Unreal

Chp 1 From Chips to Chaos

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The movie had been playing for a while now, but I wasn't really keeping track. I was slouched on my bed, one hand deep in a half-crushed bag of chips, the other loosely holding my phone—because duh, multitasking. The familiar Warner Bros. logo had long faded, replaced by screaming, broomsticks, and British accents.

I'd seen this movie too many times, but somehow it still hit. Every. Single. Time.

My LED lights glowed a soft blue above me, bouncing off the white walls and giving everything that chill, almost magical vibe. Goblet of Fire was always my comfort pick—messy, dramatic, peak chaos. The moment the camera cut to Fred and George started running toward the Goblet of Fire, high-fiving people as they passed like they were entering a Quidditch match instead of messing with ancient magical boundaries.
I sat up slightly.

"Oh my Gosh. Here we go."

They were hyped—grinning, laughing, fully committed to the bit—when Hermione cut in from the side.

"It's not going to work," she said, arms crossed.

Fred slowed just enough to smirk.
"Oh yeah?" he said, bending his knee slightly.
"And why is that, Granger?" George added, leaning in too, both of them lowering themselves to Hermione's level.

I didn't even blink.

This scene. Gosh. I'd rewatched it so many times it might as well be burned into my brain.

The way they both crouched down a little just to get eye level with her. The teasing tone. How close their faces were. Too close.

And every single time, without fail, I'd picture it—me sitting there instead. Same spot, same stare, same stupid smile trying to fight its way onto my face while two chaotic redheads leaned in like that.

I shook my head a little, but yeah—I was already smiling.

Still one of the best scenes in the whole movie.
No one could tell me otherwise.

A little later, the scene changed—moody courtyard lighting, autumn leaves, and Draco freaking Malfoy making some sarcastic comment as usual. I didn't even care what he said. The second he walked onscreen, I perked up like my body just knew.

Blond hair. Robes perfectly swishing. Smirking like he'd just insulted a first year for fun.

Then... bam.

Professor Moody turned him into a full-on ferret and slammed him around like a cursed chew toy.

I stared, wide-eyed.

"NO WAY. Not the ferret scene," I said, half-laughing, half-shocked like it was my first time seeing it (it wasn't).

It got me thinking...what would it actually be like if I went to Hogwarts?

Not as some chosen one or whatever. Just me.
Me in the Great Hall, trying not to trip over my robe while carrying a stack of books. Me getting lost on the seventh floor. Me sitting next to Fred Weasley in Potions class, him poking my quill just to be annoying.

My brows lifted slightly, lips twitching at the thought. Would I even be brave enough to talk to Draco? Would he even notice me? I'd probably get cursed for staring too long.

The thought made me laugh softly.

I didn't even realize I'd zoned out until—

"AERISSS! PANG HUGAS NAG PLATO!"

I flinched so hard I nearly knocked over my soda.

Reality came crashing back. The scene was still playing, music swelling dramatically on-screen while I sat there, half-dazed and holding a chip like it was a wand.