"Mia!?"
"Allie!?"
Two girls exclaimed simultaneously.
"What are you-"
"Why are-?
"Did she-"
"Are you-"
"She did-"
"I know-"
"Since when-"
Two sets of parents looked at each other, bemused.
"Well, at least she has a friend," Mrs. Carter pointed out, nodding at her daughter Mia.
"True," Mrs. Baker agreed.
Once the two brunettes were done with their half-sentence conversation, they ran over to their parents, excited to get on the train for their new school, Pigzits.
"Hogwarts," Allie corrected the narrator.
Same thing.
You see, Mia and Allie were two special 11 year olds. Unlike everyone else at their former school, the two girls were witches. Yes, you read it right, magic is real. Allie and Mia were going to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, as will every other 11 year old witch/wizard in England.
After a final round of hugs, kisses, 'don't forget to writes', and tears, Allie and Mia hopped on the Hogwarts Express, a scarlet red train that traveled all the way to Scotland to deposit the eager children ready to cause mischief...eh, learn. Of course, that eagerness was followed by fast-paced chatter between the two girls… though the train got notably cold for a bit. They ignored it.
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"Hmm, tricky," the Sorting Hat muttered. "Loyal like a Hufflepuff, Intelligent as a Ravenclaw, and...ooh! the cunning of a Slytherin. Now, where should I put you?"
"Not Slytherin," Allie thought.
"And why not?"
"Wouldn't it be extremely Slytherin to be placed in another house?"
The hat laughed. "Well, then, Ms. Baker, better be HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat shouted the last word to the entire hall.
Allie, after a nod to Mia, walked towards the cheering table of yellow and black robed students.
"Carter, Mia!"
Mia stepped up to the stool.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" the hat whispered. "Part Gryffindor, part Ravenclaw." Mia hummed in response, not shocked by the hat in the slightest.
"Gryffindor is brave and Ravenclaw is wise, but I don't think I'm all that brave."
"And why is that?" The hat seemed nice enough, Mia decided that Mr. Hat was okay in her book. She wouldn't set it on fire. The hat seemed to shift nervously as Mia tacked on.
"I have literally ran away from things I've built." The Hat gave a loud chuckle.
"Not sure of yourself, huh? Better be… RAVENCLAW!"
"MY EARS!" Mia yelped and everyone laughed.
Mia hopped off the stool and headed towards the blue and bronze table.
"Welcome to Ravenclaw!" a prefect said cheerfully. "I'm Roger Davis, 5th year prefect."
Mia ignored him and turned to the girl sitting by herself a few seats down the table. The three seats to the left, right, and across from her were empty, but Mia disregarded that and plopped down.
"How is your hair so white?" she asked the blonde girl curiously.
The girl smiled dreamily. "The nargles did it."
"They bleached your hair in your sleep? Rude," Mia commented.
"No, I can see nargles," Luna said. "I think they think I'm a bit odd, you know. Some people call me 'Loony' Lovegood, actually."
"Ooh, like the people in the story! The Fae-Sighted, right?"
"The bright lights around people's' heads. I was just the one that named them."
Soon enough, the two girls delved into a strange winded conversation about stuff like Blibbering Humdingers, Crumple-Horned Snorkacks, and something elder Ravenclaws would have sworn was a torture device. Eventually talk turned to Quidditch and Mia sighed with a grumble,
"I hate sports games when I can't play." They all gave her a long look before turning back to their conversation. In the meantime, Mia was debating pros and cons of actually attending those games. The cons won out.
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Mia snickered as Allie huffed.
"Your cursing habit is obscene! And you're-"
"Shhh," Mia cut her off. She beckoned for the smaller Hufflepuff to come forward.
"What is it?"
Mia wordlessly pointed to the group the two had jokingly named The Golden Trio. They were whispering about some black dude, making furious hand movements with stained purple fingers. But that was all they caught. The first years exchanged glances.
"Racist much? Do you think we should tell them it's us who replaced Filch's quills for the ones that turn your hand purple?"
Allie tilted her head to the side, thinking. "Na," she said finally. "I mean, who keeps quills that make ink appear from nowhere, and then appear on your hand? They've got to be illegal."
"Can we set them on fire?" Mia asked excitedly.
"Mia!" Allie exclaimed, affronted. "Absolutely not!"
"So the Skrewts?"
"Definitely."
"Who are you?" A deep voice interrupted the pair's conversation.
Mia and Allie looked up, surprised to find a very interested looking redhead. Then another. Were they seeing double?
"No, you're just bananas," Allie said sweetly, making Mia realize she must have said that out loud.
"Gred," the first speaker grinned.
"Forge," the duplicate bowed.
"And what banana?" They asked in unison.
"So you're Fred, and you're George?" Mia said, pointing to the correct twins, who groaned.
"Going Bananas is an idiom," Allie explained, nonplussed. "It means-"
The pair groaned again.
"Stupid Ravenclaws ruining our fun. And a new Hermione." Mia blinked, thinking of the Shakespeare character before it clicked.
"You mean Hermione Granger?"
"Know any other Hermiones?" Allie asked sarcastically.
Mia snorted at her friend, ignoring the comment.
"She's a Puff. And I can think of far more fun things to be doing." Allie slapped her arm.
"There's nothing wrong with my house, and behavior-wise, we're the best one!" Allie growled, ignoring the eager twins. Mia laughed as the two pouted from lack of attention.
"First is the worst, so I'm told. Besides, best behaved just means you're lame." Mia grinned. The evil grin made the two back up in mock fear before the four burst into laughter.
"Well, Forge, I think we've found ourselves a set of wee little firstie pranksters," George said.
"We are in second year," Allie huffed.
"Yeah, and we already have an army of minions to help us!" Mia added, catching onto the ploy quickly.
The older boys looked intrigued.
"Tell me more, ickle secondies. And did you just say minions?"
Mia sighed and slapped duct tape over their mouths.
"Duct tape. Don't pull it-," she started, just as the twins ripped the duct tape off their now red mouths.
"OOOOWWWWW!" the twins howled as the girls laughed.
"FRED! GEORGE!" Hermione huffed her way over to them. "Stop terrorizing the second years!" the third year scolded.
"I'm pretty sure those girls are older. At least the one with the dark hair," Ron ambled up to the group. Mia snickered.
"Midget."
"I'LL SHOW YOU MIDGET!" Allie yelped.
Fred and George watched the two with apparent interest.
"Boldest second years I've seen, brother," George commented. Fred nodded.
"True."
"Wait, are they or aren't they second years? The taller girl looks like she's two years older than the short one but I've never seen them in my life." Harry joined them.
"WHO DID YOU CALL SHORT?!" Allie yelled. Mia held the girl back as she made to attack the Boy Who Lived.
"Well, Potter, I didn't take you as the ungentlemanly type," Malfoy snickered as he sauntered into the room. "Hanging out with mudbloods, eh? Well, you can't get lower than that."
Allie calmly turned. "What did you just call me?" she said, her voice dangerously low. "Have fun, Mia."
The first thing the Ravenclaw did was land a hash punch to Malfoy's groin, making him let out a noise not unlike that of a dying seal and crumpling. Even Ron, Harry, and the twins had to wince. "Mia, stop it, we have potions in five minutes and the castle is larger than a small college." Allie blinked in surprise as she checked her digital watch, Ron looking over at her in interest, himself. His dad would like that. Mia stood up and the two grabbed their bags, leaving some very confused upperclassmen behind.
