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"What the hell is that?" I asked, confronting Harry. He lifted up a book on something called 'The Philosopher's Stone." "Philosophy isn't one of your assigned subjects," I said. "I've already finished those, this is some free reading to know more about the stone that Snape is trying to take," he explained. "Yeah no, I'm gonna need a better explanation to keep that hidden," I replied with an arched eyebrow. He groaned. "There's a stone on the third floor that Snape wants to take and use for evil," he explained. "And why would he do that?" I laughed. "Because he's a Slytherin," he answered. "Hmm, I didn't know I was evil," I joked. "Didn't mean it like that," He muttered as he kept reading. "And how did you mean it?" I asked. "Well Ron says Slytherins are naturally evil and sneaky and he's been here longer, plus you do have dark tendencies," he explains. "Dark is not synonymous with evil," I argued. "But most times it is," he argued. Okay Jerkface, let's play.
"Sherman Devore," I challenged. "Aunt Petunia literally fired him for being a deranged sociopath, try harder," Harry scoffed before saying, "Adolf Hitler." Way to pick the obvious answer. "Ambitious? Yes, Manipulative? Yes, but since when is manipulation a Slytherin trait?" I asked. "Most of you guys are," Harry argued. "You don't know most of us," I scoffed, "All of us are ambitious, most of us are pretty clever, a good amount of us are pretty cunning, but the manipulative bit I've only observed in a few," I said, "Ron Weasley is pretty manipulative as well," I said, "And McGonagall, that Quidditch trick was pretty sneaky," I added for good measure. "Fair point, still, Hitler?" Harry asked. "Oh no he was probably a Slytherin, but that's just because of his methods," I said. "Andrew Jackson," I said. "Damn it!" Harry hissed. "Draw," I said extending my hand out the way Uncle Vernon taught us. "Deal," Harry agreed as he shook it.
With that I stood up and dusted off my dress grabbing a book from the nearby shelf. "Good luck with your," I scrunched up my nose, "extracurricular project." He groaned, "When you say it like that it sounds bad!" He whined. I rolled my eyes. "I just think you're acting way too gullible for someone of your credentials," I explained. "You know you don't have to leave!" Harry called. "Huh?" I asked. "I mean, you can stay," he said. I smiled and sat down next to him, opening the book I grabbed.
"Do you even know what you picked out?" He asked after a bit of silence. "No, but seeing as we're sitting in the arts section," I flipped over my book revealing to title to be 'Basics of Enchanted Music Theory' "it doesn't matter," I beamed. Harry rolled his eyes. "Such a good parrot, Aunt Petunia would be proud," he teased. "Aww, you'll make me blush," I whispered as I went back to reading, making time to tease Harry, every so often about his book choices. Seriously he's so gullible, I should've known with how he follows Uncle Vernon like a lost puppy. I stole another glance at my brother. At least he's learned to relax, that's more than Magnolia Prep did for him.
Authors note: Hey loves, I hope everyone (especially us African Americans) are doing alright right now. I personally am dying as I am both sick and in the midst of prepping for finals. On that note, I will write longer chapters and try to push them out more consistently as we reach the holiday period that is late November-December.
