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𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐞 had always been a very humble witch. since a young age, she learned how cruel the world could be. her dexterity with humor was quite natural, although it blossomed from the toxic household she grew up in. she was very, very smart, and made sure that people didn't forget it. now, she wasn't arrogant-- far from it, actually-- but if there was one thing that she did not tolerate from others, it was assuming. though, that did make her seem quite hypocritical due to the fact that she, herself, tended to assume far too much.
on september 1st, 1990, lyra boarded the train as to begin her second year at hogwarts. she absolutely loved the school and could not wait to get back to her friends. as she took a seat in an empty compartment, she realized that it wasn't as empty as she had thought. above the seats were a few luggage cases, though there did seem to be an empty seat or two. with that, she placed her carry on above her head and took a seat, then began to read her book.
she hadn't been there for long before the train began to move. she started questioning where the others had gone. she looked at the cases to find the names of their owners. to her surprise, she had picked the compartment with her fellow ravenclaw classmates. she smiled and took her seat once again, this time laying her head against the window.
by the time she woke up, the train had almost arrived at the school. her friends had finally returned and they seemed to be trying to figure out how to get their luggage down from the top railings. lyra figured that she had ought to try to help them out a little. maybe they were stuck on something; she stood up and went to grab roger davies's case, thinking it was hers.
"no no no!" robert hilliard attempted to warn her, but it was too late. she had pulled the case off of the shelf, triggering the dung bombs. they all began coughing up a storm as they rushed out of the compartment.
"what in the bloody hell was THAT?" lyra screeched, gasping for fresh air.
"that would be a string of dung bombs that the weasley boys set up while we were all in the bathroom. we were trying to deactivate them," davies said.
she looked at davies and grinned. "oopsies!"
"yeah, 'oopsies' my ass, pevensie," he scoffed.
"quite grouchy today, are we?"
"slightly irritated, that's all," he responded, turning away to grab the luggage after the foul stench had dissipated.
"at what?"
"the sorting hat for putting you in ravenclaw. you make this house look like a bloody wreck."
lyra pretended to faint as she collapsed onto the seat. "oh how i love toxic masculinity!"
"if honesty is toxic masculinity, then me too."
the humorous bickering continued until their friend thea reaves walked in. "not you two arguing again," she rolled her eyes.
"not you thinking we're arguing again," roger mocked. this earned him a firm smack upside the head.
"alright, pevensie, let's get off this bloody train." and with that, lyra, robert, and thea followed roger off the train, suitcases in hand.
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usually, well last year at least, lyra ate with her friends at the feast in the great hall. this time, though, she had decided to sneak in the the gryffindor boy's dormitory to get fred and george back, and, of course, she got in successfully.she went straight to the boys' trunks and found their shampoo and conditioner bottles. she added a dark blue dye to one set of soaps and a velvet colored dye to the others. then she went over to their bed and placed whoopee cushions beneath their sheets because it was an absolutely iconic muggle prank.
it didn't take long to set things up, so once everything was back in its place, she headed back down to dinner, completely unnoticed to everyone but her friends.
"blimey, where've you been? robert almost had to use the prefect excuse to go find you," roger scolded her.
"no need for that. just wanted to check a few things off my to-do list," she smiled.
"bloody hell, what are you up to now, pevensie?" thea muttered, shaking her head.
the rest of the night ended up playing out fairly well. it was the next morning that had everyone dying of laughter.
"which one of you bloody fools did it? i know it was one of you!" fred accused, standing in front of the ravenclaw friends with royal blue hair the next morning. they smirked and continued eating. "don't act like you can't hear me."
lyra turned herself around. "well, blimey, don't you two look fabulous!" she commented.
"thanks, mate, i think this shade of red really suits me!" george chuckled. he obviously didn't seem bothered by it, but fred on the other hand was furious.
"absolutely right, weasley number 1," she laughed. "but why do you assume it was us?"
"cause you lot were the only ones we pranked!"
"well that's quite the lie you've come up with, weasley number 2. you've pranked multiple--"
"don't get smart with me, pevensie. who did it?"
lyra was shocked. not only at the fact that the weasley boy knew her name, but also at the boy's attitude. though she couldn't quite tell them apart, they were both known to be very kind and humorous people; never got angry or shouted.
"oopsies," she smirked before turning back to her breakfast. this seemed to cause a bit of a commotion behind her.
"leave it, mate, it's only a prank. you can't assume that people aren't going to try to get us back at some point. it'll fade"
