James Potter and the annoying Twin Sister

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As we slowly came to a stop in Hogsmeade, I snatched my wand and used it to shrink our pranking-trunk down to pocket size, as I quickly secured it in my pocket.

"Ingenious, little sis!" James said to me. I rolled my eyes, not amused with his pathetic joke.

"Little? We are the same age!"

"Ah yes, about that. May I remind you, Mum mentioned that I AM 3 minutes older." He said, smiling like a blithering idiot, as he thought he was very clever. I glared at him as we hopped into the carriages and an invisible force pulled us off towards Hogwarts.

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The three of us stumbled into Hogwarts with tears of laughter. We had just changed Jacob Montague's Hair to a bright and vibrant yellow. He was still storming around, yelling 'Who did this? It's not funny!'

As he noticed our cheeky expressions, he immediately came over, fuming.
"You!" He called, pointing at our group as he stomped towards us. He inspected our snickering faces, and after a bit of trying to get the color out of his hair, he stood up a bit straighter. His hair was slowly but surely changing back to a dark brown-ish black, his natural hair color.

"I'll let you go this time, but only because it's wearing away faster than I expected it to. Oh, and by the way, you've gotten hot Potter." He smirked and winked at me. My cheeks burned.

"Why thank you. I quite agree, I am pretty damn hot." James joked, but his voice was the only part of him joking. His body screamed kill and if looks could kill, well... Goodbye to Jacob Montague.

Continuing to walk through the castle grounds, James was walking swiftly and silently, while me and Aiden casually tried to talk while walking normally. James had his hands in his pockets as his gaze stayed firmly on the ground, unwavering.

"So ...um, Aiden what should we do first?"

He leaned in a bit before whispering in my ear, "I think we should get Jamesie Boy to lighten up." I chuckled slightly as we walked into the great hall, immersed with many other students. We quickly found our spot at the Gryffindor table and 're-claimed' it for ourselves. The speeches and sorting was horrible wait for such a mouth-watering feast, even if Lily got sorted into Gryffindor. None of it was nearly as good as the food.

And then I heard those blessed words.

"Let the feast begin!"

As I made my very bare plate into something of a mini-mountain, I noticed that James seemed to have forgotten all about the little 'incident'. Speaking of which, I thought, what does his hair look like?

I quickly glanced over at the Slytherin Table across the hall and picked out the still slightly-yellow head of Jacob. He seemed to notice my little glance, and promptly winked before going back to his dinner.

Bloody Creepy if you ask me.

And so dinner went. Chattering, Catching up, eating our hearts out. I love feasts. So much food.

-2 Hours Later-

"How was holiday, Josie?" One of my best-friends Emily Vance asked me. She could barely be seen in the moonlight through the windows in our dormitory, with strawberry blonde hair and glistening brown eyes. She was very petite for a girl of 14, but could pack a punch no less.

"Oh it was great! Dad and Mum took us to Romania to see uncle Charlie and Aunt Melanie. Their daughter Sierra is so cute! You'd love her. We also went to shell cottage for a week and Dom and I built a great big fort and Vici yelled at us because we were laughing all night." I ranted to Em as our other Partner in crime eased herself into her bed. "Dad was in a lot at work though. There's something crazy happening at the ministry right about now, I guess."

"Still sounds exciting. Quite the opposite of my holiday though" Angelina Baxton told us in a dreadful voice. Angelina's shoulder-length silky silver-blonde hair hung down and framed her delicate face. She was pale, but wore makeup to hide it, she had deep blue eyes and a bucket of freckles.

"At least your older sister didn't screech at you every waking minute." My dear cousin Dominique (Dom) Weasley told us about her sister Victoire's antics. Vici had been made HeadGirl this year and had taken the role very seriously. She was very proud.

"Who has an elastic?" I called out as I began to brush out my waist-length jet black hair which matched my extremely striking green eyes. Just like James, and just like Dad.

"Me!" Dom called as she flicked me a thick white elastic at me. I grabbed it gratefully and snapped it around my wrist as I began the long and vigorous process of French braiding my seemingly endless hair.

Once I was done, I layed my head down to the pillow and fell into a sleep that wouldn't do me any good, since I was such a light sleeper. But it was sleep all the same, and I was greatful.

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