Harry is twin

First classes

Yvette Jones POV
The dungeons where just as dark now as they where an hour ago, not all that surprising. I look at Audrey and see she's kinda cold, "is it cold down here?" I ask, I haven't been able to feel to cold properly for a long time, she nods and I laugh. She punches my arm and I push her back, soon it's an all out race to the classroom to avoid the shoves, she wins and i fall over. I laugh as I get dirty looks from the other Slytherins. I smile sarcastically and they glare. They walk into the classroom and I drag Audrey with me. We sit in the back of the room, and everyone is mad that their classmate would actually get along with 'The Enemy.' The door is slammed open and everyone jumps but Me. I laugh quietly as Audrey slaps me upside the head. "Five points from Gryffindor for unprovoked violence." Says Snape, we roll out eyes, not caring even as the other Gryffindors glare at Audrey and the Snakes alike.

Audrey POV
I sigh silently as Snape gives his typical speech, Boring with a little bit of Bland and a dash of Blech. I look at my twin and roll my eyes, she nodded sympathetically. Looks like I'm not the only one bored. "Miss Jones, where would you look if I asked you to find a Bezoar?" Asked Snape. "I don't suppose your storage cupboard is the answer you're looking for?" I ask, "Miss Jones, of you could kindly keep your tongue." Drawls Snape, "I don't say anything professor." Says my twin, he aims his glare at her, but she is unfazed, too used to it. "Ah yes, Miss jones, perhaps you could tell me where you would find a Bezoar." He said, "Well if you wanted a really fresh one, the stomach of a goat, but any nearby potions master with any sense would also have one readily available." She said. I nearly laughed as she drawled in a similar fashion to him, but gave it a sarcastic spin that only she could. Class seemed to drag on in to eternity, even the kid that blew up a boil cure somehow, didn't do anything. My mind wanders to Harry and his twin, and I find myself wondering if they're having the same boring problem we are.

Harry Potter POV
Sometimes I hate having to hide who I am. If I didn't I could avoid people like the suck up next to me, and I wouldn't have to fake my ignorance of things like this. Boredom. It was consuming me, killing me slowly, eating away at my very being, leaving nothing but a frustrated bundle of sticks in a meat suit, trying my very hardest not to hit my head on the nearest solid object. I settle for mentally banging my head in a brick wall. I fell amusement from his darkness, and mentally add an eye roll. The mental snickers increase in volume and numbers. "I cannot believe how utterly unimaginative you're being right now. You could be mentally planning the death of someone, rather then banging your head on a brick wall, you do know that right?" Asked the highly amused dark lord. He mentally glowered. "Go away, I'm supposed to be in the 'golden boy' persona, I take my masks very seriously, and while I do plan to shed them, I must play them completely, because there is chance of slip ups and cracks if I don't." He pointed out. The older man considered the point, "alright fine, but at least keep your boredom to yourself, you're driving me mad with what's leaking though the link." He said. "Well you can deal with it, because this is partially your fault, have fun with my boredom." He said, before refocusing on the desk in front of him, his hand had been absently doodling while he had been in la la land, and he found a sketch of his sister, it wasn't very good, considering that it was a quill, not a pen, and so it was harder to write with. He looked up as he suddenly remembered he did have a new twin sister that he wanted to talk to an meet with a generally bring into his life. He took a breath, and began to think about the note he would send.

Evelin Potter POV
'He's planning something.' I thought as I spotted my brother's face in my half transfigured goblet. The goal was to look at it and find what was wrong, where the spell went wrong, and how to fix it, but she was just staring blankly at  her notebook, covered in random sketches and words that didn't make sense, most of them in a different language. She sighed silently as Miss Whateveritis continued with her bland speech about what usually goes wrong with this spell, blah blah blah, boring, mentally banging her head on a wall, more blah blah blah, Finally the bell! I stood and gathered my things, making sure that everything was in my bag before I left the room for my next class, already it's was just as bad as my old school, but then again, they had at least an interesting teacher here and there. From my glance at the staff table, I conclude that only one, maybe three, if she stretched it a little, of them are actually entertaining in any way shape or form.

Hey, long time no real update. The others were little things. This is something that I literally came up with at like 3 maybe 4 in the morning. I can't sleep, so i decided to write an update, why not? If anyone is still reading this, any creative criticism is appreciated, thank you, good-bye.