I never knew

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I woke up to someone picking up the couch I was sleeping on and I falling harshly to the floor. I stuck my middle finger at the person and someone laughed. "Peeves, I swear I'm gonna kill you one of these days." I pulled myself off the floor as someone walked down the stairs. 

"Are you okay? Why are you sleeping out here?" It was Pansy, she ran over and helped me up off the floor. I glared at the poltergeist who just smiled in response. "You're still in uniform from yesterday?" She eyed my half-asleep fully annoyed self.

"Yes, Peeves grab my hairbrush and deodorant now or I'm calling the bloody barren." Peeves sped off and two seconds later handed me my things. "Good poltergeist, go bother the twins or the blond idiot." I started getting semi-ready and he left. Pansy sat down on the seat Peeves hadn't picked up. Straightening out my robes and fixing my hair didn't take to long but by the time I was finished Draco and his new friends had come down. 

"Ready for breakfast? A few seventh years said that we should go in a group and find at least a fourth year to walk with us." Blaize said, he hadn't gotten dressed into his robes yet and was just gonna wear basic clothes to the great hall.

"Why can't we walk alone?" I asked. We all shared confused looks at each other before deciding it was probably a prank and left alone. I  had Peeves grab my wand, an 11-inch mahogany wood wand with a  dragon heartstring core. It had an odd shape, almost like it was twisting and braiding and curved like a horn. I put my wand in my pocket and looked at the others to see if they were ready. We went into the corridor outside the common room and started walking.

We got to the around the end of the corridor me and Pansy in the lead. I walked ahead and whipped out my wand pressing it to the throat of an I assume sixth-year Ravenclaw. "What the fuck!" He shouted and tried tipping the bucket he was holding onto me. I kicked it upwards and shot at it with my hand before jumping back to watch the bucket of glittery blue paint tip and fall onto the head of the sixth year. 

The Ravenclaw took the bucket off his head and wiped the paint from his face. "HOW DARE YOU!" The Ravenclaw tried to take a swing at me with his left fist and I ran. "Get back here you pathetic snake!" Someone cast a spell and the Ravenclaw fell over. I turned back and saw two girls, both in Slytherin uniform. 

"Are you okay?! They normally never start this early in the year." One spoke, she was beautiful. Her green eyes pop and dark skin, her face perfectly framed by her semi straightened hair. "I'm Violet, and this is my sister Mary. We're in fifth year so we've had to deal with these sorts of assholes for a while."

Mary stood up from the others and her eyes narrowed, "Why didn't you first years listen to the warnings! We don't say things for no reason you know! You're just lucky it was only a small bucket of paint bully and we saw you leave." Her voice was a little lower than her sister and she was also a fair bit taller. Mary sighed and lowered back down to meet my eye level. "Be glad it wasn't those Griffendor twins, they've put us Slytherins in the hospital wing before with their pranks." My eyes widened and I felt my heart sink.

"T-that can't be true. They're my friends, I can't believe they'd do something like that." My eyes stung withholding tears.

Mary and Violet looked at each other before they both pulled their robes to show matching scars on their left shoulders. "They got us last year with burning trinkets they'd made." Violet frowned.

"They pretended that they'd gotten hurt so we went to help them, but as we each lifted them onto our shoulders they opened their hands releasing some weird spider-like metal toy. It climbed our robes and before we knew it they'd burned through our robes and skin." Mary continued. "When Professor Snape found us we'd passed out and everything was gone. The twins had escaped through the back of a painting and taken the burning spider things with them." Violet placed a hand on my shoulder and I shivered.

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