"This is going to have to be black, we can't let anyone find out about this till we're ready to make an arrest. Hell, we build a big enough case and I think I can convince Narcissa to abandon the bastard to his fate."
"She always did have a knack for moving at just the right time to avoid being spattered in Potions class," Arthur laughed.
"Remember when Molly blew up that cauldron and turned everything in the room pink?" Amelia giggled. "That was one of the more amusing accidents I remember her making."
"Uh . . . promise to keep this between us?" Arthur asked.
"I promise," Amelia agreed.
"Molly didn't have any accidents in Potions, in fact she got an O in potions on her NEWTS."
"So she?"
"Whenever she got bored or had a score to settle," Arthur agreed.
"I never would have expected that from her. She always seemed so prim and proper."
"That's just what's on the surface. Do a bit of digging and you'll find the real Molly, the one that dosed me with a love potion to get me to notice her."
"She didn't," Amelia gasped.
"I spent a week fawning over the Headmaster's gargoyle before it wore off," Arthur confessed. "It was one of those first sight ones. I went down to the table and made myself a sandwich since I was running late to a Prefect meeting. Didn't enter my system till I was in the hall and the rest is history."