FIRST PERSON POV (LARISSA)
"Why is everyone staring at Harry?" Amelia asked.
I looked at her in shock. "You've got to be joking." I told my best friend. "He's Harry freaking Potter!"
"I know who he is." Amelia shrugged. "He defeated Voldemort when he was what, 2? So what? He's just a kid. I honestly don't know all the big fuss."
"Don't you know the story of You-know-who?" I whispered, just to check that we were on the same page.
"No, I don't know who." Amelia retorted. "All I do know is that Harry looks hella uncomfortable."
"We've got Potions with him on Friday." I noted, glancing at the schedule. "How interesting."
"Ugh." Amelia groaned. "If he makes one remark about how famous he is, Harry will be in the Hospital wing tonight."
I decided not to comment, knowing that this wasn't an idle threat. Amelia was a rather violent person.
"What do we have first, anyways?" Amelia asked, stuffing a blueberry muffin into her mouth with satisfying chews. "What class, I mean."
"We have Transfiguration." I told her. "What about you?" I asked, turning to Terence.
"Our first class?" Terence asked. "Care of Magical Creatures, taught by a Mr. Silvanus Kettleburn."
"Terence here has a photographic memory." Adrian informed us. "People, words, speech, everything except actual hard art. It's bloody disgusting."
"It's genetic." Terence reasoned. "My grandmother Higgs had it. It's obvious the Longbottom doesn't have it, though."
"Very true." Adrian snorted.
"What are you talking about?" I asked. "Longbottom who?"
"Neville Longbottom - I hear he got Sorted into Gryffindor this year." Adrian replied. "He has a memory that rivals that of Amelia."
"Don't judge." I laughed. "Amelia may not have the best of memories, but she can hold a grudge and a crush for longer than you're alive."
"Shut up." Amelia warned, her eyes drifting over to the Gryffindor table for what seemed the millionth time this morning. Being the wonderful friend I am, I decided to tease her.
"See someone you like?" I asked slyly.
"I thought I told you to shut up." Was her reply. "And no, quite the opposite. Look... over there. The Weasley twins."
I followed her gaze and discovered the red-haired twins from yesterday, who had been singing to funeral march. "What about them?"
"They're insane." Adrian said bitterly, eavesdropping. "They were with Lee Jordan on the train, remember?"
"You mean, with his famous tarantula?" Amelia reined her head back, wrinkling her nose. "Ugh. Anyway, I've heard stories about them. They're famous for their pranks. We have to watch out for them."
"Amelia is also very committed." Terence observed.
She flashed him the smile of a troublemaker. "Amelia also likes to sign poor, unsuspecting Slytherins up for things." She said very sweetly.
"Oh dear." I muttered, laying my fork down. "It's begun. Terence, start praying."
"Why?" He asked, puzzled.
"Because you've just been signed up for something."
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It was very clear what Amelia had signed Terence up for by that Wednesday when his plate exploded at dinnertime.
A commotion spread up and down the Slytherin table. Amelia make a big deal about it, yelling out "I PRANKED YOU!"
This seemed to have the effect she desired; even though the Great Hall was already filled with chatters and excitement, the Weasleys looked over in our direction.
Catching eye contact with one of them, Amelia drew her finger over her throat. One nudged the other, and together they mimicked the gesture before turning around.
"Sorry about that, Terence." Amelia apologized as another plate popped up in a replacement of the last one. "I had to get their attention?"
"What about just talking to them?" Terence spluttered.
"That was too small." Amelia waved her hand dismissively. "I've interrogated enough people to know that Fred and George appreciate the big stuff."
"Have you interrogated enough people to be able to tell which one is which?" Adrian said with interest.
"It's a matter of ears." Amelia shrugged.
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THIRD PERSON POV
"Ah, Harry Potter." Professor Snape said slowly. "Our new... celebrity."
"Gods, even Snape celebrates the kid's life." Amelia grumbled.
However, when Snape started speaking, even the talkative Amelia fell silent, scribbling down notes with a quill. But when he borderline insulted them, Amelia let out a low hiss.
"Potter!" Snape said briskly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Larissa's hand shot up into the air, along with a Gryffindor girl's, but neither of them were called on. Amelia gritted her teeth.
"Potter, where would you look it I told you to find me a bezoar?"
Amelia reluctantly raised her hand. "Even I know that one." She muttered.
"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?" Snape sneered.
"Not his fault Harry doesn't have a photographic memory." Amelia commented.
"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Snape asked softly, evidently enjoying ignoring his students and picking on Potter.
Snape started answering his own questions, and Amelia took to busily writing in her notebook.
"Why is she the only one copying this down!" Snape inquired with a point to Amelia.
Larissa immediately started copying her friend's notes, though stopped when she realized that she had started also copying random insults with colorful language.
"Amelia!" She scolded. "That's not nice!"
"It wasn't supposed to be." Her friend replied calmly.
Snape made the two of them a pair, and a very excellent pair they turned out to be. Amelia had the creativity of a beaver, and Larissa liked to read. The result was a potion that even Amelia could find few faults with. In fact, she was so impressed that she only echoed a few curses when Neville's mishaps burned a hole in her new shoes.
"I can't believe I sat in that class from 9:45 to high noon." Amelia moaned. Being homeschooled all of her life resulted in her being completely spoiled when it came to actually going to school. She could hardly sit still at her desk. Of course, being attention deficit, that was bound to be the case anyways. "What's for dinner?"
"Whatever the plates decide to give us, Amy." Larissa sighed as they sat down at a bench near the Great Hall. "Just like always."
"Where do you think Adrian and Terence are?" Amelia pressed, immediately standing back up and pacing the hallway. "Didn't we tell them to meet us at noon, sharp? Well, where are they at noon, sharp?"
"Sorry, love, looking for your boyfriend?" Two identical voices out of nowhere inquired.
Amelia shrieked and jumped backwards as two familiar red-heads popped out from behind a statue. "Wow." One said, high-fiving the other. "We didn't even need to do anything."
Larissa crossed her arms. "You must be the famous Fred and George." She tried to calm herself down - she didn't know the twins had been there. How long had they been there?
"Listen to the woman, we're famous." The right twin commented.
"Life goals." The left agreed. "Anyway, I'm Gred, this is Forge."
"I'm supposed to be Gred." Forge argued. "You're Forge!"
"What happened to Fred and George?" Amelia asked dryly. "I already know who's who."
"And we already know exactly how we need to prank you." The right one said cheekily. "Soo, good day to you." He and the one of the left waltzed into the Great Hall.
Amelia echoed some more colorful curses while Larissa stared at their retreating backs. "So which one was which?" She asked her friend.
"The one on the right is George," Amelia said uneasily, "and the one on the left is Fred."
"What exactly are you planning, death by Weasley?" Larissa demanded.
"No idea." Her friend mumbled. "Hey look, there's Higgs. Let's go inside, I'm starving."