BRR! - A Sturniolo Triplet Special

october twenty-first

HARRY POTTER AU - MATT

PART ONE

'if you're a slytherin get the fuck outta my chat'
i'm glad i write fan fiction, bc matt ain't wanna get outta her chat WHAT
(chat is cat in french BTW LMAOOOO)

also sorry this chapter is shorter than the others, but there's going to be three installments to this. Chapter one - October, chapter two - november, final chapter - december. 

speaking of french... please pardon my french i'm bad at it but DUOLINGO IS MY BESTIE (and google translate idk if yall have seen their update but you can set the language to formal, casual, and something like basic idk but they're getting smarter lol)

The Sturniolo triplets had a lot to live up to. After being sorted into Gryffindor their first year, they were quickly taken in by the two most popular Gryffindor brothers. Fred and George Weasley. During the triplets first year, the twins taught them everything they knew. Every trick spell, joke, fake treat, in the book. You name it, the triplets learned about it. Of course, the staff members of Hogwarts were not liking this at all. They already had a tough time figuring out which twin to blame, now add three same faced trouble makers into the mix, was there no end to their suffering?

Of course now, many years down the line the Weasley twins were long since graduated, but the Sturniolo triplets were sincerely living up to their name. Each of them grew into themselves, becoming their own person. Nick, the eldest triplet, was bossy and funny. He was typically more into the conversation jokes. He's also seen to be the one who does most of the talking to get them out of situations, or talk as a distractor. He was an opinionated guy also, he could always tell the good prank ideas from the bad ones. 

The middle child, Matt, he was quiet, more reserved. He liked thinking. People suspected him to be the one to watch, the lookout for any trouble. He also could see the flaw in any plan, sometimes helping Nick choose a safer option, looking inside the box rather than what the box looked like. He was also a lot more open emotionally, he could tell the people apart, people who deserved to be pranked (bully's, mean teachers, kids who looked upset and needed something to laugh about) from the people who didn't deserve it (people he didn't know at all, older kids (strong ones too), the nice teachers). Of course there was a thin line between 'shouldn't prank' and 'should prank' and Y/n L/n walked perfectly on that thin line, but more on that later. 

Finally, Chris Sturniolo. The youngest, deemed 'the ladies man'. He likes getting back girls boyfriends, gives him a good boyfriend appeal to the ladies he's always surrounded by. He's seen as cool, nonchalant, collected. He's the brains of the operation, even though sometimes people think he lacks, he's really smart. He really liked what the twins did for them, give them a legacy to uphold, not a lot of people are chill like that. Chris liked planning, he liked order when he was making up his pranks. His school and personal life were all over the place, but he took after the twins dedication to their craft. Chris liked a good joke.

Matt didn't like Slytherin girls until he met her. She was different, nothing about her screamed deadly or villainous. She was poised, chic, classy. That was something not a lot of people he was surrounded with looked like. The girls around him just looked casual. She put in extra into her appearance, her hair, even the way she walked. She was raised that way though, as she had transferred from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, in France.

Y/n's thick french accent swam circles in his mind all day. He wouldn't prank her per-se, he would tease her harmlessly. Maybe knock her quill off her table, bump into her in the halls.  He wouldn't ever forget the first time he did it, completely on accident too. Mr. Filch, in his very old age, trailing slowly behind Matt. Matt was fourteen at the time, giggling as he ran through the hallways. He turned to look behind him, seeing nothing. When he turned back, he collided with another body. They both hit the floor, both in a rush to get somewhere. They both landed with a 'humph.' Matt blinked, rubbing his head which had smacked against her. "I'm so sorry!" Matt huffed, leaning up on his knees to reach out for her. "C'est bon, don't worry about it." Matt looked her over. He hear was tied back in a low bun, some form of tinted gloss on her lips, cheeks dusted with a blush tone. Her nails were thin and long, but real, not that fake acrylic stuff the girls his age started doing. They were painted a deep green color. Matt politely helped the teenage girl stand, collecting some of the papers that she had dropped. Matt's breath hitched in his throat. She smelled like Lavender and Vanilla. Matt looked up staring straight into her eyes. "Hello?" she waved a hand in front of his face, but he was frozen.