After sending her documents 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 corner of the room was even filled with various items that Scarlet couldn’t immediately recognise.

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

The twins grinned.

“Just some randoms stuff we picked up in deserted places--”

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

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

“--we’re working on some projects.”

“For example?” Scarlet asked, approaching them. The Weasley twins eagerly presented a collection of their inventions, ranging from successful pranks to more practical items. There was a contraption that could turn a section of the floor into a swamp, and a yellow paste that seemed useful for healing minor injuries, likely inspired by their frequent Quidditch-related mishaps.

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

The twins were surprised, but their interest 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 inconvenient situations, and I’d greatly appreciate your help in sorting them out.”

The twins bowed dramatically, wide grins on their faces.

“It would be our great honour, Milady.

“Your wishes are our command.”

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

“But seriously,” She continued, 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 inventions 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? Name it, 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 constantly 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 named them, and we’ll see what we can do.” George replied.

“Alright.” Scarlet said boldly, “I want a quill that has endless ink and can change the ink colour according to my preference. For example, if I like the colour of the sunset 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: black ink, blue ink, and a custom colour I’ve captured. I also want the quill to listen to my voice and transcribe it into text, so sometimes I can just speak and let the quill to do writing for me. A nib-changing function would be a nice bonus, but it’s not compulsory. As for the design, I don’t have any particular aesthetic preferences – a plain 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 need to work on the colour-capturing part, but what a brilliant idea you’ve got!”

Nah, it’s just a concept from a high-tech digital colouring pen I knew in my previous life. Scarlet thought to herself, and then added, “If you can 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 understand how desperately I need this kind of writing tool.” Scarlet felt like wiping away imaginary tears. The computers currently just don’t compare; she missed her laptop from her previous life, and the software that made everything so much easier. Without a keyboard and word processing software, she was spending 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 inventing things like this. She was creative when it came to combining chants and pentacles, guiding nature’s flow according to her instinct and the magic she was blessed with, and even performing minor chants in her previous life before she bonded with the Queen – but those were always small tasks, never anything major.

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A voice-controlled quill would be the perfect solution to her current predicament.

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

Of course, she still planned on getting a nice laptop when the technology in this world reached that level.

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

“You can count 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 glad I can help.” Scarlet waved them off and headed to the centre of the room. “Alright, enough chatting. I’m going to start practicing. Feel free to carry on with whatever you’re doing, just ignore me.”

The twins stepped aside and watched as Scarlet changed 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 plastic...Well, it was just too convenient and lightweight compared to metal or glass, so she couldn’t resist choosing it.

By half-past nine, she finished her training, regretting not packing 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 place we can get some?”

No vending machines, no convenience stores opened 24/7...She missed Japan now.

The Weasley twins led her to the kitchen, and after tickling 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 kitchen after dinner,” one of the seniors chuckled, “But Fred and George tagging along was a surprise.”

The Weasley twins shrugged and continued showing her around the kitchen with the Hufflepuffs seniors. The house-elves welcomed them warmly, delighting in shoving cookies into their hands before they even had a chance 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 content with their pouched 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 decent-sized glass 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, noticing Jiffy’s eager expression, “I’m not really used to heavily seasoned dishes. Could you prepare some plainer food for me? Something like Japanese cuisine, but with half the sweetness, or maybe something from South China?”

“There was once an 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 clenched fist.

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

“Of course we can!” 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 comforted Jiffy, and the house-elves were overjoyed when they received the recipe book a few days later. It was a delicate cookbook, written in elegant cursive letters, an inch thick, with detailed ingredients list, steps, and pictures to aid in understanding. 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 returned to her room and got ready for bed.

The next day, as everyone handed in their essay, Professor Snape glanced at each one 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 continuing with the lesson, which was as miserable as ever.

Well, she’d heard that some first years in Gryffindor had been injured and sent to the hospital wing during his class, so...She was fine with her housemates being miserable as long as they stayed safely out of the hospital wing.

As for Defence Against the Dark Arts class, 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 unable to stand it any longer, she discreetly chanted a mark onto the corner of his turban, just to keep track of this oddity before leaving the classroom.

This was a very subtle mark that belonged to the Queen - only the Queen and Scarlet could sense it. It was a mark no current magic user would recognise, as it was as natural as the wind, and no one would suspect plain air could do anything.

Even though the DADA lecturer was unreliable, the subject itself still worth studying, so...another subject for self-study, then! However, the syllabus was quite confusing, and when she tried 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 can 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 can’t solve - at least not for the moment.”

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

All she needed to do was wait for that someone to appear. Now, it was just a matter of being patient or deciding to take action 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 class today! I’m going to watch - are you coming?”

“Flying class?” Scarlet thought for a moment, “Count me in.”

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

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 clamp with our thighs...definitely going to get bruises. Better ask Fred and George for some yellow paste.