This story will be in Rachel's POV unless otherwise stated.

I glanced up wearily as I walked quickly through the halls. Potions had to be directly after Divination and they were on opposite sides of the school. I hated the first day of term, when you keep bumping into annoying little first years who didn't have a clue where they were going. Even the third years get on my nerves because they're all lost also. I know that I was like that too once but there's no way that I was that annoying. I would know if I was.

I could see the bouncing red hair of my sister in front of me. Lily was talking and laughing with her friends as if she didn't have a care in the world. She was such a friendly person which is why it gets on my nerves when people call her stuck-up. Okay, maybe at times she was a little bit of a stick in the mud and she could be rather frustrating when she was determent about something but other than that she was fun. I would have been walking with her but she had so many friends and they were all so talkative. It made my ears bleed listening to them.

My body jerked suddenly when my bag caught on one of the statues. I grumbled under my breath and started trying to untangle it. These statues don't like me, I'm sure of it. Whenever I go past, I always manage to scrape my arm or rip my bag on one of the edges. I would stay on the other side of the hall but there are statues there too. Today was different. I wanted to thank the statue because if it hadn't caught my bag, I would have kept walking. I would have gotten to the same area my sister and all the other students did. The area where hundreds of enchanted water balloons rained down on everybody.

I managed to get my bag untangled just in time to see Lily get angry. She screamed 'Potter!' at the top of her lungs and went storming off somewhere. Trying to hold in my laughter, I kept walking. Unlike all the others in my class, the only thing that I got wet was my shoes. I knew that the smile on my face was very badly hidden but it was the better option. If I wasn't so careful of not drawing attention to myself, I would have been laughing my head off.

People didn't even notice me as I walked past. They were too busy moaning about their books and their hair to look up for a second. I noticed that several girls were trying to fix their makeup. They could just use a waterproof spell so that they could get wet but after what happened the last time someone tried that, nobody would dare. Regardless of the fact that it was only a first year who tried it but when one person turns their eyelashes into eels, it's considered a warning beacon.

I turned towards the staircase – it was possible to hear Lily storming around upstairs – and something caught my foot. I caught myself with my hands and winced as a sharp pain shot through my arm. They should really consider getting softer floors at Hogwarts with the amount of people that trip and fall while walking.

"Prongs, I told you that some of the cloak was still sticking out."

"Oh great," I mumbled, getting up quickly. I turned to the direction of the voice and wasn't surprised to see the infamous Marauders standing in front of me. The thing I had tripped on was a cloak, a shimmering silver cloak that was clearly not school standard.

"You're Evan's sister," James Potter pointed out.

I nodded. "She's looking for you in case you didn't hear." I looked towards the screams of rage.

He shrugged. "I don't think it's anything important."

"POTTER!"

All four boys jumped back into their hiding space behind the statue as Lily came stomping down the stairs. Her eyes were glowing with rage and she was almost scaring me.

"Rachel! Where are they?"

I pointed towards the window, thanking the lord that we were on the ground. It made my lie easier to believe. "They were just outside the window."

Lily made a growling noise and stalked outside like a predator. I could hold back a small laugh at how disheveled her hair looked from the back. I wish I brought my muggle cellphone to Hogwarts. This would have been a priceless blackmail picture.

"Do you think she realizes she looks like a drowned rat?" one of the Marauders asked.

I shook my head. "You should come up with a prank that makes her look like that for an entire day but drop fluff on her as well. That way you really can call her a drowned rat."

"That's quite the idea," Sirius Black said as he walked up next to me. "How are you Evan's sister?"

"Sisters aren't always the same."

"Yes but they often share some qualities," Remus Lupin added in from behind me.

I shrugged my bag higher onto my shoulder. "I guess that's true."

It was quite true. I shared lots of qualities with my siblings. In fact the teachers that knew of my true bloodlines often made comments about how I was very similar, if a lot quieter. I didn't like attention but somehow it always found me.

I turned to walk off to potions. "Good luck surviving my sister when she gets her hands on you," I called over my shoulder.

"Wait, Evans Number 2!"

My eyebrows raised. "Evans Number 2?"

James shrugged. "I can't call you Evans otherwise I'll get confused. Anyway you don't happen to have any more ideas for pranks do you?"

"Why? Are the famous Marauders running out of idea?"

"No!" Sirius Black snapped.

I chuckled. "Try painting the entire of a classroom orange and then stick everything that can be moved onto the roof. Don't forget to watch the result."