❝You know, you should dye your hair red.❞
❝Er... why?❞
❝So it'll match that fiery personality of yours.❞
❝Or so it'll match your own?❞
❝That too.❞
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Serena Mallard is anything but a rule follower.
Spontaneous and very stubborn, with bravery that b...
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The Gryffindor common room was buzzing with excitement.
There were mountains of cakes and flagons of pumpkin juice and butterbeer on every surface. Lee Jordan had set off some Filibuster's fireworks, so the air was thick with stars and sparks. It was total chaos and Serena absolutely loved it. She sat with Angelina, Alicia, and Katie with the biggest smile on her face, simply excited to be there.
The moment Harry Potter entered through the portrait hole, the entire room exploded in a round of cheers and yells. Everyone gathered in a circle around him, clapping and shouting, even the paintings hung on the walls, as he was suddenly thrown up into the air by Fred and George.
"Yes, Harry!" Fred shouted. "Knew you wouldn't die!"
George laughed. "Lose a leg-"
"Or an arm-"
"Pack it in altogether?"
"Never!"
Lee picked up the golden egg Harry had left on the table. "Blimey, this is heavy," he said, weighing the egg in his hands. "Open it, Harry, go on! Let's just see what's inside it!"
Lee threw it back to Harry, swiftly catching it in his gloved hand. He glanced down at the egg in his hands before looking around the crowd. "Who wants me to open it?" The crowd cheered in response. "Do you want me to open it?"
"Yes!" Serena shouted with the rest once more. Harry grinned, and dug his fingers into the grove that ran all around the egg, and pried it open.
The most horrible noise, a loud and screechy wailing, filled the room. Serena immediately covered her ears, just as Fred and George dropped Harry to do the same. "Shut it!" Fred bellowed.
"What the bloody hell was that?" Ron asked, staring at the egg as Harry slammed it shut again.
Iyla rubbed her ears. "Sounded like a banshee."
Seamus Finnigan, a fourth year, looked excited."Maybe you've got to get past one of those next, Harry!"
"It was someone being tortured!" Neville had gone very white, spilling sausage rolls all over the floor. "You're going to have to fight the Cruciatus Curse!"
Serena shook her head. "They wouldn't use the Cruciatus Curse on the Champions."
"Yeah, don't be a prat, Neville, that's illegal," said George. "I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing... maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower, Harry." Serena snorted into her cup of butterbeer.
Fred then approached Hermione. "Want a jam tart?" She looked rather hesitant to take the plate he was offering. "It's all right," he said. "I haven't done anything to them. It's the custard creams you've got to watch-"
Neville, who had just bitten into a custard cream, choked and spat it out. Fred laughed. "Just my little joke, Neville..."
Hermione took a jam tart. "Did you get all this from the kitchens, Fred?"
