So I want to try and get a little bit more on track with the original plot of the first book. No, this entire book won't be on the first, yes it is mostly. I feel like this is just going to fall apart so bear with me.
Kori POV
I grab my typical dinner of almost nothing and start heading towards the library. Until I'm stopped.
"Students there is a troll loose in the dungeons. For all your safety, perfects please lead them to their common rooms where they will remain until this has died down."
"But Dumbledore, the Slytherin common room is in the dungeons!"
"Oh, yes. Well, erm, thank you Draco, um, go to the library."
What? No fair! I want to go to the library! On the bright side, I can start reading those books I bought.
I follow the perfects to our common room. Once inside I go straight to my dorm. I feel a tapping on my window after two chapters. I look over to see an owl. I open the window and let it in. The letter is addressed to me. I give the owl a treat then open the letter, the owl flying back to whoever sent the note.
Dear Kori
Harry thanks you for telling him about the sorcerers stone. Peas think about our invitation to help make that potion. Youre our last hope.
Sincerelyest
The twins.
I sigh. Time to proofread. Their handwriting is sloppy, they forgot the comma, capitals, and I think peas is meant to say please. They left out the apostrophe, it's sincerely, they forgot a comma, and there is no period there. I send back the letter, now proofread, with one of my own attached.
Dear "Twins,"
Next time, specify who you are. Tell Harry I say "you're welcome." Please work on your handwriting, spelling, and punctuation knowledge. I have included your letter with corrections so you can learn something. I hope you have. I will need to know the effects of the potion and even then cannot guarantee my help. Please forgive me for not jumping on the detention train faster.
Sincerely,
Kori Dragneel
P. S. Sincerlyest is not a word.
I sent it to the twins. A few minutes later my owl returns with another letter.
Dear Kori,
We hate you. And we will find dirt.
Sincerely,
The twins you know and love
P. S. Any word is a word if you use it in a sentence.
I sigh again. If I keep hanging out with these twins I'm going to run out of breath. I write another letter.
Dear "Twins You Know and Love,"
Good, hate on me hater. What dirt?
Sincerely,
Kori
P. S. A word is only a word if found in the dictionary. Go buy yourself a copy.
Only a few minutes after I send that letter another one comes.
We are done writing our names and yours. You know who we are. We believe we've found some nice dirt. You have a nice crush on a guy and it's way too obvious.
Really? Fine. Time for my reply.
If you choose to be vague I shall be as well. Who said anything about a guy?
That'll do nicely.
We aren't being vague. Are you a lesbian?
I have absolutely nothing against gays, bisexuals, etc.
The dictionary begs to differ. No.
We refuse to use a dictionary. Who's your crush?
That would be a waste of parchment.
Can we guess?
That would be an even bigger waste. Goodbye.
Jeez, these boys are just so infuriating. Maybe reading will calm me down. I read for a few hours before going to bed.
Sleepy time skip brought to you by Gray's contagious stripping habit (fairy tail).
I skip breakfast. Don't look at me like that! It's a Sunday. I bounce off to the library. But, despite my efforts to avoid them, they show up and sit on either side of me, preventing me from leaving easily. I continue reading.
"Oh, Kori! I believe we found some nice dirt," Fred says from my left.
"We've figured out that when you were three you killed a child!" George says with mock shock.
"And if you don't help us the entire school-"
"Will know this interesting information."
"Please tell them, they'll leave me alone even more. And have you ever seen a three year old kill someone? I didn't know that information until I was eight."
"Well we figured out who you like."
"Cedric!" Fred says.
"Ah yes, someone I never talk to or even attempt to hang out with. That's perfect," I'm sarcastic but I don't care.
"Okay, fine. No need to get huffy."
"Do you have any dirt on yourself?" George asks.
"No, leave me alone," I say. I grab my book and stand up, pushing away their arms and going to my common room.
Fred POV
"Oi, George. I got a plan." We get into our huddle. We plan it all then proceed to use the map then go to find our supplies. We're ready in a few minutes. After lunch we rig the hall to the library. Show time.
Kori POV
I haven't heard from the twins since after breakfast. It kinda bothers me. I walk towards the library. My foot hits a trip wire. Something gets dumped on me. I look down and see... Nothing. I rush to the bathroom and look in the mirror. Somehow someone, I'm placing my money on the twins, turned my hair a bright blue. I sigh. I leave.
"Well, speak of the devil," I mumble as I turn the corner and see the twins.
"Decide to change your hair, Kori?" Fred asks. They both have those mischievous smirks.
"Help us and we help you," George says.
"No way."
"Then it looks like your stuck like that for a little while." They walk away. I run to my dorm and search through my stuff. Where is it? Time to get help.
"Peeves!" I shout. He appears beside me.
"Woah! What happened to you?"
"Weasley twins."
"Oh."
"Look, I need to know where they keep their dye."
"Planning revenge?"
"Yes. I need bleach and black."
"Gotcha." He disappears. A few minutes later he shows up again with bleach and a black hair dye. I rush to the nearest bathroom to prepare. I also grab some glitter. I rig a hallway and wait.
The twins trip over my tripwire, causing muggle hair dye and bleach mixed with glitter to fall on them. They didn't use bleach on my hair, so it's not going to stay blue forever. They'll have to grow theirs out or figure out how to reverse it with a spell. I go read my book. No one can ever get dirt on me.
Thoughts? Need some help!
