"We didn't make a sound. We put the sack over Flint while we were under the Disillusionment Charm."
"Women's clothes?" Gabriel shook his head. "How could that have been us?"
"We only gave Flint a little Draught of Living Death, hoping he'd miss the match. It was just my first time doing it, and I didn't get the dose right, so Flint woke up so early."
"But that doesn't matter. The match is over, and the result was good. He still missed it."
After Su Er and Hermione took the unconscious Neville to the Hospital Wing, they parted on the Second Floor.
He had only just climbed out of the barrel passage when he heard Prefect Gabriel holding forth in the common room with a glass of Pumpkin Juice in his hand.
The prefect wasn't the one who put him in women's clothes? Su Er wondered.
"Anyway, Flint probably won't have time to bother us for a while." Gabriel smugly blew on the steam rising from his glass.
"I heard Snape gave him two months' detention. He'll probably be dealing with frog guts in the Potions Room until the end of term."
With their revenge thoroughly complete, the little Hufflepuff badgers dropped their avenger act over the next few days and went back to lazing around.
Professor Sprout seemed to be in a better mood too. During Gabriel's detention, his head of house would even give him a box of Coconut Ice after his work.
In short, everything seemed to have returned to the peace and harmony of the start of term. Oh, that was only for Hufflepuff, of course. For Flint, the Slytherin captain, life was not nearly so pleasant.
Many people, especially the Gryffindors, particularly enjoyed calling him by his new nickname-Miss Flint.
Miss Flint was furious. Every