"Can I call you Tori? You know Tori, I'm a great friend."
"I don't get it, why are you being nice to me?"
"Maybe I don't want to see you friendless."
When Victoria Silvers, who comes from a long line of Slytherins, is sorted into Gryffindor her life...
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"Look at today!" Ron's voice caught the twin's and Tori's attention the moment they entered the Great Hall the next morning. "History of Magic, double Potions, Divination and double Defence Against the Dark Arts... Binns, Snape, Trelawney, and that Umbridge woman all in one day! I wish Fred and George'd hurry up and get those Skiving Snackboxes sorted..."
''Domine ears deceive me?" Fred asked, squeezing on to the bench beside Harry. "Hogwarts prefects surely don't wish to skive off lessons?"
"Wow, is that's the case, how did I not get Prefect?" Tori chuckled, taking a seat next to Hermione, who frowned.
''Look what we've got today," Ron mumbled grumpily, shoving his timetable under Fred's nose. "That's the worst Monday I've ever seen."
''Fair point, little bro," said Fred, scanning the column. ''You can have a bit of Nosebleed Nougat cheap if you like."
''Why's it cheap?" Ron asked suspiciously.
''Because you'll keep bleeding till you shrivel up, we haven't got an antidote yet," George said, helping himself to a kipper.
''Cheers," Ron replied moodily, pocketing his timetable, ''But I think I'll take the lessons."
''And speaking of your Skiving Snackboxes," Hermione eyed Fred and George beadily, ''You can't advertise for testers on the Gryffindor noticeboard."
Tori laughed out loud. "Says who?"
''Says me," said Hermione. ''And Ron."
''Leave me out of it," said Ron hastily.
Hermione glared at him. Fred and George sniggered.
''You'll be singing a different tune soon enough, Hermione," Fred said, thickly buttering a crumpet. "You're starting your fifth year, you'll be begging us for a Snackbox before long."
''And why would starting fifth year mean I want a Skiving Snackbox?" Hermione asked, rolling her eyes.
''Fifth year's OWL year,"!said George.
''So?"
''So you've got your exams coming up, haven't you? They'll be keeping your noses so hard to that grindstone they'll be rubbed raw," Fred chuckled with satisfaction.
''Half our year had minor breakdowns coming up to OWLs," said George happily. "Tears and tantrums... Patricia Stimpson kept coming over faint... Tori cried a lot."
Tori slapped his arm. "I was under a lot of pressure!"
''Kenneth Towler came out in boils, d'you remember?" Fred sighed reminiscently.
''That's 'cause you put Bulbadox powder in his pajamas," George replied.
''Oh yeah," Fred grinned. ''I'd forgotten... hard to keep track sometimes, isn't it?"
