Harry Potter Oneshots

Riled Up (Louis Weasley)

The chime signaling the end of class echoes through the empty halls of Hogwarts. I wince at the sound, knowing that my time is up. How could I have lost track of the time? Stepping back from the wall to admire my handiwork, I sigh and squat down to spray on a 'JP' on the bottom right hand corner of my art. With a self-satisfied smirk, I quickly dart off.

Blending in with the mixture of kids, I catch up with my best friend, Ellise, and smile brightly. Her gaze immediately zones in on me as she adjusts her Transfiguration book in her arms. "Hope class was fun," I say to her. She fixes her pale eyes on mine and groans.

"What'd you do now?"

A gasp intermingled with amused laughter rolls through the crowd and she glares at me accusingly. I pretend not to notice and look over the students, mock-gasping at the huge mural of a scrawny brown badger being eaten by a lion, placing a hand over my mouth in mimed horror. Ellise glares into the side of my head accusingly, but I just turn to her with barely masked glee. "Well, that's not appropriate."

She grabs my arm, nearly knocking her book from her grip, and narrows her eyes. "Pierce," she warns, using my last name. I smile innocently and raise the arm she's not holding in surrender.

Just then, a young man breaks through the crowd to glare at the mural. By the swoon that rolls through the crowd, I can only assume it is the famous Louis Weasley. A grin makes its way onto my face and I elbow slightly to get a better view. He runs a hand through his pale blonde hair as his bright blue eyes skim over the art. He straightens out, eyes sweeping through the crowd. "May someone please inform me who did this?" He asks politely.

I huff in irritation. Of course he wouldn't get angry. Nothing makes this boy angry. If I'm being honest, a small part of me had hoped that, since attacking his house, he'd be much more upset and would finally blow up at someone, but alas, that is not the case. Either he has patience as long as an Azkaban sentence or he's really gifted at masking his anger.

I'm hoping it's the latter. Maybe I'll be able to make him explode one of these days.

Now, don't get me wrong. I recognize that Louis Weasley is a fine piece of man and probably the most perfect human being on the planet. However, I've been messing with the Head Boy and Girl since I started schooling here at Hogwarts, so what does it matter that the Head Boy is a lovely specimen? It doesn't make him any different than any of the Heads I've been targeting in the past. Besides, he's handled himself admittedly better than all of the other Heads I've tormented. Even the Head Girl of this year had been reduced to a squealing fit when I'd charmed a rubber rat to sprint across her table. He was a challenge.

"There are initials!" Someone cries out, perfectly on cue. I have to mask my smile as the Head Boy leans over to see the 'JP' I'd so craftily painted on the bottom left. I give myself a mental pat on the back as his brows furrow in confusion.

"Whose initials are JP?" He asks aloud. I know he already knows in the back of his mind, but I can't help the grin that springs to my lips as it clicks. "James," he sighs. He and James had gotten into a small spat which they haven't yet recovered from, so my exploitation of his identity was perfectly timed. Plus, James was Gryffindor and Louis was Hufflepuff. Hence, lion eating badger. Ah, I'm so amazing.

He marches off, but not before casting a quick Scourgify on the wall. My art vanishes, and I can't help but frown. I'd spent ages on that lion! Not to mention the badger; I had no idea how to make it clear that it was a badger and not some other similar animal, so I'd painted in the Hufflepuff signia and colored the animal in yellow and blue. I was fairly proud of it and would've liked to take a photo or something. Stupid Weasley.