After the whole Car fiasco we were all pretty beat, well except Hermoine since we told her what happened, which in turn received a book smack across the back of our head for our nuisance
We were getting ready for our first day back while I was waiting for Harry to finish up in the bathroom I was chatting or mostly making sounds with my snake (S/n) as he slithered around my neck
My once beloved pet was getting big, he was nearly long enough to wrap its entire body around my neck
"So what kind if snake would I be if I eat chocolate?"
"What kind?"
"Snickers"
"I don't get it"
"That's the joke, human jokes are terrible so I'm telling you one to hear how stupid it sounds"
"Sounds dumb"
"You know Parseltounge?!"
Startled. I turned my head to see Ron with his mouth gaped open as he saw me with (s/n) who slithered into my robe afraid of everything except for me
"What's Parseltounge?" I asked confused
"It's a language that only snakes know, and that You Know Who also knows how to speak it" Ron explained
"You think I know Parseltounge because of him?" I asked
"Probably, I just dont recommend that you speak it in public, people tend to freak out" he explained
"Ok noted" I replied in a monetone voice really bummed to find that talking snake is not something to be fond of
"I mean... Hey! its pretty cool how you can speak to snakes it sounds awesome" stated Ron trying to cheer me up
"I know it sounds cool but it does get annoying when spit starts to spritz out, thats the embarrassing part"
Harry then came out of the bathroom with his shaggy hair looking as he never groomed it
"Ready to go?"
"Yup"
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Our first class was Herbology as we were standing wearing some weird milk coffee colored coat, with gloves, and ear muffs around our neck as we were standing in front of some potted plants
We were all chatting until Professor Sprout came out with a plant in hand
"Morning Everyone, Welcome to Green House Three, second years. Now gather around everyone"
We all then huddled closely to the table
"Now today we are going to re-pot Madrakes, who here can tell me the properties of a Mandrake root?
"Yes Ms.Granger"
"Mandrake or Madrogor is used to return those who've been petrified to their original state, Its also quite dangerous. The Mandrakes Cry is quite fatal to anyone who hears it"
"Excellent 10 points to Gryffindor"
She then puts the pot close to her as she gives us our instructions
"Now as our Mandrakes are only still seedlings their cries wont kill you yet, but they could knock you out for several hours. Which is why I've given you each a pair of earmuffs for auditory protection. So can you please put them on right away"
We put our earmuffs on
"Alright now that's out of the way, we now grasp our Mandrake firmly, You pull it sharply out of the pot" then she yanked the Mandrake as it began to shriek even with the earmuffs the thing was loud as hell
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■The Prophecy of the Wizarding Beast■ (Male Reader)
Fanfiction- Being a wizard should come easy to those who know it, but for (Y/n), it was an ordeal discovering he was pureblood wizard, such a discovery led him to new places, friends, l̶o̶v̶e̶ t̶r̶i̶a̶n̶g̶l̶e̶s̶ and experiences . . . Though that didn't come...
