Riana's POV
"Look at today!" Ron exclaims as we were handed our time tables for the year. "History of Magic, double Potions, Divination and double Defence Against the Dark Arts. Binns, Snape, Trelawney and that Umbridge woman all in one day! I wish Fred and George'd hurry up and get those Skiving Snackboxes sorted" he mutters.
"Do mine ears deceive me?" Fred asks as he appears with George. "Hogwarts prefects surely don't wish to skive off lessons?" he asks.
"Look what we've got today" Ron says handing him his time table. "That's the worst Monday I've ever seen" he states.
"At lease Hermione and I get a break with Arithmancy" I say with a shrug. Though I am not looking forward to Umbridge's class. She'd ever train us to kill half-breeds or not teach us magic as all.
"Fair point, little bro" Fred states looking at the schedule. Before putting it down. "You can have a bit of Nosebleed Nougat cheap if you like" he tells him.
"Why's it cheap?" Ron asks suspiciously.
"Because you'll keep bleeding till you shrivel up, we haven't got an antidote yet" George tells him.
"Cheers, but I think I'll take the lessons" Ron tells them. As he pockets his schedule.
"And speaking of your Skiving Snackboxes" Hermione says. "You can't advertise for testers on the Gryffindor noticeboard" she tells the twins.
"Says who?" George asks her.
"Says me and Ron" Hermione tells him.
"Leave me out of it" Ron tells her hastily. She just gives him a glare. As his brothers snigger.
"You'll be singing a different tune soon enough, Hermione" Fred tells her. "You're starting your fifth year, you'll be begging us for a Snackbox before long" he states.
"And why would starting fifth year mean I want a Skiving Snackbox?" Hermione asks him.
"Fifth year's OWL year" George answers as his brother had his mouth full.
"So?" Hermione asks.
"So you've got your exams coming up, haven't you? They'll be keeping your noses so hard to that grindstone they'll be rubbed raw" Fred declares.
"Half our year had minor breakdowns coming up to OWLs" George states. "Tears and tantrums. Patricia Stimpson kept coming over faint" he explains.
"Kenneth Towler came out in boils, d'you remember?" Fred asks him.
"That's 'cause you put Bulbadox powder in his pyjamas" George reminds him.
"Oh yeah" Fred says with a smile. "I'd forgotten . . . hard to keep track sometimes, isn't it?" he asks.
"Anyway, it's a nightmare of a year, the fifth" George tells us.
"Something tells me NEWTs will be worse" I tell him.
"If you care about exam results, anyway. Fred and I managed to keep our peckers up somehow" he says with a shrug.
"Yeah . . . you got, what was it, three OWLs each?" Ron asks them.
"Yeah" Fred agrees. "But we feel our futures lie outside the world of academic achievement" he states.
"We seriously debated whether we were going to bother coming back for our seventh year" George states. "Now that we've got our OWLs. I mean, do we really need NEWTs? But we didn't think Mum could take us leaving school early not on top of Percy turning out to be the world's biggest prat" he tells us.
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Part - Vampire at Hogwarts
FanfictionRiana Sanguini Adleril-Von is a part-vampire. She is going to her third year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She is good friends with Harry, Hermione and Ron. They have gone through a lot in their first two years. But she has been a...
