The Prankster (Marauders Era Harry Potter)

Elemental Practice

I want to cry.

But it's 2:00 AM.

So I can.

THE NEXT CHAPTER IS PROBABLY ONE OF THE LAST CHAPTERS!

*sobs*

GUYS, COMFORT ME! IT'S YOUR JOB!

im kidding, dont worry.

or am i?

MWAHAHAHAH

Sorry, I'm a tad crazy, like I always am when I'm sad.

Onto the topic at hand,

THIS BOOK IS ENDING.

IT IS LITERALLY ENDING.

OH MY GOODNESS.

And I'm looking for an excuse to make more books about Chrysalis after the sequel.

So I was wondering (And PLEASE answer this,) If you guys would be interested in reading about Chrysalis' 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th year? And about her past. Like how she came to be Chrysalis, how she got famous, etc.

ONCE AGAIN. I JUST WANT AN EXCUSE TO MAKE MORE BOOKS.

Also, the picture is of how I imagined Chrysalis' like, hand motions when she does wandless magic. But the light is the color of the element that she is using, like if she was doing something with water, the light would be blue.

ENJOY THE CHAPTER!

unless you didnt answer my question.

Just kidding, enjoy the chapter.

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Today was the day of my Elemental Practice.

I still had a few more minutes, so I decided to write a letter to Tom, and explain to him why I won't be there for half the summer.

Dear Tom,

How have things been with my parents? Hopefully good? Have they improved? If they haven't, I blame you. So, I didn't thank you for saving me, which I'm very sorry for. Now, to hear what I wrote this to talk to you about.

I can't tell you why, for multiple reasons, but I must stay at Hogwarts for a month. Don't go all Moldy Voldy on me please, though. Or else I won't come at all. MWAHAHA!

I'm sorry.

I'm also sorry I can't spend the entire summer with you, as I promised, but half is still better than nothing, right? Of course you agree me. Well I must get to classes, so I'll talk to you soon, Tom. Bye!

(by the way, if I hear from the death munchers that you are treating my parents bad, I'll kill you.)

Love,

Chrysalis.

I signed off the letter with a smile and gave it to my owl, who I don't think I introduced you to yet.

His name is Dolphin.

Because why not?

I gave the letter to Dolphin, who flew off into the skies, to find Tom.

I beamed and skipped into the bathroom, getting dressed into a white crop-top, black shorts, black, leather ankle boots, and running to Dumbledore's office. I flung the door open, strut up to him, and beamed.

"What do I start with?"

He placed a glass of water on his desk.

"Make the water come out of the class, and have it form the shape of a werewolf."