Over the course of the next few days, Casimir began to have the feeling that he was being followed but, every time he turned around, he would find no one there. This made Casimir feel cautious, trying not to do anything too suspicious in case it was one of the professors who was spying on him.

Even his secret training had to be temporarily cancelled!

One more thing he noticed was that, somehow, random things would pop out at his presence. An example of this was, on one morning, while he was peacefully having breakfast, the toast that he was just about to bite into suddenly became a duck! Another was when he was enjoying the light snowfall outside the castle and suddenly, there was a gigantic snowman that came charging right at him.

Although it was quickly resolved through using a fire charm, he still felt very confused about the matter.

Since then, he began feeling that, every time he passed by a student from Gryffindor, they all seemed to look at him with a look of pity.

Why?!

Feeling frustrated and confused, he vowed to get to the bottom of this mystery, dispatching the two hounds from hell, Crabbe and Goyle, to gather clues and evidences for him in exchange for his portion of desert.

In the end, a few more days passed and, after being pelted by snowballs out of nowhere and having his books suddenly stolen by a strong gust of wind that seemed to appear out of nowhere on multiple occasions, his patience finally ran out.

Whoever is doing this, don't ever let me catch you or else, you're dead!

With that said, Casimir continued reading his books. Currently, he was in the library, brushing up on his studies since, lately, due to the intense practices in quidditch, he didn't have much time to study carefully but, now that their match was over, he finally had the time to truly take in and analyze the lessons and assimilate them properly.

And besides, the library was known to contain books of mysterious contents and origins. Who knows? He might just stumble upon one with useful information.

At that moment, from the bookshelves behind him, numerous books suddenly began falling for no reason but, instead of being startled, Casimir suddenly grinned and pulled out his wand. "Phorpheus!"

As soon as he said the spell, he began to see imaginary red lines connecting the fallen books to a hidden location a few bookshelves away from him. "Got you!"

Speaking of the spell he just used, it was actually one of the most basic spells but, due to its not so useful effects, it wasn't really studied in depth by most students. The spell only had the function of tracking down a spell's origin as long as it was cast within a minute. Other than that, the traces would have faded and the spell would not work. That was why it was so unpopular but, Casimir, being overly cautious, still studied it seriously.

Just in case...

Finally getting a lead to the ones in charge of his misfortunes during these past days, Casimir felt giddy and immediately followed the trail of bright red, ready to hunt down those mysterious pranksters.

"Gonna catch you, don't let me catch you, I will find you. Beware, beware. I am here to hunt you..." Casimir muttered to himself as he stalked quietly towards his prey. Little by little, he got closer and...

"Found you~" Casimir grinned manically as he popped out behind the bookshelf, pointing his wand at the back of one orange haired boy. Beside the boy was another orange haired boy, both of them looking extremely identical to each other. They seemed to have been fighting over a worn out map for some reason.

Now that Casimir had a good look at the both of them, he realized that they looked kind of familiar.

The beaters from Gryffindor..?

Oh... So I suppose this was their revenge for me hitting one of them during the match?

How childish!

"Weaselys, I suppose..?" Casimir raised an eyebrow. "I should have known."

"Weaselys?" One of them exclaimed in confusion. "What does that have to do with anything?!" The other continued.

"It has everything to do with this!" Casimir was speechless. How do they manage to still retort while one of them was being threatened by a pointy stick- I mean, wand!?

"But we're Weaselys!" Both of them said at the same time.

"Exactly!" Casimir fired back. "It's because you're Weaselys that you don't pay attention to rules!"

"Said the guy who violated a hundred quidditch rules!" One of them retorted. "And almost got everyone in our team killed!" The other continued.

"... Touché." Casimir shrugged.

"But, you know what?" One of them asked.

"What?" Casimir asked, confused.

"That means, we would totally get along!" The other answered.

"... After days of being pranked by you two? I don't think so." Casimir snorted and began to turn around but was held back by two pairs of arms.

"Come on! That was just payback for almost killing me!" One protested. "Don't leave yet! You're just like us anyways!" The other tried to explain.

"Weirdos?" Casimir scrunched his eyebrows.

"No! Heroes!" One of them said proudly.

"Saviors of the students of Hogwarts from utter and bloody boredom!" The other clarified. "So, what do you say?"

Just as Casimir was about to refuse, one of them directly swung an arm over his shoulders. "Just saying, we'll still bother you even when you refuse. My name's Fred by the way, and that one is George."

"Huh? But, I'm Fred!"

"No, I'm Fred!"

... Somebody, please save me.