AN: Yeah, I have a problem.
Harry Potter looked at the toad that was sitting on the seat across from him, before his left pinkie shivered thrice. He and the toad, in sync, turned towards the door and watched a girl enter it.
"Have you seen a t-" The girl tried to ask, before Harry held the toad towards him.
"My toad! I found mr croakles so he's mine! Wait, miss croakles." He said, quickly correcting himself.
"That's… That's against the rules, you don't want to get in trouble before we ar-" The girl cut off again, noting Harry's hot pink hair, and how it poofed in a balloon like fashion. "No…" She muttered in worry.
"Nah! I'm not Pinkie! That's the other fic being worked on and constantly redone! I'm just in trickster mode!" Harry told her, breaking my FRAGILE FOURTH WALL! And giving a grin.
"Ah, that… Does help…" She admitted.
"Glad to hear!" He told her. "Names Harry Potter! But-" He cut off as his nose shivered. "Look out!" He told her, pushing her out of the way of a pink version of Harry, accompanied by a version of him with grape coloured eyes, and two space cops. "Wrong one, you need to take a left." He told them before they left.
"Is… That going to be common?" She asked worried.
"Eh, maybe! Anyway, just call me Trix! Not like Trixie, like Trickster, Tricks, Trix!" He told her, going back to what he had been talking about earlier.
"Alright…" She agreed hesitantly. "I'm-"
"Hermione Granger, I'm Muggleborn of course, but I've practiced lots of spells and read up so I think I'm pretty much set!" Trix said in Hermione's voice.
"H-How did you-"
"Finish my sentence? I can think faster than light, so can Pinkie actually, but that's for the other story." He explained.
"…" Hermione was silent as she processed this.
"BlubabahoeslsithemBlubabahoeslsithem" She and Trix said in sync.
"See?"
"That's…"
"Terrifying?"
"Yeah, let's go with that…" She decided, passing out.
Hours later
Trix watched as Hermione stayed away from him, having explained, even though he already knew, that she just needed time to process it.
"So, Potter, you must be new to the wizardi-" A boy with blonde hair tried to say arrogantly.
"-ng world right? I can teach you the right sort to hang around with, my name's Draco, Draco Malfoy." Trix finished in a perfect copy of the boy's voice.
The boy stammered in confusion and shock, as Hermione handed him a flyer on how to deal with Trix.
Trix gave a girly giggle as he checked a list he had compiled with a version of him from another universe somehow. "Let's see… Meet bossy boots and confuse her, check… Confuse Blondemn, check… Ah, throw a party!" He decided, preparing his special party kit, yes he got it from the other harry, I don't know how, when I HAVEN'T WROTE IT YET!
Minutes later
Trix ignored the call for Harry, his very magic pushing a new name next to it.
"… Trix?!" McGonagall called out confused, Harry tapping her on the shoulder, the hat sat on his hot pink head of hair.
"Hi!" He shouted, startling her.
"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted in fear.
"YAY!" He shouted happily, appearing at the Gryffindor table, startling everyone around him.
He dug in as soon as the food appeared, picking anything unhealthy and shoving it into his mouth, and when the desert appeared, the Gryffindor table seemed to be the only one with any, and on Trix's plate only, who had somehow taken everything.
"You're going to rot your teeth." Hermione warned him.
"Nah! I need a lot of sugar! If I don't then I kinda g-go a bit c-c-crazy!" He exclaimed before eating it all in one bite.
"But still, your teeth… No, your pancreas! I've seen pancreas before, and that heart attack on a plate will cause your pancreas to jump out of your throat and commit seppuku with a butter knife!" She said in horror.
"Nah! Trickster mode stops sugar from getting that far, it usually takes in so much that I have just enough to act normal, as in walk around n stuff, the personalities just me." He explained.
"What's trickster mode anyway?" She asked curiously.
"Oh! Well, basically…" He trailed off trying to think. "Huh… I guess the best way to describe it is one of those things you don't understand but it's a thing, basically it does stuff!" Trix decided, wiping his mouth messily, getting sugary stuff all over his clothes, which seemed to be some kind of overalls straight of Mario and dyed pink… His shirt was an ugly acidic green and his eyes, which had been ignored until now, were a lovely hot pink, like, his hair, exact same shade…
"What are you even wearing?!" She exclaimed, just noticing them now.
"I've been wearing these the entire time… Anyway! I haven't gone through my questions! What's your favourite colour? Do you like parties? What's your favourite colour? What's your favourite cake? Do you like crazy events? Do you get annoyed if I don't give you time to answer? Huh? Huh? HUH?!" He shot out, not giving time to answer.
"Uh… You said favourite colour twice…"
"Oh, ignore the second one."
"In order… Violet, never had one so I don't know, carrot cake, I could do without them and yes." She answered.
Trix gave a gasp of horror. "YOU'VE NEVER HAD ONE?!" He asked in horror.
"I never really have the time, and I don't have any friends." She explained with a shrug.
"This is terrible! We need to fix this as soon as possible! When's your birthday?!"
"19th of September."
"Right, that gives me time to prepare… PREPARE FOR A F*****G PARTY!" He screamed, a strange bleep covering one of his words.
"Did you just…?" Hermione asked confused, Trix suddenly blushing.
"Oops… I censored myself again… Mom's gonna be all, don cesnor yurslf…" He complained, messing up his words intentionally.
"Isn't…"
"Adopted mom, she's American which is why I say mom, also America has more sweets and sugary stuff so yeah." He explained, pulling out a checklist and managing very well as he realised he would have to wait for the party… And by that… "GOD F*****NG DAMNIT!"
