She was just trying to practice her Lumos - Hugo had mastered the art of making his wand glow a whole week ago, and she didn't want to be left behind - when it happened. She lit her wand up and shone it on some portraits, when a scowling man in black robes commanded "Put. Your. Wand. Out."
Flustered, she his her wand in her pocket as the portrait drawled, "Of course it would be impossible for a Weasley to master the most basic of Charms."
"I'm a Potter," she corrected. "Lily Luna Potter, and I can tell you must be Severus Snape." She walked away.
What was dad thinking, naming Al after this arrogant man?
A/N: I feel another short story brewing.
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Fanfictionit wasn't easy, having so much to live up to // Harry Potter Next Gen Headcanons
