Chapter 6-Year 1
Recap: "We want you to be our pranking partner!" They exclaim, grinning evilly. "No," I answer almost immediately and their smiles drop. "Why not?" "Because I would rather not get expelled in my first year," I point out and they shake their heads. "You only get expelled if your caught, which rarely happens, and usually if we are caught, we only have detention!" They explain and I bite my lip. "I'll think about it," I say and they shake their heads. "Nope! We need a yes or a no, so we can start planning our pranks!" They say and I groan. I tilt my head and consider it. It does sound fun. "Fine," I sigh and they high five. What have I gotten myself into?
Maia's POV
"Hey, where were you?" Hermione asks me as I sit down in between her and Harry.
"Fred and George wanted to talk to me about something," I shrug it off and she frowns.
"What was it?" She asks and I open my mouth to answer, when the door bursts open and slams shut. I jump, as does the rest of the class, as a man speeds to the front of the class, his robes billowing around him.
"I'll tell you later," I whisper to her and she nods. I take in the man's appearance. His black hair is slicked back and greasy, his eyes cold and hard, just like his face. I don't think this man will be one of my favorite professors. He starts a lecture and I notice him glaring at Harry, who is writing down what he's saying.
He snaps at Harry and I elbow him in the side, causing him to look up, and quickly put his quill away.
"Hogwart's very own celebrities, Mr. and Miss Potter," He sneers and I frown, as does Harry. "Do you think that just because you're 'famous', you are excused from paying attention?" He snaps and I hear someone snicker, my gaze quickly landing on Malfoy.
"No sir," Harry answers. Snape then proceeds to ask him a question, which I'm sure no one in this classroom knows, well minus him and Mione. I mean really? How the fudge would he know the answer if we were raised by muggles and this is our first potions class? Please enlighten me on how we would know how to answer your stupid questions. I look up when I don't hear anyone talking, and notice that Snape is glaring at me, and almost everyone is gaping at me.
"What?" I ask, frowning and a few people laugh.
"Well Miss Potter, I figured that you two, being famous, would know at least something about magic. Miss Granger here is a muggle born and she's still a know-it-all," He hisses at me, and I notice that Hermione's face drops a little. Oh no, did I say that out loud? "Yes, Miss Potter. You did," Snape spits again and I flinch back a little. "10 points from Gryffindor!" He shouts, before starting the lesson. I sigh and rub my temples. Well, that wasn't a very good first impression now was it?
"Nope," Harry smirks and I roll my eyes. I really need to stop speaking my thoughts.
"Yeah, you do," Harry agrees and I laugh quietly, shoving his shoulder gently. Lunchtime rolls around and I plop down at the Gryffindor table, mentally exhausted. We haven't done that much today, since it is the first day, but we've done way more than I ever have on the first day at my old schools and now I feel drained.
"So Maia, we heard about your little exchange with Snape," Fred snickers and George nods.
"Yeah, good going! That's bloody amazing!" He agrees and I roll my eyes.
"So, we were thinking about doing our first prank of the year on him," They suggest and I shrug.
"Whatever."
"Hmm, someone's in a bad mood," They chorus and I roll my eyes.
"I'm tired ok? Just shut up," I snap and they frown, before eating their food and ignoring me. I feel bad about snapping, but I honestly don't want to be reminded about pranks and school. I wanna relax until my next class. If I can.