Inglorious Bastard (AKA how Fred Weasley almost killed me)

Arrival

At some point after turning her blasted uncle to stone, Pippa had fallen asleep. She had a whole compartment bench to herself, and it was nice.
Now, a quick reminder, she had no idea that the Weasley twins enjoyed pranks. She thought they were gentlemen, for about 3 hours.
Anyway, back to Pippa. She awoke just as the train came to a stop.

"Aw Blimey, I've got to use the restroom.." She mumbled, jumping up.

"No! You can't! You'll be late to sorting!" George yelled, jumping in front of her.

"Just follow us," Fred said, a mischievous grin on his face.

"Umm... Okay, I suppose. Is there something wrong?" She asked, confused.

"Oh no. There's nothing wrong!" Fred was still grinning madly.

Pippa shook it off, following George and Fred out of the train. People were staring at her and giggling. Did they thing her glasses looked funny? Did they think she was ugly? What was it?
She got a bit worried, but shook it off. She wasn't going to get worried over what people thought of her appearance. Her mother always said," The ugliest children grow up to be the prettiest adults", and Pippa believed that.
They boarded small boats. Fred, George, Pippa, and a boy named Lee were all on it. Lee kept giggling at Pippa. She stared him down and Fred shoved him a little.
They arrived at Hogwarts castle in the late hours of the night, but nevertheless, they had a feast. But before that could commence, sorting would have to happen.
Now, just as Pippa Rose was about to go up and be sorted, a large girl with pretty blue eyes whispered in her ear.

"The Weasley boys, they've drawn in your face. Cover your lip when you go to get sorted," she whispered.

Pippa had almost no time to process this information before her name was called.

"Pippa Wade," Dumbledore called.

She made her approach, her head low, her hand covering her mouth as she fake coughed.

The Sorting Hat chuckled.

"Ah, Pippa. So much promise. If only I knew where to put that promise... Let's see. Some of your traits point to Slytherin, and others to Hufflepuff. Not much Ravenclaw in you, not saying you're not a smart girl. I see an awful lot of Gryffindor though... And almost an equal amount of Hufflepuff... What shall we do, miss Pippa? Hmm... Well, I say... You aren't showing much bravery now, not showing what those Weasley boys did to you. Hmm..."

Pippa put her hands off of her face and closed her eyes, and the laughter erupted.

The words, "glasses hex", were written in sharpie on her upper lip. She didn't even think it made sense, but everyone found it hilarious..

"Very brave, my good dear. To that I say... GRYFFINDOR!" The sorting hat called.

Cheers erupted from the table and she got up and walked over to it, her chin in the air the whole time.
Next it was the Weasley's turn. Pippa paid no attention, as she was angry at Fred and George and they both said they'd probably get Gryffindor.

She didn't hear the Sorting Hat say...

"Ah, Frederick. Frederick Gideon Weasley. I finally get to see what you'll be. But, surprisingly enough, you have a bit of something else in that head of yours. A bit of Ravenclaw. I guess it does take smarts to pull such insane pranks. But, alas, I have to say... GRYFFINDOR!"

A small boy tapped her on the shoulder.

"Fred Weasley, having Ravenclaw blood in him? Crazy, huh?"

She just nodded a bit and listened to George's, but he was just immediately sorted into Gryffindor. They walked over and sat next to her.

"Me, a RAVENCLAW? Really? I guess I must be quite smart.." Said Fred snugly, turning to her.

"And oh, you have something on your lip," he smiled, pointing at his upper lip around the spot where the drawing was.

"Very funny, Weasley. I thought you were actually nice, but it looks like you've ruined that," she hissed.

"I see why she got a bit of Slytherin.." She heard George mutter as she walked away to the girl's lavatories.

She arrived and looked at herself in the mirror, sighing.

What and ugly girl you are, she said to herself.

After washing her face, she came back to the Great Hall. The feast had already begun, and everyone was digging in, especially the Weasleys. She quickly scooted next to Fred and dug in, grabbing a chicken leg.

No one talked the whole time, and soon the feast was over. Fred turned to her.

"Sorry bout that prank. No hard feelings?" He said, sticking his hand out.

"No hard feelings," she sighed, shaking his hand.

Buzzzzz... She felt her hair get static and she shook a little.

She laughed so hard she snorted. That was actually funny.
Fred and George laughed with her, and it took a while for them to calm down.

As they walked towards the Gryffindor dormitories, Fred and George chatted. Pippa took this time to check her classmates out. But before she could, a mean looking group of Slytherin boys stepped in front of them, cutting them off from the rest of the group.

"Oops...," one said, chuckling.

And Pippa recognized him. His mother was friends with hers!

"Pippa, what are you doing hanging out with these poor rats?" He asked coolly.

"You know very well that my family is poor too, you evil, jealous, son of a-"

"We've got quite the temper, haven't we?" He muttered, putting a hand under her chin,"Don't be that way."

"Hey, get off of her!" Fred said, pulling the older boy's hand from my chin.

"Yeah!" Said George.

The boy, whose name was Damian, looked quite flustered.

"Or what? What can a filthy piece of dirt like you do to-" he was cut off by Pippa's punch knocking him against the stair rails.

Pippa shook her fist a little and turned to the twins.

"Let's go, shall we?" She said, hooking her arms into one of each of theirs.

And then they were off. To see just how much trouble their first year at Hogwarts could cause them.