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Chapter 2 : Ickle Prefect
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Dear Athena Selwyn,
Professor Filius Flitwick
Head of Ravenclaw House, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
I didn’t think it was possible, but I was pretty sure my ego had just gotten bigger.
“Weasley Cottage!” I called, hurling a handful of Floo Powder into the fireplace and striding into it. When I emerged, undignifiedly shaking soot from my hair and onto Felicity Weasley’s spotless kitchen floor, she didn’t even turn around from the kichen sink where she was peeling carrots.“Nathaniel’s at Headquarters,” she informed me. “Congratulations on becoming a prefect.”
“Okay, one, how did you know it was me, you haven’t even turned around, two, how did you know about that before my own mother—"
“You have a distinctive way of coming through the Floo, Athena Selwyn,” she says, turning and waving her wand at the soot on the floor. “And your name was on Nathaniel’s letter.”
“Oh yeah, his name was on mine too,” I said, remembering the I trust you and Nathaniel Weasley will make us proud as representatives blah blah blah that had sent me here in the first place.
“I should warn you,” Felicity continued, “The twins are at Headquarters.”
“What twins?” I asked, confused.
“Fred and George,” Felicity said, giving me a strange look as if wondering why I even bothered asking.
“They live there,” I said, confused. “Why am I being warned?”
“You’re a new prefect,” she replied, shrugging.
And they were just starting to talk to me.
“Another ickle prefect?” Fred asked me. I just got here. Like, I literally had just walked out of the fireplace at Grimmauld Place and bam, there he was.
“Piss off, Fred Weasley.”
“Now now,” he said, shaking his head at me, “That’s not the sort of language I’d expect from a prefect…”
“Tough,” I said matter-of-factly. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m no goody-two-shoes.”
“Your prefect’s badge says otherwise,” George said, having just Apparated in my face.
“I don’t even have my badge,” I said impatiently. “And George, take a step back, I don’t want your ass in my face.”
“Bet you do,” George commented, but he thankfully moved it away.
“Athena, admit it,” Fred said patronisingly. “You are an absolute teacher’s pet, top of the school, little miss perfect…”
I choked at that. “Have you met me?”
“Yes. A while ago, in fact, I’m surprised you didn’t remember.”
“Oh yeah, I broke your foot.”
“Doesn’t mean you’re not everything I just said. Is it true Ravenclaws start studying for their OWLs in January? Is it true you have an honour’s board in your common room for people who passed all their OWLs with Outstanding? On that topic, is it true the list of names is longer than the list for Head Boys and Girls since the beginning of Hogwarts?”
“I wasn’t aware this was the Battle of the Houses, considering yours was the one which chose Ron as its prefect.”
“Even Gryffindors make mistakes,” he replied with a shrug. “My point was, you are a nerd.”
“I do love being told what I am. How many detentions did you get in your first year?”
“Thirty-five individual,” he replied proudly. “Individual, as in, offences committed without George.”
“Sixty-seven,” I countered. “Number of times you’ve done homework on a Quidditch match weekend, whether playing or not?”
“For the entirety of my time at Hogwarts? Two.”
“Zero. Number of times you’ve cursed a professor?”
Fred smirked. “I suppose you’ve done that.”
“Bullshit, you’d be expelled.”
I shrugged. “Well, he was a Death Eater anyway.”
“How the hell are you a prefect?”
“Coz I’m authoritative.”
“You mean bossy.”
Fred narrowed his eyes, as if appraising me. “Level of corruption?”
“Slytherin will come last in the House Cup. That’s not a prediction, that’s a promise.”
“I’m prepared to give you the benefit of the doubt,” he said thoughtfully, stroking his chin. “George, what do you think?”
“We won’t give her the title of Ickle Prefect,” George decided, “But she’s on probation.”
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