly you hate Muggle cloths, you are not going out like that." The guard passed next to Audrey and gave her a suspicious stare.

"Having a good weekend Dave?" asked Audrey with a smile. Dave didn't respond.

"Appelbey, I can see your wand," mentioned Dave and stood still, looking at them all.

"You are now about to enter Muggle territory," he began his known speech. "Muggle territory is every place that wasn't approved by the school board to be secure for magical activity, Central Park for example." Dave gave a harsh look to Audrey. "From the moment you exit these doors you are banned from doing any kind of magic. You are not allowed to take your wand out accept for life-threatening circumstances. A car that happened to drive in a water puddle and splash on your skirt is not life threatening, Ms. Axelride." Dave gave a threatening look to one of the girls and continued. "You are not allowed to use magic at all in places without adult supervision. Actually, you are not supposed to BE in that kind of places, and we all know what I'm talking about.

"In case you have a misfortunate encounter with the Muggle police, something that shouldn't happen anyway; do not use magic, do not resist to anything they might want to do and most important of all - DO NOT USE MAGIC!"

"Dave, we've heard it a million times, can you just let us go? I'm Starving!" said Audrey and extracted her cutest smile. Dave ignored her completely and went on.

"You, in no circumstances, are to leave Manhattan, or engage in pointless fights within the area of Harlem. And Audrey, I have my eyes on you."

"Oh Dave I'm sorry," said Audrey and put her hand on his shoulder, "I just don't think of you that way." She blew him a kiss, grabbed Cleo's hand and they both ran out of Lagedibe School for development of magical talents, and into the restless streets of New-York.

"So, where are we eating?" asked Audrey when the two of them stopped running.

"I know just the place," said Cleo and smiled. Audrey looked at her suspiciously.

"Not that silly Muggle restaurant again..." she complained but knew there was no escape. Cleo looked at her with puppy eyes and Audrey, as usual, gave up. "Ok!" she said and Cleo jumped with joy. "But if you don't ask him out I'll consider it a waste of my precious time and hate you for that until tomorrow."

"I love you," said Cleo and kissed Audrey on the cheek. This time not leaving a mark.

The dinner turned out to be the exact opposite of what Audrey feared. Cleo did ask the cute Muggle out, and left Audrey all by herself as she and her new companion went to get some ice-cream.

Audrey spent the rest of the evening testing handsome self-tuning extra-volume high-quality-sound guitars, to the joy of the workers and customers of the
"Music Spell"; and purchased yet another record for her mind-blowing noise collection.

"Hi Audrey." Audrey turned around and saw Fortinne Gold, which apparently got rid of her robes and stepped out looking like a well-neglected street Muggle.

"Hi Tin," said Audrey and smiled at her fellow seventh year and partner for long nights of noise making; Audrey on her guitar and Fortinne on her drums.

"So, are you coming to the Chimaera?" asked Fortinne excitedly

"Ha? Why?" asked Audrey, surprised, "The live show's tomorrow isn't it?"

"Well, yeah," agreed Fortinne, "But Kane's bringing some incredible... mind expending potions," she whispered with a disturbingly naughty smile.

"No thanks," said Audrey coolly "I've seen Cleo make those once. Believe me; you don't want that kind of trash in your body"

"As you wish," said Fortinne and skipped away.

"Did I hear my name spoken in vain?" asked Cleo, appearing behind Audrey. Audrey looked around and faced the smiling witch.

"How did your date go?" she asked her.

"Tell you about it later" said Cleo, grabbing the black paper bag from Audrey and starting to dig in it. "My heart still goes to fast to talk about it. Why do you keep listening to that British crap?" she asked as she pulled a "Weird Sisters" record from the bag.

"It beats the British crap I have to listen to at home," said Audrey and smiled.

"If I ever dare to speak about my parents like that, my mom would jinx me bad enough to wish I was locked in a room with a million griffins. Besides, don't you have all their records already?"

"This is the new one," said Audrey and grabbed her bag dropping the record inside it. "I'm tired, you coming back to school?"

"Sure," said Cleo, "I've had my fun for tonight"

When they reached the entrance to the school Audrey was already informed about every little detail of the date with John, the cutest Muggle in the whole world. And by the time they had bid Dave good-night and got to the sixth floor, Audrey had a feeling that Cleo might actually like that guy for real, and not just because he's a cute looking male that has no idea she might slip a passion potion of some kind to his drink.

"You're going to sleep?" Cleo asked Audrey as she waved her wand at the pink flowers on Lucritia's bed, making them drop and whither.

"Yeah," said Audrey, taking off her cloths and make up and curling up inside her blanket with Lucifer. "I have practice tomorrow," she explained.

"But you haven't sent the orders yet" said Cleo looking at the unfilled order form of the "Weasly's Wizarding Wheezes".

"I'll do it tomorrow," said Audrey, already half asleep. "Good night girl," she said, threw Lucifer out of her bed and fell asleep.

When she was a long way into her second dream the hand mirror in Audrey's bag lit up, and the face of a handsome boy framed with flaming red hair appeared on the magical glass.

"Audrey? Are you awake?" asked Fred.

Considering the fact that he got no reply what so ever, and that all he could see was the black darkness inside of Audrey's bag; he gave up the attempt and the mirror turned back to it's normal inactive state. Audrey, surprisingly enough, stayed fast asleep.