~I solemnly swear I am up to no good~
An aspiring Quidditch player, friend, prank enthusiast and 1/5 of the Marauders. Opal Wings has almost everything she wants in life, but one masquerade ball can change things, her best friend could become someth...
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"James Fleamont Potter! Hurry up!" Opal called from the bottom of the stairs, she was standing in her neighbours and best friends house, Potter Manor. James and Opal had been best friends since they were children.
Their parents had lived next door to each other for many years before that, since the two were born, there hadn't been a quiet day.
James walked out of his bedroom pushing his heavy trunk down the stairs, his glasses almost slid off the end of his nose but he caught them just in time.
"Opal Celestine Wings!" James mocked. "I had to finish packing."
"Really? You couldn't have finished packing last night or a month ago?" Opal asked, crossing her arms and raising her eyebrows, strongly reminding herself of her mother.
"So when did you pack?" James questioned.
"I've had my trunk packed since May, thank you very much."
James squinted his eyes at her before she cracked.
"Okay fine, I had to add in a few things this morning but other than that."
"Well sorry I'm not as prepared as you are."
The two walked into the drawing room, towards the fireplace using floo powder to go across the road to Wings manor.
"Opal! James!" Opal's older sister, Amethyst, complained wiping soot off her brand-new robes. "He lives two minutes away!"
"Sorry, you shouldn't have been in the way." Opal replied, also wiping soot off her clothes, luckily, she hadn't changed into her first-year robes yet. Opal didn't know why she was complaining, they were using floo powder to get to the station.
Amethyst's twin sister, Emerald laughed as she was squeaky clean.
"Stop laughing, Em."
Opal looked around the room where three trunks, four now James had added to the end of it. Two cages with brown owls in it, Hootdini and Owlivia, were her older sisters' owls, those weren't their names James and Opal had decided that Mattie and Tillie weren't owl appropriate names.
On the sofa in front of the large empty portrait, which usually had her great, great grandfather Pollard Wings, an old headmaster of Hogwarts. He most likely was in his other portrait in Professor Dumbledore's office, Killian and Fleamont were sat next to each other, Killian was now wide awake, unlike this morning when he was rudely awoken by his daughter.
"You should have seen our boy last night." Fleamont chuckled as Killian told him the story. "I'm sure Effie slipped him a few drops of sleeping potion to calm him down."
Killian Wings was a retired quidditch player, he was a famous keeper for the Chudley Cannons, one of the best. But after his prime he decided it was enough after twenty years of playing the sport. He'd recently retired and worked at the ministry, still involved with quidditch but Opal thought it was a very boring job and wasn't as good as the real game.
