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Rivalry - Harry Potter Prompt

Merlin's beard, I can't stand fifth years. They're overly obnoxious and think that they're better, and smarter, than everyone. It was the end of my seventh year and it seemed like it had been going on forever; and with my twin brother being the head boy, the fact that I was one of the worst (best) trouble makers in school didn't help his or my case. Not only that, but I was part of a family of, wait for it, twelve. No, I'm not joking, and I'm not the oldest either. It started with my older siblings, Mary, Jennifer, Harper, Aaron, and Kennedy, who are all in their twenties, Jesse (me), and my identical twin brother Keller, followed up next at seventeen (by the way, I'm older by a minute). The next five, Gavin, Jack, Holly, Elliot, and Constance, are all in their early teens. So there I was, one of the middle children and the other half to a matching set, yup, life for me was just brilliant.

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"Now everyone, turn to chapter one in your textbooks. We are going to start concealing charms today. Marco, pay attention!" Professor Gerrgitisk instructed in his thick Austrian accent. Most of my classes this year were all full of seventh years like me except the Charms class I was in right now, and my Quidditch practice after school. Unfortunately for me, the students in this class were a stew pot of different ages, landing four unruly fifth years right in front of me. I knew these boys' names well, as they gave me a run for my money as the official: Hogwarts Troublemaker Number One. James Potter was my main competitor -- even frustrating Peeves on one occasion according to the local gossip -- and was the Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Sure, this kid had guts and a mischievous mind, but I was still superior. Filch had previously asked Dumbledore if he could pin up wanted posters of me around the school, which was promptly denied, and that was only one thing that helped my reputation land itself a spot in the Mischief Hall of Fame. The rest of his gang consists of Remus Lupin, a pale boy who had mysterious scars across his face and disappeared monthly along with the rest of his friends for a couple days, Sirius Black, James's right hand man and just as rebellious (if not more) as James, and Peter Pettigrew, a small, fat boy who was less of a part of their crew, and more of a wannabe-James-Potter. He followed them around with wonder and amazement in his eyes, but was too scared and cowardly to do anything bold without them to back him up. They even had a name for themselves: The Marauders. Sure, I was impressed by some of the stunts they pulled, but there was one difference between them and I. I didn't hex people for the fun of it. If someone wanted to duel me, or was asking for it, then I would oblige, but James was just a plain old bully. One of the kids he picked on the most was Severus Snape, one of their fellow fifth years. He, coincidentally, was in the class as well, but had seated himself as far away from them as possible. He confused me; he hated them, but was constantly be following them around. Probably just to find any excuse to get them in trouble or expelled. Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't out to harm these kids for no reason, but whenever I could humiliate them to make myself look better... I did. Of course they deserved it, but they would always do the same to me when they got the chance. The rivalry began in my third year when they were only first years. I hadn't expected such retaliation from eleven year olds, but they fought hard and dirty, so I fought hard and dirty right back. My brother reprimanded me as often as he could, and that certainly give me a disadvantage, because while they could bully that Snape boy into leaving them alone while they did their dirty deeds, I had a brother that I couldn't do the same to.

The class seemed to last an eternity; the charms came easily to me, leaving time to goof off for the last ten minutes of class. Like me, The Marauders were not stupid, as most stereotypical bullies were. James was one of the best wizards in his year and could out-duel almost anyone. Almost. I was aimlessly creating colorful bubbles in the air that changed color and hue every second. I kept them small an close to my wand, as to not attract unwanted attention. Suddenly my wand disappeared out of my hand. I jumped and opened up my grip. I could hear it clatter against the desk top, so I knew that it was still there. Snickers and giggles from in front of me caught my attention and anger welled up inside me. Those little devils had used a concealing charm on my wand, making it invisible! I felt around my desk for the wand and felt it under my finger tips. Just because I couldn't see it, didn't mean that I couldn't use it. Their backs were turned to me, hunched over and talking amongst each other in whispers. I suddenly thought up something genius.   This kid wanted to play hard ball? I'd give him hard ball.