the true story of Marissa Potter

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After my fit, I changed my outfit with magic...

 

I walked to breakfast with a serious expression on my face. I was wearing a black suit and my fingers were making a gun. Actually, my actions more resembled creeping around- like a secret agent, always backing against the wall and checking around corners. Harry was walking behind me with his head down, shuffling his feet- what's wrong with him? Did he find out about Dumbledore's obsession with him? Nah... OFF TOPIC!!!!! I snuck into the Great Hall and ran to the Slytherin table, right behind Draco Malfoy. I put my fingers up to his head and...

"Hands up Draco!" he jumped up and complied.

 

"Who are you?" He was trembling by now.

 

"The name's Potter. Marissa Potter."

 

He started to take his hands down, "Marissa this is ridiculous, let me go."

 

I poked his head, "No, not until you apologize."

 

"For what?"

 

"For hitting my owl!"

 

"You're upset because I defended myself when your owl attacked me?!"

 

"So what? She's feisty!" I yelled defensively.

 

"She's an OWL! And this happened days ago!"

 

I snapped and tackled Draco to the floor, "My owl has rights! I.WILL.SUE!"

 

Draco just stared at me in shock.

 

"Marissa stop harassing people! Not even Malfoy deserves this!" Harry yelled and when I didn't move he shoved a piece of toast in my mouth. Jacob grabbed me and held me over his shoulder.

 

"Wow, you weigh like nothing." Jacob exclaimed.

 

When I had finished my toast I was no longer distracted. I started kicking and struggling and Dumbledore just looked at us with amusement twinkling in his eyes. That bunny-eater. Jacob set me down at the Gryffindor table and Harry sat down on my other side after telling Draco that if they got in any fights I was his loose cannon. Harry tried to give me pumpkin juice but I spit it out, it tasted foul.