After sending her dots and a short letter to her dad, along with a picture of herself, Scarlet went for dinner before finally heading to her training room.

  To her surprise, the Weasley twins were already there when she arrived. It seemed they had been using the room more often than she had, as it was now furnished with simple furniture and decorations. One er of the room was even filled with various items that Scarlet couldn’t immediately reise.

  Scarlet was amused, “Where did you get all of this? I thought I’d o ask Professor Sprout or Mr. Filch if I could rent some.”

  The twins grinned.

  “Just some randoms stuff we picked up ied pces--”

  “--you know, there are plenty of those in Hogwarts.”

  “We’re gd you like it, though. And, hope you don’t mind if we’ve taken this er over--”

  “--we’re w on some projects.”

  “For example?” Scarlet asked, approag them. The Weasley twins eagerly presented a colle of their iions, ranging from successful pranks to more practical items. There was a traption that could turn a se of the floor into a s, and a yellow paste that seemed useful for healing minor injuries, likely inspired by their frequent Quidditch-reted mishaps.

  Scarlet pondered for a moment, “Do you accept issions? Or would you be ied in a patron?”

  The twins were surprised, but their i was clearly piqued.

  “May we inquire what you need? Looking to prank someone?”

  “Or do you need help with something else?”

  “I need an assistant - two assistants, actually, if you’re willing,” Scarlet replied, “I sometimes find myself in inve situations, and I’d greatly appreciate your help in s them out.”

  The twins bowed dramatically, wide grins on their faces.

  “It would be reat honour, Midy.

  “Your wishes are our and.”

  “And I’ll reward you handsomely,” Scarlet said, waving her fingers pyfully like a noble Victorian dy, before cag along with them.

  “But seriously,” She tinued, I’ll pay for any item that meets my requirements. You could even turn it into a product to sell if you want to earn some extras - just make sure you patent it...There’s a patent system in the wizarding world, right? To prevent your iions from being pirated?”

  “Good question--”

  “--we hadn’t thought about that--”

  “--but we’ll look into it, and definitely work on it.”

  “So,” Fred asked, “what’s the first thing you need? , and we’ll find a way to make it.”

  “A quill with never-ending ink,” Scarlet said, “I really don’t like using quills because I stantly have to dip them into the ink. I suppose there’s some sort of quill with endless ink out there, but I don’t know where to find it...Mind if I add a few more requirements?”

  “Just hem, and we’ll see what we do.” Gee replied.

  “Alright.” Scarlet said boldly, “I want a quill that has endless ink and ge the ink colour acc to my preference. For example, if I like the colour of the su I’m looking at right now, the quill could capture that colour and use it as my ink. It should be able to switch between different colours, so I’d like at least three options: bk, blue ink, and a colour I’ve captured. I also want the quill to listen to my void transcribe it into text, so sometimes I just speak ahe quill do the writing for me. A nib-ging fun would be a nice bonus, but it’s not pulsory. As for the design, I don’t have any particur aesthetic preferences – a pin white quill will do. If you decided to make it a product, making it aesthetically pleasing would be an added bonus.”

  She paused for a moment before finishing her list, “That’s all. Is it doable?”

  “Definitely!” Fred said, “We’ll just o work on the colour-capturing part, but what a brilliant idea you’ve got!”

  Nah, it’s just a cept from a high-tech digital c pen I knew in my previous life. Scarlet thought to herself, and then added, “If you make this quill for me, I’ll reward you with a hundred galleons.”

  Both the boys’ eyes widened, “Thanks for the offer, but that’s too much...”

  “No, it’s worth it. You don’t uand how desperately I his kind of writing tool.” Scarlet felt like wiping away imaginary tears. The puters currently just don’t pare; she missed her ptop from her previous life, and the software that made everything so much easier. Without a keyboard and word processing software, she ending far more time on her novel writing, to the point that she’d developed calluses on her fingers from writing so much...

  It’s such a pain, and it hurts even more knowing she wasn’t skilled at iing things like this. She was creative when it came to bining ts aacles, guiding nature’s flow acc to her instind the magic she was blessed with, and even perf minor ts in her previous life before she bonded with the Queen – but those were always small tasks, never anything major.

  A voice-trolled quill would be the perfect solution to her current predit.

  If this quill could be made, it would be her quill for life!

  Of course, she still pnned oing a op wheeology in this world reached that level.

  “Don’t worry, Midy, we’ll get that quill you’ve been dreaming of ready as soon as possible!”

  “You t on us!”

  Scarlet chuckled, “So, I’m not your honorary long-lost sister anymore?”

  “Of course you are!”

  “And you’ll always be--”

  They chorused, “Our wealthy honorary long-lost sister, who’s willing to sponsor us and help us reach our dreams!”

  “Well, I’m gd I help.” Scarlet waved them off and headed to the tre of the room. “Alright, enough chatting. I’m going to start practig. Feel free to carry on with whatever you’re doing, just ignore me.”

  The twins stepped aside and watched as Scarlet ged into her exercise clothing. She wasn’t going to train in her battle attire, just a simple T-shirt and trousers for stamina building and jogging - the basics before she started with the spear.

  Sweat dripped from her body like rain, but thankfully she’d brought a bottle of water. It was the only thing she had that didn’t quite fit the Hogwarts vibe, being made of pstic...Well, it was just too ve and lightweight pared to metal ss, so she couldn’t resist choosing it.

  By half-past nine, she finished her training, regretting not pag some food during dinner as her stomach started to grumble.

  The twins’ eyes gleamed as they spoke in sync, “Fancy grabbing some snacks?”

  Scarlet nodded, “Is there any pce we get some?”

  No vending maes, no venieores opened 24/7...She missed Japan now.

  The Weasley twins led her to the kit, and after tig the pear and opening the door, she found herself face to face with a few of her seniors.

  They grinned when they saw her, “We thought it might be you.”

  “Me?”

  “The first among the first years to find the kit after dinner,” one of the seniors chuckled, “But Fred and Gee tagging along was a surprise.”

  The Weasley twins shrugged and tinued showing her around the kit with the Hufflepuffs seniors. The house-elves weled them warmly, delighting in shoving cookies into their hands before they even had a ce to ask for anything.

  Jiffy, the house-elf who had been serving Scarlet and the twins, seemed eager to take any orders they might have.

  The twins were tent with their pouches of cookies, but Scarlet wanted more. “Do you have a tin or jar about this size? Could you fill it with the cookies you’ve made? I’d like to keep some in my room for when I need a bite.”

  “Yes, we do! Young miss, wait here for Jiffy.” Jiffy snapped his fingers, and with a pop, he disappeared, soon reappearing with a det-sized gss jar in his hands. He carefully filled it with cookies before passing it to Scarlet.

  “Thank you. And, could I make another request?” Scarlet asked, notig Jiffy’s eager expression, “I’m not really used to heavily seasoned dishes. Could you prepare some piner food for me? Something like Japanese cuisine, but with half the sweetness, or maybe something from South a?”

  “There was on elf who served masters from Asia, but that was many years ago...” Jiffy began to get nervous, but before he could react, Scarlet gently took hold of his ched fist.

  “It’s alright. I thought it might be difficult to find food that suits my tastes here.” William had indeed spoiled her with his fiuned cooking, “If I get you a recipe book, could you make the dishes?”

  “Of course we !” Jiffy said, his eyes shining. “We’ll prepare them perfectly!”

  “Great! I’ll ask my family to send me a recipe book, and I’ll pass it on to you,” Scarlet said with a smile. “The food you make is delicious, just not quite to my taste. I’m looking forward to seeing how you interpret the recipes I provide - I’m sure it’ll be wonderful!”

  Her words forted Jiffy, and the house-elves were overjoyed when they received the recipe book a few days ter. It was a delicate cookbook, written i cursive letters, an inch thick, with detailed ingredients list, steps, and pictures to aid in uanding. It was clear that someone had crafted these recipes with love, and the young miss was willing to share it with them!

  Scarlet didn’t know she would soon receive a handwritten recipe book from William that house-elves of Hogwarts were so delighted about. She returo her room and got ready for bed.

  The day, as everyone handed in their essay, Professor Snape g eae briefly before adding it to the pile as usual. However, he paused for a moment when he reached Scarlet’s essay. He gave her a look she couldn’t quite decipher before tinuing with the lesson, which was as miserable as ever.

  Well, she’d heard that some first years in Gryffindor had been injured ao the hospital wing during his css, so...She was fih her housemates being miserable as long as they stayed safely out of the hospital wing.

  As for Defence Against the Dark Arts css, Scarlet was starting to lose hope that Professor Quirrell would provide suitable lectures. He didn't seem reliable, and the soul fragment on his head really bothered her. Finally, she was uo stand it any longer, she discreetly ted a mark onto the er of his turban, just to keep track of this oddity before leaving the .

  This was a very subtle mark that beloo the Queen - only the Queen and Scarlet could se. It was a mark no current magic user would reise, as it was as natural as the wind, and no one would suspect pin air could do anything.

  Even though the DADA lecturer was unreliable, the subject itself was still worth studying, so...another subject for self-study, then! However, the sylbus was quite fusing, and wheried to look through her seniors’ notes, she discovered something.

  “You mean we have a different DADA professor every year?” Scarlet asked, shocked.

  “Well, yeah.” Her seniors replied with a shrug. “Rumor has it that the position is jinxed. Every DADA professor leaves for some reason or another, and at least half of them seem like a joke to us, but there’s nothing we do about it.”

  “Even Professor Dumbledore?” she asked, incredulous.

  “He’d definitely deal with it if he could, but from what we’ve seen, it’s something even he ’t solve - at least not for the moment.”

  It must be an important plot point iorylihough Scarlet couldn’t quite figure out what it could be, given the limited clues. However, if she had indeed reinated into a fanfi version of the story, then...someone might have an idea about what was going on.

  All she o do was wait for that someoo appear. Now, it was just a matter of being patient or deg to take a herself...

  After lunch, which suited her taste buds, she decided to stay in the Great Hall to catch up on the news William sent. But Maya tugged at her sleeve excitedly, “The Gryffindors and Slytherins are having their first Flying css today! I’m going to watch - are you ing?”

  “Flying css?” Scarlet thought for a moment, “t me in.”

  “Oh my, I wonder what it’ll feel like to fly. It must be fasating!”

  Well...won’t our butts hurt if we sit directly on top of a rod? Scarlet mused. If we’re not sitting on the rod, then we’ll have to cmp with our thighs...definitely going to get bruises. Better ask Fred and Gee for some yellow paste.