Viola Cesario and the Polyjuice Potion

The Gryffindor Dorms

Viola pulled her trunk up the stairs and into the Gryffindor dorm room. Her heart was racing and her head spun. She was in Hogwarts. This was her dream.
She froze as she entered the room. Every bed was taken except for the one near the door. Tentatively, she shoved her trunk underneath it.
Orsino sat on the bed near the window and the beds near him were claimed by a boy with dusty brown hair and a girl with cornrows pulled back into a ponytail.
Viola pointed at the girl.
“I thought girls weren’t allowed in here?”
She scoffed and turned her back on her.
“Oh, Curio,” Orsino said to the girl. “You’re a girl. Why is she treating me like this?”
Viola frantically flipped through her notebook, settling on a page that matched the girl. Valentine Curio. Part of Orsino’s entourage. Hangs out a lot in the boys’ dorms, don’t EVER question her. Pretty cute I guess.
“Who?” Curio asked.
Viola slammed the book shut, redirecting her attention.
“Only the most beautiful girl in school! Olivia Belch!” He threw himself down onto his bed, throwing a hand across his forehead. “Play some music, Fabian.”
The boy casually flicked his wand and jazz music filled the room.
Viola watched in wonderment. Her parents were conservative in their use of magic, probably so that she wouldn’t feel guilty or left out. This was the most magic she had ever witnessed in her life.
Orsino sighed, swaying his hands in time with the music. Curio rolled her eyes.
He sighed. “Turn it off! It’s giving me a headache!”
Smiling at Curio, Fabian flicked his wand again and the music got louder.
“I said turn it off!” Orsino sat up, pulled off his shoe, and chucked it at him.
Cackling, Fabian stopped the music.
“God. Love hurts,” Orsino said, laying back down again.
“Orsino, do you want to go hunt a hart in the Forbidden Forest?” Curio asked, trying to change the subject.
“What’s a hart?” Viola asked.
Curio glared at her. “It’s a deer, moron.”
Orsino sat up again.
“But that is what I hunt, Curio!” He grabbed her hands. “The heart! Olivia’s heart! I want nothing more than to dig my hands into her beautiful blonde hair--”
“That’s not the only thing you want to dig your hands into,” Fabian snickered.
“Fitzgerald!” Curio said. “Now is not the time.”
“No, it’s alright,” Orsino sighed. “He’s not wrong.”
“Henry! Nasty!” Curio sneered.
He ignored her.
“When I first saw Olivia, I knew I would love her forever. She had this… air about her. So bright and beautiful and pure. When we were both made prefect-- that’s when I knew. She and I are meant to be. But why can’t she see it? Why can’t I be her exception?”
“Have you told her how you feel?” Viola asked.
The other kids froze, staring at her.
“Of course I have, Cesario! Don’t you know?” Orsino said.
Viola shook her head, furrowing her eyebrows.
He ran his hands through his hair. “Her brother died last summer and she decided that she was so grief stricken that she’s not going to date anyone for ten years. But I can’t wait that long! And she turned me down in front of the whole school!’
“Yikes, my dude, that sucks.”
They turned to look at her.
“You are so weird,” Fabian said.
Orsino stood up, sighing. “It’s time for the feast. I better be there to keep an eye on the first years. Come along, Curio, Fabian.”
The other kids walked from the room. Viola scurried after them.