Oh Potter You Rotter
Chapter 3, "Get Over Yourself, Potter!"
By Tom Greenish-Blue
The whole Weasley and Potter Families had been separated. Their whole lives they'd live next door. Until now. Lupita had written her mother about the sorting, and she wasn't as outraged as her father. Which more-or-less, I'm saying, that they really didn't give a care in the world. Actually, the parents thought that it would get them more friends. But they didn't know about the trouble that Gwen had turned into.
"I heard that the other Slytherins are afraid of her. Well, except for her boyfriend. His name starts with an 'M' I think." Lupita told her brother one day at Potions.
"That's what I heard. But us Ravenclaws are too into our studies to care. Hey. Do you know what house has the highest O.W.Ls? Or exam scores? It's Ravenclaw! It's Ravencaw! Sorry, Sis, but Hufflepuff's last on the list." Michael replied.
"Maui? Malcolm? Mal. Mel. It's Mal-Mal-Mal. Huh?" she said to her new friend, Rosita. They were the most unlikely friends. Lupita had shoulder length, red, bushy hair. Green eyes (no one knows where she got that) long fingers and big boats for feet. While Rosita, was sorta short, and had smaller features (well, anyone looks small to Ronald Jr. over there!) and had long purple hair, always in pigtails. But they seemed to get along.
"Mal-Mal-Mal-Mal-"
"Hey, isn't that Gwen and Malfoy?"
"That's it! Malfoy! Lyle Malfoy!"
But as happy as the rumored Gwen was. She lost care of her old friends. (Like many people do, once popular.) And every time Lupita, or Michael, and even her own flesh and blood brother, James, she ignored them, and walked away with Lyle. It made them sick. And Hermione's idea of "new friends" had just turned into being very rude, indeed.
Chapter 3, "Get Over Yourself, Potter!"
By Tom Greenish-Blue
The whole Weasley and Potter Families had been separated. Their whole lives they'd live next door. Until now. Lupita had written her mother about the sorting, and she wasn't as outraged as her father. Which more-or-less, I'm saying, that they really didn't give a care in the world. Actually, the parents thought that it would get them more friends. But they didn't know about the trouble that Gwen had turned into.
"I heard that the other Slytherins are afraid of her. Well, except for her boyfriend. His name starts with an 'M' I think." Lupita told her brother one day at Potions.
"That's what I heard. But us Ravenclaws are too into our studies to care. Hey. Do you know what house has the highest O.W.Ls? Or exam scores? It's Ravenclaw! It's Ravencaw! Sorry, Sis, but Hufflepuff's last on the list." Michael replied.
"Maui? Malcolm? Mal. Mel. It's Mal-Mal-Mal. Huh?" she said to her new friend, Rosita. They were the most unlikely friends. Lupita had shoulder length, red, bushy hair. Green eyes (no one knows where she got that) long fingers and big boats for feet. While Rosita, was sorta short, and had smaller features (well, anyone looks small to Ronald Jr. over there!) and had long purple hair, always in pigtails. But they seemed to get along.
"Mal-Mal-Mal-Mal-"
"Hey, isn't that Gwen and Malfoy?"
"That's it! Malfoy! Lyle Malfoy!"
But as happy as the rumored Gwen was. She lost care of her old friends. (Like many people do, once popular.) And every time Lupita, or Michael, and even her own flesh and blood brother, James, she ignored them, and walked away with Lyle. It made them sick. And Hermione's idea of "new friends" had just turned into being very rude, indeed.