Mary Potter and The Philosopher's Stone (Harry Potter's Transgender Twin Sister)

Facts n Feathers

"Quidditch is easy enough to understand. Each time has seven players, 3 chasers, that's you Mary, 2 beaters, 1 keeper and a seeker. That's you Harry. There are three kinds of balls" said Oliver as he picked up a red one. "This one's called the Quaffle. Now, the chasers handle the Quaffle and try to put it through one of those three hoops" Oliver said to Mary as he pointed to the hoops in the Quidditch pitch in the distance. "The keeper, that's me, defends the hoops" said Oliver and he threw the quaffle ball to Mary. "With me so far" asked Oliver
"I think so. What are those" asked Mary as she threw the quaffle back, and pointed to two squirming chained down balls.
"You better take these" said Oliver as he handed the twins each a small bat. He bent down and released one ball. With an angry growl, it flew off into the air. The three watch it.
"Careful now, it's comin' back" shouted Oliver. The balls came whizzing down, and Harry cracked at it with the bat. The ball soars off through a statue, rebounded, came back and Mary hit it twice as hard,
"not bad, Potters, you'd make a fair beater... Uh-oh" The ball zoomed down, and Oliver grabbed it, wrestling to get it back in the box. He succeeded and was out of breath.
"What is that" asked Harry.
"Bludger. Nasty little buggers. But you, Harry, are the seeker, and the only thing I want you to worry about is this... the Golden Snitch" said Oliver as he handed Harry a walnut sized golden ball.
"I like this ball" said Harry
"Ah, you like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast and damn near impossible to see" said Oliver.
"What do I do with it" asked Harry.
"You catch it... before the other team's seeker. You catch this, the game is over. You catch this, Harry, and we win"
The ball fluttered out two delicate wings and jumped into the air. Harry keept an eye on it.
"Whoa" exclaimed Harry.
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*In Professor Flitwick's class - charms*
Filtwick was very short, and was standing on a bunch of books to make up for his stature and to see his class.
"One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation the ability to make objects fly. Uh, do you all have your feathers?" "Good. Now, uh, don't forget the nice wrist movement we've been practicing, hmm? The swish and flick. Everyone"
"swish and flick" chorused the class.
"Good. And enunciate. Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go then"
The class began to enunciate and do the movements on their feathers.
"Wingardium Levio-saaa" said Draco.
"Wingardrium Leviosar" shouted Ron, he stabbed his wand really fast numerous times. Hermione stops him.
"Stop, stop, stop. You're going to take someone's eye out. Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's Levi-o-sa, not Leviosar" said Hermione.
"You do it then if you're so clever. Go on, go on" Ron dares her.
Hermione straightened up and swished her wand.
"Wingardium Leviosa". The feather glowed and lifted up.
"Oh, well done! See here, everyone! Ms. Granger's done it! Oh, splendid" exclaimed Professor Flitwick.
Ron put his head on his books dejectedly. Seamus began swishing at his feather.
"Wingard Levosa"
"Well done, dear" said Professor Flitwick to Hermione.
An almighty explosion flashed. Flitwick gasped, as Ron and Hermione turned to the source of the explosion.
"Whooaaa! Ooh" exclaimed Flitwick.
Seamus was charred, (again) with his feather, now smoldering to ashes.
"I think we're going to need another feather over here, Professor" said Harry, who was next to Seamus.
Roxy and Mary laughed.
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*after class*
Neville, Harry, Ron and Seamus were walking through a courtyard with, Mary and Roxy trailing behind.
"It's Levioooosa, not Leviosaaaar. She's a nightmare, honestly. No wonder she hasn't got any friends" said Ron.
Hermione rushed past Ron, hugging her books and sniffling in tears.
"I think she heard you" said Harry.
Hermione disappeared into the crowd, deeply hurt by Ron's words.
"Ron, you foul lying git" shouted Roxy
"She does have friends, us" said Mary, and she and Roxy chased after Hermione.