The Copy

[9]: The Prank

*******Timeskip 4 years*******

"RIDDLE!"

My voice boomed throughout the castle, wand in hand and hair....green......not normal green, BRIGHT green

I was absolutely livid, I could honestly kill at this point, Azkaban would be heaven after living with this dolt for 4 years.

The other boys knew what was good for them, when they saw me they ran, it was a wise choice. When I got angry, well, let's just say the medical ward gets new patients. The few girls that stood in the corridors stared with widened eyes at my very neon colored hair. Even the slut better known as Irene Syalins knew better than to cross me.

"Oh, Potter your hair looks fantastic, very natural. "

Elijah stood, surrounded by his usual friends, they all seemed to disperse at once when I appeared. The entirety of the student body knew better than to get in the middle of our little prank war.

"I'm giving you three seconds to make this right, or you'll regret it."

I growled itching to grab my wand and hex him into next year...wait...next century! But alas headmaster Karkarof forbid me from hexing or cursing or using any kind of magic against other students after last months dilemma. Apparently it's not fair to change a student into a rat and keep him as a pet. I almost fed him to Feather, who seemed quite disappointed when the rat turned into a third year.

"What are you going to do? Hex me?"

He thought he was safe, alas I wasn't one for following rules.

"........Have I ever disobeyed Karkarof?"

Elijah's onyx eyes widened a fraction of a inch as he took off, sprinting down the corridors. He was smarter than he let on. A smirk danced on my lips in amusement, I always loved the chase.

A first year flew past me before I could chase after my nemisis, through his panting I could make out the message that he was trying to relay.

Two thirty!

Crap!

With all the speed I could muster I ran towards headmasters office. My green hair bellowing behind me, it matched my eyes actually, it was quite nice but I missed my firey locks.

With a gigantic push I shoved the doors open and laid a single finger on the port key, and in a instant disappeared, I was almost late... Again.

"Viktor!"

"Potter."

Viktor greeted in that adorable accent of his, four years and I have yet to pick it up, my British shone through with every syllable I pronounce.

"You ready? "

I did not have time to reply as the horn sounded announcing my team's arrival, that ment Viktor had to go. I quickly gave him a hug, telling him to break a leg before running off.

With a deep breath I arrived to the bleachers, there I would sit until a player got injured and hopefully I'd be put in the game. I'm a reserve for the Bulgarian team. Viktor put in a good word for me, and trained me for four years after seeing my passion for the sport in classes.