The one with the sisters - Year Five [COMPLETED]

Chapter 5 - The one with the new perspective

"It's not even the second week of classes and I'm already failing." Jessie huffed as she sat down beside Iris, on their usual place at the Library.

"Well... You're a ray of sunshine, aren't you?" The older girl mocked and Jessie rolled her eyes, clicking her nails together, causing Iris to flinch and reach over for her hand to stop her doing the noise that so deeply annoyed her. "You're not failing, Jessie. And it's a good thing you're starting so soon. This way, you can learn more."

"Merlin's beard..." The Slytherin girl smirked at Iris, pulling her hand away from her grasp and making the sound again, out of the pure pleasure of annoying the girl. "You sound like my mother."

"You're an unbearable daughter then." Iris sighed, having already given up on trying stopping Jessie and her will to piss her off. "What are we going to study, then?"

"Freezing Charm." She answered, pulling her book out of her bag. "I've managed to make a cub of ice out of the water, but Professor Flitwick said it wasn't enough for an A."

Iris nodded and pulled her hair in a messy bun on top of her head, securing it with her wand.

"Alright... So let's work on that, then."

***

About fifty minutes later, Jessie had already managed to change a whole glass of water into ice. She smiled as she picked the chilly cup and stared quite proudly at it. Iris giggled.

"See? That's progress." She smirked, as she gently nudged her side. "Told you, you weren't failing."

"Well... Not yet, apparently." Jessie said, still smiling. Iris rolled her eyes.

"Dear God, girl... Have some faith."

Jessie laughed at that, before placing the cup down and looking over at Iris.

"Can you undo it?" She asked.

"Yes."

"How?"

Iris pulled the wand out of her hair and the flaming red strands fell gracefully down her shoulders. She pointed her wand toward the cup and mumbled:

"Liquidus rursus."

Right there, in front of their very eyes, the ice turned back to water, spilling some of its contents out of the cup with the speed of the enchantment. Jessie's eyes widened.

"We don't learn that at Charms." She noted, her eyes never leaving the cup.

"No, we don't." Iris shrugged, placing her wand down, carefully.

"So how do you know all that?"

"It's a secret." The girl smirked.

"Oh, but, come on, Irie... You can't just show me some cool spells no one else knows and expect me not to..."

"I thought I'd find you here." Another voice cut the small Third Year. A voice with a different accent. A very thick, very familiar Spanish accent.

"Milla." Iris smiled, as she turned to the girl, who was entering the Library, with Dorcas and Bambi trailing after her.

"Hello, there, amiga." She said with a smirk, as she sat down in the chair directly in front of Iris. She glanced at Jessie and only nodded, acknowledging her existence.

They didn't get along. Actually, Camilla has never even given Jessie a chance to begin with. She thought all Slytherins were bad. Iris thought so too, but Jessie changed that perspective. She was a half-blood, and treated everyone as equals, just as Camilla did. She hated the pureblood freaks and that was why she didn't have many friends in her own House. Or at all. Iris was about the only one who gave her a chance. Iris and another Ravenclaw. Ava Smith, a Third Year.

"You seem excited." Iris responded, also smirking, as she glanced at Dorcas and Bambi, who sat down at either side of Camilla's. The last one looking frenetically around, as if she was searching for something. Iris frowned, but didn't press the matter. Bambi was acting weird lately, but every time she tried to ask what was wrong, she would retreat. "What happened? Did you snog Jason on the broom closet again?"

"Jason?" She frowned. "Oh, no we're not dating anymore."

"You're not?" Iris frowned.

"No." She shook her head.

"How come I'm always the last one to know stuff around here?"

"Because you're always here, locked up in the Library studying, instead of actually be out in the real world, living."

"Actually..."

"Shut up and ask me again what happened." She interrupted her speech.

Iris looked at Dorcas, looking for support but her best friend just laughed. Iris sighed.

"Right... What happened?"

"Oh, nothing much." The Latina girl waved her hand in front of her face, as if to dismiss the subject. But Iris knew her better than that. She just wanted to come off as modest, because modesty was something that was lacking in the perfection that took form on Camilla Anderson. "Just my first Quidditch practice."

"You play?" Jessie asked, unable to contain her excitement. Iris sighed.

"Great... Now we'll never finish studying." She mumbled, but smirked as Jessie's eyes shined with the perspective of talking about the game she loved so much.

"Yeah, I do." Camilla answered, quite dryly for Iris' taste, but if Jessie noticed it, she didn't comment on it. "Do you?"

"No. But I'd love to." She mumbled.

"Why don't you?" Dorcas asked, jumping in the conversation.

"I'm not... I don't know... I don't think I'm good enough. And I quite enjoy watching it, so I don't know..."

Iris was about to protest, but to her surprise, Camilla beat her to it.

"You know, I've been trying to enter the team since Second Year and only this Year I've managed." She said, offering the younger girl a smile. "If you want to, run after it, because no one else will do it for you."

"Or if they do... It'll never be as good as if you've done it." Iris added and the four girls stared at her. She shrugged. "It is true."

They laughed.

Suddenly, they were all talking. Camilla and Jessie about Quidditch; Bambi, Dorcas and Iris about homework. Jessie was glowing and Camilla seemed to be accepting the girl, overcoming her prejudice against Slytherins little by little, just like Iris had done. With each smile she gave, with each wisely done joke, not liking Jessie Pond was pretty much impossible... Maybe not all Slytherins are bad.

Dorcas smiled as Camilla laughed and Iris, switching glances between the two of them, shook her head with a smirk, before biting her lip and starting doing her Ancient Runes essay. It was in moments like this that she realized... Iris Evans couldn't be happier anywhere else, with no one else but these girls around her.