Francesca was a vengeful little creature and it took her more than a week to plan her little...well, prank. She hated Schlagenweit for deliberately bringing her down during the last Arithmancy lesson - Arithmancy was her thing, it was the only thing she was good at. She knew she understood it; a big shiny 'O' on her OWL was the sole proof of that. Sasha Schlagenweit was a Muggle-loving, snivelling little prat who deserved another dash of horror and detention in his already miserable life.

So Francesca picked her mark - she knew it had to be a foreign Professor. The Hogwarts teachers were all too meek and they would trust Schlagenweit over her any day. This is why she so wisely picked a Durmstrang teacher - and a terrifying one nonetheless. She trusted Professor Maras will be mortified to discover her family relic (Francesca assumed that's what is was - a small photograph in a fancy frame) found its new home in Sasha's schoolbag. But it was easier said than done and only the first part of the operation was over. The stolen frame was safely hidden in Frannie's deep pockets for now, but she knew she needed to get rid of it as soon as possible.

The second part of the operation was to be executed with a little help from Schlagenweit's housemate. Francesca was reluctant about including others into this, especially the likes of Rohan Graham, but she had no choice. She and Rohan shared their dislike for Schlagenweit and the boy seemed happy to help.

After breakfast, she took her heavy schoolbag and walked over to the Ravenclaw table. She sat awkwardly next to Rohan and forced a smile. They planned this step out beforehand, but she was not a good actress and she seemed very out of place at the table full of Ravens. "Hi Rohan," she said after a pause, her face turning red as per usual. "Um, I saw you reading 'The Paths of the Diviner'...Is there any way I could borrow it?" She bit her lip and stole a brief glance towards Sasha's direction. "I really need it...for homework."

Rohan had teamed up with the awfully snotty and revenge-seeking Slytherin, Francesca Carys-Burke for a clever prank on his fellow Ravenclaw, Sasha.  He lied his way into the situation like a colony of rats rolling on a rug - untrustworthy and, well, lying. 

He knew Carys-Burke was planning something devious for Schlagenweit, and he had faked despising him to get in on it.  He loved these kinds of upscale pranks that had been well-thought out and planned, like a blueprint of Burj Khalifa, the tallest building on earth, especially when he got to see the looks on his victim's face and laugh at them behind their backs.  A bit dark and a little cruel, but he wasn't like the Dark Lord running around murdering hundreds upon thousands of people between him and his vicious team of deranged death-eaters, he was just a kid who enjoyed the thrill of a good gag, what with running from professors, replacing previously stolen objects back to their rightful places, avoiding prefects, and quite a few more mishcheivous activities- he was an adrenaline junkie. 

Sasha had ruined Arithmacy about a week ago for his upscale Slytherin comrade, but Rohan hadn't listened to the story long enough to have a clue what exactly he had done to her precious grades in the class.  But, a prank was a prank, so he was in.

Allegedly, the girl had a photograph from a Durmstrang Professor and was keeping it in her pocket, well hidden.  The idea was to take the picture and plant it in Schlagenweit's bag, which could be difficult, as he would probably have it by his side at all times, so they'd have to catch him- alone with the bag, or, the bag- alone, without him.

 With only two positive scenarios he could think out, the chances of success were slim, at best.  They'd have to be the teenage equivelents of James Bond, which was not all that easy, sneaking up to Sasha without his knowing or watching him closely enough to know the time-frame that the bag would be alone for.  Of course, they could just slip it into his bag behind his back, and that was the plan.  Right in the middle of the Great Hall.  Genius.  Essentially, the idea was bound to fail, but Francesca was going to follow through, of that Rohan was sure.

Francesca walked straight up to Rohan, who sat with his house, and conveniently enough, right by Sasha.  She took a seat next to him.  Another flaw in the plot; she stood out like a sore thumb, a green-clad student in a sea of blue was out of the ordinary, so attention was most likely drawn.  The instant she began to speak, her face flushed.  Brilliant.  "Oh, you mean that book?" He stood directly behind Sasha, motioning that she do the same.  "I left in in the commonroom, I'll have to go get it," He said, slowly, giving her what he hoped was enough time to carefully put the stolen photograph in Sasha's bag.  And it begins.  "Follow me," he said, making way to the exit.

She sat there awkwardly as Rohan deliberately asked unnecessary questions. Of course she meant the book - but this was how they planned it, taking as much time as possible without looking too odd. Francesca was maybe bad at roleplaying, but her 'sleight of hand' skills were far from rubbish. In a second, Maras' little treasure was out of her robes pocket and safe in her palm, under the table. "Ah rats!" she frowned, acting annoyed while still blushing stupidly. "I was hoping you have it with you...I'm too bloody lazy to walk all the way to your common room." As she rambled feigning laziness, then passed along the framed photograph under the table as she muttered a Levitating Charm under her breath.

There was a perfect moment as Rohan got up and she could clearly see Sasha's bag, half-open on the floor. At least she could aim well, so she was happy to see her plan worked. The photo flew right where it was supposed to and Rohan was standing in such a way that Sasha wouldn't be able to see what she's doing. And all the other students....well, there was just too much happening around them. Francesca knew these things were best performed in crowded places - yes, it was risky, but it also meant everyone could become a suspect - not a limited number of people.

"Gah, I suppose I really do need it," she finally announced as the "job" was done. Pocketing her wand, she stood up and looked at Rohan with a fake smirk. In reality, she was a bit scared just like every time after she did something as naughty as this. Well, Schlagenweit deserved it...and therefore it had to work. It just had to! "Let's be quick about it, yeh? I don't have a whole afternoon to waste..."

The picture entered Sasha's bag without a single issue, no one even looked in their direction, Francesca levitating the Durmstrang professor's memento with ease.  She said some horribly acted - and awkward banter about the book and how lazy she was, but in the end she accepted the request. 

Time to get the hell out of there, before Schlagenweit noticed what was in his bag.  They had an excuse to hurry, too.  "I don't have a whole afternoon to waste..."  That was their ticket.  To everyone else, Rohan looked like a sixth year Ravenclaw helping out a fellow student.  Absolutely flawless, but he didn't want to stay any longer.  He caught her smirk and winked, barely noticeable to anyone's eyes but hers. 

"Okay, let's get going then," he said, stealing a glance at Sasha.  Any minute now... He walked briskly out of the great hall and all the way up the stairs and to the Ravenclaw common room entrance before saying, "Well done, that arrogant halfwit won't even see it coming," he congratulated Francesca, lying about his opinion on their victim.

Everything was going to plan, and soon Ylva Maras would be freaking out because she lost a certain something, and Sasha would be the first to blame.

This Tuesday had started like any other.  Sasha was amongst the small ranks of students for which the time that curfew ended in the morning was just as much of an important detail as the time when curfew started in the evening.  Once studying was finished for the morning, Sasha slipped outside for his early morning run, showered and shuffled down to the Great Hall to gather some food for the day before heading off to get another hour of review in before classes started for the day. 

The usual array of morning fare was spread across the tables as the Ravenclaw weaved his way towards the primary congregation of other NEWT Claws.  He was very much a creature of habit so his fellow DADA classmates hardly looked up as he set his bag on the floor and tugged his locking, muggle backpacking mess kit from between his potions and biology textbook and started filling it with whatever he could find that was meatless, would get him through the day and seemed promising - the priorities being in exactly that order. 

A flash of blonde drew Sasha's attention towards a particular Slytherin and he watched with obvious surprise as Carys-Burke settled next to Rohan.  He'd never known them to be friendly but, with as little time as he spent in the sixth year boy's dormitory, he'd be lying if he said he knew much about Rohan's social circle this year.  Carys-Burke seeking Rohan's company couldn't be much more surprising or unexpected than Neely seeking Sasha's last year so he wasn't exactly one to judge.  In short order, Carys-Burke and Rohan moved off on their way and, with a shrug, he resumed filling his canteen and spreading some marmalade on some toast. 

The canteen found its way carefully back into Sasha's bag and he closed it back up without giving the contents much of a second thought.  He got to his feet and head towards the door, munching on the toast as he made his way to the nearest study-conducive corner.