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CARINA
The next morning was more eventful than I actually expected it to be. As I entered the Great Hall, Draco is already giving the students his show by imitating a person fainting which I am sure are meant to be Potter. Parkinson also came along and teased Potter about dementors, who was also walking towards the Gryffindor table along his little set of minions.
Some students, however, are focused on me. They whisper to each other while some watch my movements like any moment I'll go berserk and destroy the great hall or torture someone. Two years ago, these students was always looking at me with awe and admiration and now all I receive are scared, hateful, and judgemental glares.
Well, I should care less because either way, I'm still a thousand times more rich than most of them, and more beautiful and more influential... I guess? But whatever, I'm better than them.
I continued walking until I reached one of the Weasley twins.
"New third-year course schedules," said George Weasley, passing them over.
"Got one for me?" I asked, sneaking under his long arms.
Unlike that Ron Weasel, I'm actually really close with his brothers, Fred and George. During my first year, they offered me to be part of their little gang who pranks other students and even teachers. I hesitated at first seeing that I still haven't accepted that I'm a Gryffindor and it will definitely reach my Grandmother if ever I did something detention worthy. They taunted me for a few days until I finally gave up and joined them for a prank which happened on our very favorite, Filch. It was nothing serious, just a little bit of sparkles and pink stuff and more sparkles. Yeah!
It definitely reached my grandmother and I received a letter from her, scolding me for what I did. Man, I was lucky it wasn't a howler. I knew I shouldn't have associated myself with Fred and George in the first place but something in me just clicks whenever I get to prank or tease others. I love it! And what I love more is after I got scolded by my grandma, the twins always took the fall for every prank even if I'm with them. They said they want me to cause trouble with them but wouldn't want me to be in trouble because of them. Nonetheless, I still get caught sometimes but only on small pranks. And that's why I love Fred and George, they were my first friends from Gryffindor.
"Always, my love," he said, handing me a piece of paper. "Hey you remember when you said you will only be allowed to join quidditch when you're on your third year? I think it's time little Black," he said as he fixed his arm to properly go around my shoulder.
"I think it is too George, that's why I brought my nimbus with me. Inform me when's the tryouts will you?" I said as I looked up to him. Merlin, this man's tall TALL.
After than, George took a seat and I skimmed through my schedule.
"What's up with you, Harry?" I heard Fred asked.
"Malfoy," said Weasel, sitting down on George's other side and glaring over at the Slytherin table.
I tuned their conversation out and decided to eat next to my friends. I sat in between Theo and Blaise while in front of us is Draco, Daphne and her little sister Astoria who seems a bit shy.
"Nice of you to sit with us, thought you were busy with your new little set of friends," was the first thing I heard Blaise said once I sat down.
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Fanfiction『 ↳✧･ﾟ Carina Estelle Black was raised exactly like a princess in a castle. Spoiled rotten. There's nothing in the world that Carina couldn't get. She is worshipped-people would stare at her, would envy her so much that they wish they live her life...
