2nd Generation Marauders go to Hogwarts

Part 3 ~ Coco

Coco's P.O.V *cough* emo kid *cough*~Elise

As I woke, I heard the sound of my mom knocking on my bedroom door, telling me to get up.

“Chloe, it’s time to get up,” she was speaking softly to me.
My dad, however, took a very different approach. As he walked past he yelled through the door to me:

“GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED! YOU’RE GOING TO BE LATE, AND THAT CAN’T HAPPEN ON YOUR FIR-” he was cut off by mom scolding him, telling him that he can’t use that kind of language around an eleven year old.

“Honestly, mom, it’s fine. Anyway, I’m up now,” I told my parents as I climbed out of bed and reached for my glasses.

I started to get dressed: black ripped jeans, a black t-shirt with a black hoodie, and knee-high boots in the colour of- you guessed it- black. Afterwards, I added a lot of blue eyeliner, some purple-but-almost-black lipstick, and my choker, along with my deathly hallows necklace, my pentagram necklace, and a load of earrings (seven to be exact). I then slipped on various bracelets and bangles. My nose stud was already in place. I also put on my ring with the Potter family crest.

I headed down the stairs and grabbed a pancake from the plate mom was carrying.

“Slow down, you're going to trip,” was her response. Ignoring her, I sped up and abruptly tripped. In a way that was not the norm for her, she called ‘I told you so’ and walked away to grab her bag.

An hour later, after having eaten far too many pancakes, my parents and I had arrived at King’s Cross Station, and were about to pass through the wall between platforms 9 and 10 to get to Platform 9 ¾, when Draco Malfoy walked up to me with his parents trailing behind him.

“Hey, Potter,” Draco said with a sneer. “Got any clothing darker than black to wear?”

“Unless your blood is darker, which, by your family, I presume it is, no I don’t.”

“Talking of blood, is that what is all in your hair?” Malfoy asked me sarcastically. “And what did you do to the back of it?”

“It’s called style. Not that you’d know anything about it; your hair is bleached blonde.”

Until then, our parents had remained silent, but it seemed that they had now had enough of our, in my opinion, sassy-ass arguing, so they dragged me off toward the wall that would allow me to stand on the platform that would allow me to escape the muggle world. At least for a few months.

After running into the wall between platform 9 and 10 at full speed and with no hesitation, and waiting for my parents to hastily follow after me, I realised that the Malfoy family was right behind us, and was about to insult him again, when a voice that I knew far too well did it for me:

“Hey, Blondie!” Elise shouted with her head out of a compartment window, causing Malfoy Jr to sneer at her- she didn’t miss a beat. “What, taken sneering lessons from your snake family?”

Draco held back a sneer with a red face as Elise carried on. “It looks like your face caught on fire and your house elf tried to put it out with a fork”.

“At least I’m pureblooded,” was his lame response, as he CROSSED HIS ARMS ACROSS HIS CHEST LIKE A TWO YEAR OLD WHO DIDN’T GET ANY CHOCOLATE. (Spoilt brat ~ Elise)

“Shut up. You’ll never be the man your mother is,” Elise stated as she leant out of the window to give me a high five and a half.

Malfoy just looked like a disapproving adult as he sneered one last time and turned to walk away.

“Where are you going? I was just about to poison the tea!” I yelled after him in a sickly sweet tone, before my parents walked up behind me, and it was evident from their expressions that they had heard some of the conversation: Dad was red in the face from trying not to laugh, while Mum was glaring at me sternly. Elise saw them and ducked back into the carriage, laughing hysterically as she left me to die alone.

After a lecture that seemed to last forever (I didn’t pay attention to any of it) I pointed behind them while exclaiming some jumbled words that included ‘Look at the time’, ‘I’ll see you at Christmas’ and ‘I gotta go’, and turned and jumped into the train carriage. I then made my way to the compartment that Elise was rolling on the floor of, still laughing with tears streaming down her face. After glaring at her and muttering profanities, I kicked her in the side before noticing Evie sitting in the corner with a disapproving look on her face, and she seemed to be telling me silently to just sit down.

I, umm…

I sat down…

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So this is the third part up! We are currently writing more chapters that will be up soon.
Also, Chloe’s nickname is Coco or Cokes or a variation of that, so they are all the same people.
I hope you enjoy this chapter!
~ Coco