"Alternate Title: THE GUIDE TO SURVIVAL IN A FICTIONAL WORLD"
No one in 2020 would ever believe something, magical, extraordinary, right? But Nicolette, a fifteen year old girl who is drastically obsessed and in love with the Harry Potter franchise...
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CHAPTER FIFTY THREE: 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐌𝐄𝐍 ▬▬▬❦▬▬▬
"Stop it, I'm concentrating!"
"How about later, maybe you should try it on yourself first, so if you do fail it won't affect us?"
"I ain't risking myself for this, I just did you two a favor."
"If I get bitten by a spider, it's your fault, love."
"If you get bitten by a spider, congratulations, Fred. You're officially a hero."
"What?"
"Can you two just stop flirting and just start it already?"
"Geez, no need to get jealous George."
"I'm not jealous!"
"Yeah, and I'm actually dead."
"Too much dark humour, Coley."
"It's funny though, Freddie."
If you're asking, what are we doing right now?
Because of immediate change of my hair colour, George was interested, and he told Fred, now both of them are bribing me into 'helping' them make products.
So, in honour of Peter and I's creation 26 years later and 5 days ago, I suggested our cobweb prank on the Avengers. The twins were delighted by my idea.
We are currently searching for cobwebs in the whole of Grimmauld Place because one, this place is so darn old, and two, there's no way there's no cobwebs around here. Now, I'm in charge of the colour changing, George is in charge of gathering the cobwebs, and Fred is the one in charge of grabbing them manually. It doesn't mean we're not prepared, we provided gloves for Fred, he's just being dramatic about being bitten.
"We're literally wizards, why can't we just do 'Accio cobwebs'?" George sighed, arms growing tired of holding up the bags.
"Because, Georgie, we need to be hard-working folks, we can't just always use magic!" Fred adjusted his gloves, shaking his head as we proceeded to stroll around.
George and I looked at each other, before rolling our eyes and followed Fred around.
"Blood-traitors and a mudblood, walking around like they own this place." Kreacher spoke up, glaring at us.
