Fuck. Wow. (The story of my fuckin life)
Olivia's POV
There was a lot of noise in the Potter Maner as the 4 Potters packed for Hogwarts.
"Mum, have you seen my wand?"
"Mum, James took my book! Can I hex him?"
"Mum, Via hexed me!"
"Oh quit it you baby!"
"Quit it you both"
"Via did have her reason to hex him," Ginny called from the room.
"YESSSS! Thanks, Mum."
Ah, the joy of having an understanding parent. Something most of you people wouldn't understand.
Mum entered the room, still in jeans and a crop top (she had been out for a while and had to go to her Holyhead harpies practice in an hour), "I see you've been making progress." She looked around at all of our trunks, "You've all got at least 1/4th of your stuff packed. Please go outside when you're done. Kreacher's gone through three tins of aspirin so far from two days ago since he discovered aspirin."
What the fuck. We aren't even that bad, are we?
Yeah never mind, we're terrible
Outside…
"So what did you find out James?" I asked.
Every year, McGonagall (my godmother finally got her much-deserved credit in the Potters family name), runs her yearly plan through the ministry and that meeting is usually held in our hall. It's mostly to piss off the very small number of death eaters that that same meeting hall is being used that was for Wizarding War I.
It pisses off the portraits too and my mom loves doing that because of the one time they woke her up by yelling 'BLOOD TRAITOR'
Never piss off my mother.
Ever.
WOW, I have ADHD. I got so goddamn off-topic from explaining the topic to the portraits.
We take turns eavesdropping, trying to get the gist of what'll happen.
Al and James went this time.
"Via-via-VIA!" Al yelled in my year.
"What?" I yelled right back.
Lily sighed in a resigning-like way.
James rolled his eyes and asked, "Did you hear anything?"
I inhaled sharply.
"There were some secret dorms that Minerva has discovered so two people will be assigned a dorm," James replied, lazily flicking his wand and transfiguring random stuff into ducks.
And no, you don't want to know. You don't.
I tossed some bread to the ducks absent-mindedly.
"Awesome," Lily said with absolutely zero enthusiasm. I'm assuming she's just replaying what she said before and said it with much more enthusiasm earlier.
"Do we get to choose..." I trailed off, hoping someone would answer.
James shrugged. Of course, he didn't know.
"Well, what if we do?" I asked to plan this out so I could call on whomever I wanted my partner to be.
James suggested, "Maybe let's not go for only siblings."
I shrugged. I'm a master at winging it.
It's what's done by everyone all the damned time.
"Well also, the Riddle triplets are going to attend and they're sort of just joining in the third year." Albus chimed in.
Huh. Cool.
"Y'all want snacks? Your mum just left through the floo." Kreacher said passing out pancakes from the window
I stood up to get it.
We heatedly discussed who taught Kreacher the word 'Y'all'.
It was probably James.
We all quickly gobbled our banana pancakes with mayo.
Yea, I know.
But it tastes good, trusts me.
I swear to god, the number of people who had a problem with this on Wattpad.
We all went to our rooms and did our stuff.
Me playing video games
Lily making potions
James and Albus making a new prank item
Everything was normal as hell.
Oh, if only I knew, how not normal it was about to get.
The next day, we were all taken to the station. I barrel into the platform being the last of my siblings.
Off-topic, being the youngest is either awesome or sucky.
It's both for me.
I boarded the train with my siblings in silence, just sort of following them around. We got into a particularly busy cabin full of redheads.
Hello, cousins.
"I wonder what the Riddles are like," I said, to fill up a small patch of silence.
I either love silence or resent it.
I guess we're going with resentment for now.
The chatter immediately restarts, talking about everyone's imaginations of what they'll be like.
I hope to god they're either horrible and easy to resent or the most awesome human beings on Earth who are very likeable.
I'm a friendly person I would suppose, because well, evidence.
"Hey folks," said a voice coming directly from the door which had been slid open, "Anyone knows where the loo is?"
"Hey," said Lily.
Girl.
No.
Don't you even. We do this every year, goddamit, fucker.
"Ah," said another guy coming up to the door slightly pushing the first boy away, "Our dad wouldn't be glad if we hang out with you people. Mind if we stay after you just point out my dear brother, Tom, who has a small bladder."
'Tom' punched this guy in the gut.
"Uh. I'll take you," said Lily getting up.
Of course, she will.
We moved a bit making space for the Riddles.
I took my time observing this other Riddle. He looked hot; charismatic.
He came in sitting on the floor near my feet, completely ignoring the space we had just made.
"What's your name?" I asked interested.
Of course, interested in what the oh-so-magnificent Voldemort thought were good names.
"I'm Mattheo," he said looking up at my face, "you can call me Theo."
He paused and then continued, "My brother Ace is just getting some wizard candy from the Trolley."
"Aren't you triplets?" asked Louis, quick to notice how Mattheo and Tom did not look alike.
Me? I was busier in being a normal thirteen-year-old girl and just noticing his looks.
"Yea, pretty much but, guess what I am the odd one out. So, Ace and Tom look the same and I… well I'm built differently." He explained.
The Riddles were quick to adjust and fit in with all of us.
As we got off the train and started going off to the castle, Mattheo nudged me, "You're rather short, aren't you?"
"Hey!" I said, "I'm not that short."
He laughed, "You're like four inches shorter than me."
Golden fuckin opportunity, "Yea, I guess that would seem like a lot to you."
"Ooooo," he said, "Good one. But I wouldn't worry about that, darlin." He lifted my chin.
Fuck.
Wow.
Needless to say, I'm very excited for this year now.
