As we got out of the room I was bombarded with questions, “Are you his daughter?”, “do you know the Professor?”, “how are you related?” nightmare is putting it lightly. As word spread around the school I was asked by more and more students. “can you get him to give me a better grade?”, “will you be my friend? I want to do well in potions” It wasn’t going to work. It wasn’t a good week.

GEORGE: So Lou, We’ve been hearing all sorts of stories about you.

ME: Great.

FRED: We reckon you should just tell them.

GEORGE: Tell them what exactly?

FRED: First off how you’re related

GEORGE: Second that if any of them mess with you, you go straight to him.

ME: I don’t think I could do that, that will make me a snitch.

LEE: (walking in) just heard the new one? Oh hi louisa...

ME: new what?

LEE: err well…

ME: Lee Jordon (wand ready)

GEORGE: What, you’ll turn a light on?

ME: Gather the Gryffindors 6pm.

FRED, GEORGE & LEE: Alright