When two letters arrive in the post for the Potters inviting them to a school for wizards Pippa is beyond excited. She was ready to start fresh somewhere new where she could actually be someone, where she could be special.
However, Hogwarts was not...
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I'd been sitting for 2 hours in Snape's office as he interrogated me about the prank. He was convinced I was at fault (he wasn't wrong but it still hurt). Snape had been droning on for so long that I wanted to slam my head into a wall.
"I didn't do anything." I groaned for the hundredth time. I swear if I had to repeat myself one more time I was gonna lose my mind.
"I know you were behind this vicious attack." He hissed making me burst into a fit of giggles.
"S-sorry, Vicious attack? You were just pink for a bit." I struggled to talk through my wheezing. Snape glared at me like I'd just murdered his dog in front of him. "I- go on."
"The attack was advanced and it would need someone who excels at potions. Th-"
"You think I excel at potions?" I gave him my most annoying, most cocky grin the one that got me locked in my room for weeks. His beady little eyes looked even darker than usual and his nostrils flared.
"You seem to be confused Potter, I could have you expelled."
"Yeah, you say that a lot." I rolled my eyes at the professor (he was such a drama queen).
Suddenly there was a knock on the classroom door— Professor McGonagall poked her head into the room.
"Ahh, Potter, there you are. You're late for your detention."
I groaned internally. Detention, yay! You might be thinking 'Wait, Pip. You said you were definitely doing all your homework, what happened?'
I actually have been handing my homework in on time. My detention was because I was caught throwing things in Hermione's bushy hair (I was trying to see if I could do it without her noticing). Apparently, it counts as harassing another student.
"Potter and I are having a meeting about her behaviour. My assault is far more important than your detention." Snape said with a snarky attitude.
I stared at him. Even I wasn't stupid enough to talk to Professor McGonagall. Her face was blank almond stone like the only sign of annoyance was her nostrils flaring.
"Do you have any concrete proof of Miss Potter's involvement in the prank?"
"I know she is behind this, she's just like her father. An underachieving delinque-"
"It's not my fault you're a slimy snivelling little creep. Loads of people would want to see you like that." I snapped.
My dad was not an underachiever, he was head boy.
"Miss Potter... please wait outside." Professor McGonagall told me her eyes never left Snape.
I shoved up out of my chair storming out into the corridor. How dare that bat-like weirdo call me and my dead father underachieving delinquents. He was the one stuck teaching teenagers basic potions, talk about underachieving.
