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Chapter Three: Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs

Your first year at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry seemed to fly by faster than you could say Dumbledore. Each morning you awoke in your blanket-covered bed, greeted by bright, warm sunshine that shone through your dorm window.

You'd blink and stare at the ceiling, convinced that everything had been a dream. And then you'd roll over and see Selene, one of your roommates and now your friend, snoring away softly, her hair stuck to her cheeks with drool. You'd bolt up in excitement and grin at your other roommate Ishani, who would always be wide awake no matter how early it was. Ishani would beam at you, already dressed in her neat and tidy uniform, and you'd squeal in delight. 

When the three of you would giddily walk into the Great Hall for breakfast, two red-headed freckly boys would wave eagerly at you from across the room, sometimes even leaping up out of their seats to bid you good morning. You'd wave back and sheepishly grin. Charlie and Bill Weasley would nod or wink at you too. Percy Weasley was always reading a book or telling Fred off for something.

Though you still studied and worked exceptionally hard in all of your classes, the year had begun with a lot more fun than you had anticipated. You ran and laughed through the halls you'd eventually come to remember, trying to sneak into locked corridors or into the kitchens with Fred and George and their new friend Lee Jordan. The four of you very quickly became known to the school's caretaker, Mr Filch, who'd realised that you were the latest generation of rulebreakers. Or rulebenders, as Fred liked to dub you all.

You had to admit, however, you were slightly grateful that you didn't share a house with Fred, George and Lee. As Charlie had said, it gave you the chance to study without disruption. The Ravenclaw common room had become a home to you. The ceiling-high windows provided you with a perfect view of the sprawling grounds, the Great Lake shimmering beneath the sun. It was always peaceful and calm, often the only sound being the crackling of the fireplace. Though, you felt a little more at home when you were with the Weasley twins. 

Your love for your studies grew as the days did. You didn't dislike the piles upon piles of homework as much as you thought you would- or at least as much as Fred and George did. Despite their constant moans about the essays, however, they, like you, got good marks and high grades. Astronomy and Transfiguration became your favourite subjects to study, and you'd often go above and beyond in each. Professor McGonagall, the teacher for Transfiguration, began to provide you with higher-level assignments. Just the sight of your essay questions sent your friends into panic mode. Fred would slump his head on the table, George would wrinkle his nose and Lee would pretend to faint.

"She's trying to kill you!" Fred would cry, reading the prompt: "Discuss the role of concentration and intent in successful Transfiguration. How do they interact with wand movement and incantation, and why might two students casting the same spell achieve different results?"

The twins, much to their delight, absolutely bested you at one subject in particular: flying.

"I've never flown a broomstick before," you said nervously, biting your lip. You glanced down at the stick of wood in front of you, its twiggy bristles sticking out in odd, uneven lengths. "I'm going to fall right off and embarrass myself."

Fred chuckled from your right side, his red hair shining in the sunlight. "Don't worry, we'll catch you before you go splat."

You frowned playfully. "Thanks for that reassurance, Fred," you sighed, folding your arms.

George snorted from Fred's side. "He'll probably miss and let you splat on purpose," he said with a grin.

"I'll try to get it on camera," Lee laughed from your left.

"Brilliant. I'm going to plummet to my death at the age of eleven and you three nincompoops are going to photograph it," you sighed, shaking your head.