REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!
- and everyday, I feel myself falling more and more for you.
these are harry potter imagines and one-shots. slip yourself into the shoes of the main character, and fall for those of your choice.
You are one of the greatest pranksters in your year. A year younger than the tricksters in their seventh year Fred and George Weasley: you always look up to them, and again are always are looking for new ways to pull tricks on the younger and naive students, hoping to make up some what along their standards.
You first became motivated by their pleasantries when Professor Umbridge was teaching at the school.
It was time for the end of the year OWLs for your fourth year, and you were dreading every inch of it- and the rest of the students were as well.
The two twins came in, threw fireworks all throughout the room, trashed each and every one of the papers, and chased Professor Umbridge from the room with the made dragon, and the OWLs were then forth canceled.
She was an awful woman.
It was a truly magical moment. From then on, you wanted to be part of the twins group, but never came to approach either Fred or George.
It also doesn't help that you're in Slytherin, and everyone sees an ambitious prankster as evil.
Of course, they run their own joke shop in the summers- but this year is their last at the school.
I have to make a lasting impression.
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You're stirring the potion that's now bubbling in your cauldron. You're waiting for the pale liliac colour to turn clear, before placing one hand up, and letting Professor Slughorn know it's finished.
You're watching everyone else in the room, hunched over their textbooks- while both Hermione and Harry are grumbling back and forth- Hermione's curls beginning to heighten- and Harry swiping away her comment with a gesture at his textbook.
You chuckle, knowing very well Hermione should be the one telling Harry how to finesse his potion.
As you stare at your cauldron, this gives you an adequate amount of time to think of a new prank you could be pulling.
You've done the assortment of candies that Fred and George have perfected, you made all of the bathrooms adored with a similar version to Moaning Myrtle.
You've asked Peeves to help you pull a prank on the sleeping and nervous first years, all of which wasn't cruel- and you made one name for yourself.
"Trouble." You chuckle, knowing very well you just want to inspire some fun after you.
"Aha! Professor, my potion is complete." Your hand raises and Slughorn pretty much comes bolting over, others stopping to glance around in envy.
Over this time period, you have forgotten that he promised a prize to the first student who has successfully finished the potion. That's why everyone is so quiet, and taking on daggers.
"Ah, Miss/Mr. Y/L/N- let's see just how well you've done the potion shall we?" Slughorn turns to you with an excited smile, and your firmly nod- now wondering why you've raised your hand so quickly.
