Via's POV

I rubbed my eyes, yawned and took a seat. It was the first class, transfiguration.

"Alright there, Potter?" Mattheo acknowledged, sitting beside me, flipping his textbook open.

"No, I was hanging out with a prat and didn't get much sleep," I replied, putting my head on the desk.

He chuckled, "Well, I find your gratitude heartwarming."

I was about to reply with a snarky comment but McGonagall entered before I could.

"Well then, open up your textbooks to page number three. Read through the instructions, collect your frogs from the water tank and make pineapples. Extra points, if the inside is more pineapple than frog. Note that you must collect only one frog per two students, your acquaintance next to you will be your partner for this project."

She sat down and started going through some files, looking quite stressed. I stared at her, wondering what might have happened.

She glanced up and looked at Theo, then fixed her gaze on me and raised her eyebrows.

"I'd believe it would be more beneficial for you to read your instructions rather than stare at my desk pensively, Ms. Potter."

I looked down at my book, ignoring my sniggering acquaintance. My godmother could be mean sometimes damn.

"It would not do well to laugh if you aren't done, Mr Riddle."

I smiled, starting to read and take in the words.

"Seems simple enough," Theo whispered, getting up, "Imma go grab a frog."

I nodded. He came back with a frog from the tank and put it on the desk sliding it off his hand with his wand.

Oh, that sounds so wrong.

I put a glass on it and looked at it putting my head on level with it to see the frog better.

"Okay then," I started, "I'll count to three and remove the glass and you have to shoot the spell immediately, it'll be fine a second after three, but if you shatter the glass, you'll probably be kicked out of class."

I paused, taking a deep breath.

"Oh and if you-"

"I got it, I read the damned book." He said, failing at reassuring me.

"Well, Mr Riddle, suit yourself but I will never forgive Marcy Doorman for turning my hand into a pencil," I replied, poking his shoulder.

"What? You have to tell me that story."

"I asked you to transfigure, not talk, Ms Potter and Mr Riddle." McGonagall interrupted us.

We diverted our gazes to the frog sheepishly.

I held up three fingers, slowly putting them down. As I had just put my second finger down, Mattheo almost yelled out, "Vera Verto!"

The entire class, including McGonagall, looked up, just in time to see the glass shatter in my hand as the frog transformed. I let go of the glass pieces and examined my hand. There was a big slash on it.

I looked at the frog to see if this slash was worth anything. Ah, a pineapple. Atleast we succeeded. I looked at Theo who had his head in his hands.

"Atleast we succeeded?" I shrugged, saying it more to the class than me and Theo.

"Urgh, I'm sorry about your hand."

I shrugged and looked around, and saw everyone's gaze fixed on the pineapple, which by this time had begun shaking. Me and Mattheo looked at it synced, which he seemed to notice too since he gave me a handshake under the desk.

He didn't let go of my hand, instead started feeling the slash as we both stared at the pineapple intently, wondering what was about to happen.

I watched in horror as the pineapple grew green legs, and started to hop.

For a moment, all of us were quiet.

Mattheo's POV

And then the chaos was unleashed, as it bounced from place to place, breaking stuff. People ducked, with some smartass ravenclaws using protego.

I saw McGonagall get up with a sigh as she collected her files and went to her room with a swish of her wand.

Wow. Mood.

I ducked as the pineapple... hopped? jumped? whatever, it crossed over me.

Everyone seemed to be running, trying to open windows and doors.

I ran opening seven windows madly in a record time of four seconds.

Time went by slowly as if Amenadiel was here.

It smashed a window, and the shards went flying everywhere.

All those windows opened for nothing.

I shielded my face, but one flew slashing my arm. Everyone ran to the broken window, trying to look out without hurting themselves on the glass.

Everyone seemed to be in a fit of hysterics, as the laughter started at the hell being unleashed on the sappy couples near the lake whose picnic had just been ruined.

Via pulled me from the crowd, and whispered, "We've gotta fix it."

"Why? It's going to be a classic comedic relief, hell maybe even Peeves's pet." I thought of the ghost, who was the closest thing I had for a role model.

She shook her head, "My godmother will kill us."

"Who?" I asked, confused why someone might want to kill us.

"Dude. Olivia Minerva Potter. That's my full name." She said, looking deadly serious.

"Oh fuck!" I exclaimed slapping my head with my hand.

"Yo yo yo people," I said in a panic, trying to get everyone to get out as I pulled out two random chicks, "Get to the hospital wing if you're injured and then we gotta fix the pineapple before McGonagall is ready enough to deal with her day."

It was another beautiful representation of chaos, as realisation hit people, the horror-stricken expressions, as everyone hurried out of the classroom in different directions. I checked my timetable as I ran, cheering inwardly as I saw that I had a free period.

I hurried outside, ignoring the throbbing in my arm. I saw Via with a bunch of other people outside shooting spells. I ran over to a random guy, "Yo dude, sup?" giving him an upward nod.

"Bad. It went into the lake. If Jack doesn't pass it out..." He shook his head.

"Alr, who Jack?" I asked peering at the lake.

"The squid." answered a blonde chick behind me, who was a Hufflepuff, judging by her robes.

Yeugh.

They named a squid? They trust a squid instead of going in the water like normal people. Of course, they do.

I shook my head, bending down and cupping the water. Suddenly a giant tentacle emerged with a pineapple.

Now I see why no one was going into the water.

"Bombarda!" yelled a familiar voice. Oh, Via.

I cringed as tentacle bits went everywhere, the pineapple going back into the water one landing on my face.

Yeuch.

I grabbed it off and put it back in the lake.

"That's enough to make tentacle soup for...for a six hundred thirty-six football teams!" exclaimed someone excitedly.

Urgh Americans. Measuring everything by football.

Wait.

"What soup?!" I exclaimed not wanting that on the feast table.