Viola Cesario and the Polyjuice Potion

The Plan

Viola sighed as she shoved her science textbooks into her suitcase. She moved back to her bookcase and shoved aside A History of Magic, Handbook of Do-It-Yourself Broomcare, and Quidditch Through the Ages to pick up the books her teachers had assigned to her before the end of the school year and she had, naturally, not touched since.

    “Twelfth Night. What a stupid book.” She threw it into her suitcase and zipped it up.

    Her twin brother leaned against her door frame.

    “Are you getting ready for muggle school?”

    “Unfortunately,” Viola said, irritated. She plopped down on her bed. “Count your blessings that you were born with magic.”

    “Viola! I’d give my left foot to learn more about muggles!” He sat down next to her.

    “God, Sebastian, but they’re so boring!” She threw herself backwards so she was laying down. “All they want to talk about is stupid maths and reading and writing. We don’t get to actually, like, do anything! And there’s no Quidditch team!”

    “That doesn’t sound so bad,” Sebastian said. “I could live without Quidditch.”

    “Yeah, but I can’t!” Viola pushed herself back up.

    “Well, if there’s no Quidditch, what do they do for fun?”

    “There’s football, I guess, but it’s not the same. And everyone has these things called mobile phones. I am literally the only one without one and god, they won’t let me forget that! And there’s no way I could talk mum and dad into letting me get one because electronics don’t work around magic!”

    “Mobile phones…” He rubbed his chin. “Sounds cool!”

    “Whatever,” Viola said, rolling her eyes. “Are you trying out for the Quidditch team this year?”

    “Nah, I don’t think so. I’m not a big fan of jocks.”

    “What!? Come on, Sebastian, you’re talented!”

    “Not as talented as you.”

    “Yes, well, I can’t use magic and I can't go to Hogwarts to play on a team!”

    “Aw, poor baby. She can't pway her wittew baby game,” Sebastian said, starting to tickle her.

    Viola punched him in the arm. “Stop it! And stop talking like the hewwo meme!”

    “What's a meme?”

    Viola didn't respond, just rolled her eyes.

     “I'd give up Quidditch and Wizard Chess to be around muggles, you know. It's too bad we can't just, you know, switch places.”

    Viola sighed. “Sebastian, we might be twins, but we don't look alike enough to pull a Parent Trap. Get out of my room.” She grabbed the book, Advanced Potion Making, from where it sat next to her bed and started reading.

    “What's a 'Parent Trap’? And is that my text book!?”

    “Yes. Now get out.” She shoved him off of her bed without looking up from her book.

    “Fine!” Sebastian said, sticking his tongue out at her. “Anthony said he was going to send me an owl soon anyways!”

    “Wait!” Viola froze, staring at the page in front of her.

     Sebastian stopped at the  door, looking at her quizzically.

     “What was it you said about switching places?” She turned the book around. “Ever heard of a polyjuice potion?”