A/N: I know don't kill me but I needed to work on something else to jog my brain!!! So here's a new story new concept please tell me what you think!!!
Disclaimer: JK owns all things Harry Potter, Charles Dickens wrote a Tale of Two Cities, and Leonardo Devinci is the owner of all things art.
My name is Monalisa Thomas. My mum, Anabelle Thomas, is obsessed with muggle art…and I mean freakishly obsessed. For my birthday she gave me a necklace with a charm of the Mona Lisa. As you could probably tell, her favorite artist is Leonardo Devinci, hence my name. Monalisa Ferroniere Thomas. She’s got copies of famous muggle art ALL over the house.
For example, the portrait Mona Lisa is my door. Not on my door, mind you…is my door.
When we have company over, they all sort of…stare, its as if our house is an art gallery to them.
Which I suppose it is, to muggles anyway. My mom wanted to gain some extra revenue so she turned our house into an art Gallery since she loves all the artists anyway. I swear she’s more of a freak than I am and I’m named after paintings. Most muggles don’t even recognize the simple extension spells she’s placed on the house.
Funny story. One day, when I was in my third year or so at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, yes, it’s a magic school. You’re probably wondering what kind of crack I’m on, but it’s real I tell you, REAL!
Ok… anyways, it was over summer holidays and I was in my room working on homework. While I was writing a letter to my best friend Carly, my tummy grumbled. I must have forgotten it was a “gallery” day because when I opened my Mona Lisa door a whole group of unsuspecting muggles stood staring at me! Let’s just say memory charms were in order.
My mum was furious! My dad, Dean, finally calmed her down after an hour of straight screaming. My mother is lovely, isn’t she?
My dad loves my mum and finds her obsession… endearing. He’s the buffer between the two of us; I’m constantly fighting with my mum about one thing or another, we don’t really get along. You see; I call my mum’s, endearing, quality a lapse in her sanity, whereas he calls it a hobby. What he doesn’t realize, however, is how her “hobby” affects our everyday life. I’m pretty sure once you’ve named your only child after the paintings residing in your home it’s safe to say you’ve graduated to obsession. Anyway, my dad says mum’s obsession reminds him of his friend’s dad, Arthur Weasley. He says that Ron, his friend, and his family had a lot of odd quirks. He said that mum’s ‘hobby’ was absolutely no comparison the Arthur’s. As if I’d ever believe him. Insert scoff.
Enough with my family and enough embarrassing memories please. So on to the whole reason why this…um what exactly is this? Oh right, story time. So, I’m guessing the embarrassing stories aren’t quite through then, are they?
Uhhum…alrighty then, I need a name for you, since this is going to be a long memory; so let’s call you…Bibbles. Don’t ask why you crazy blubbering idiot! BECAUSE I SAID SO, THAT’S WHY!!!
Ahem. Moving on. I am a fifth year Gryffindor. In my opinion I should’ve been sorted into Ravenclaw like my mum, but I guess my dad’s Gryffindor spirit resides deep inside of me… and I mean deep. My hair is a sleek brunette, usually braided or in a messy bun, and my eyes are a chocolate brown. I’m usually by myself and if I’m not, I’m with my best friend, Carly Wilson.
Carly Wilson is the prettiest girl in our year. Strange, how I’m her best friend, and yet hardly anyone even knows my name. But, I don’t mind, I like solitude. I love the long hours spent in peace in the library without anyone bothering me.
Nothing entertaining ever goes on in my life and that’s the way I like it. So why the Sorting Hat put me in Gryffindor, I have absolutely no idea. I’m telling you, the Gryffindor spirit, it’s way down there. The thing is, I don’t resent it. Believe me, I think I look better in red than I do in any color of the four houses, but I’m not anywhere near outgoing. I’m never in a situation that requires me to be brave, so I don’t even know if I’m that!
I’m quiet and I love books; that’s about as close to an adventure as I can handle…the stuff in a book. Pathetic, I know.
So, on September 9th 2020, my entire world shifted; all because of a chance encounter with James Sirius Potter…or, that’s what he calls himself anyway. Who the hell introduces themselves using their middle name? The prat…
It all started like this:
“Lisa!” called Carly from down the hall. I turned to see the bouncing blonde bound her way towards me.
“Hey Carly.” I sigh, returning my nose to the book in front of me. A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens, classic.
“Guess what!?” she cried causing the entire hallway to turn in her direction. I didn’t take my nose out of the book as I answered exhaustedly, “What?”
“Fred Weasley asked me out!”
“Who?” I asked, uninterested.
She paused for a second to see if I was joking. I looked up, meeting her crystal blue eyes with nothing but uninterested confusion that seemed to taint my usually knowing brown.
“Oh mi god!” she cried, “You don’t know who Fred Weasley is?”
“Never heard of him.” I deadpanned. She seemed to give up all hope with me and continued with her bubbly self of pure excitement.
Nothing could ever keep her down when something exciting happened in her life. To be honest, her enthusiasm with life was a tad bit nauseating.
“Anyway, he’s going to sneak us off to Hogsmeade for the evening for some after school fun.” She winked and I wanted to gag. My poor friend, she’s going to have so many sexually transmitted diseases before our seventh year is out.
“And the point of telling me this is what?” I asked, returning my face to my book.
She huffed, “Just to say don’t wait up.” She giggled and I couldn’t help but smile.
I wrapped my arm around her in a hug as she skipped off to probably tell Mariana, she always acted more excited about gossip news like this.
I had begun my walk up to the library. My nose in my book and my hair held loosely in a ponytail.
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way--in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only." And I never got to read the next line of the Charles Dickens book because in that moment, something hard hit me square in the shoulder making my book and everything else fly across the hallway.
My pulled back hair fell out of the loose ponytail and my shoulder throbbed, feeling as if I had hit it hard with a brick wall.
Warm protective hands were holding my shoulders, keeping me from hitting the floor. I looked up and saw hazel eyes and messy black hair staring back at me. My breath caught short and I scrambled out of his grasp.
“Merlin, watch where you’re going!” Called an arrogant voice from behind me. I turned to see a red headed boy rubbing his shoulder as he strutted back toward me. His face was haughty and ‘prat-like’ and I automatically didn’t like him.
“You were the one running down the halls, you arrogant prat.” I spat at the red head, bending to pick up the items that fell from my bag.
The black haired, hazel eyed boy stared at me with a wide-eyed, impressed look, while the red head looked enraged, “Who do you think you are!?”
“Lisa.” I spat at him, “Who the hell are you!”
They both stared at me, “Who…who am I?” he stuttered, giving me the same look that Carly had given me earlier.
I looked at him with annoyed, impatient eyes.
“I, my dear annoying friend, am Fred Weasley.”
My eyebrows shot to the sky. He watched me reaction with a satisfied smirk.
“You’re Carly’s new boyfriend?” I asked in pure, unadulterated disgust.
His smirk immediately fell into a hilarious “o”. “You did NOT just refer to me as someone’s boyfriend!” he cried indignantly.
“Why, in Merlin’s name, is she dating such a prick?!” I murmured to myself, completely ignoring his comment. My eyes were wide staring at the so-called Fred throw his little unmanly hissy fit.
The other boy came up to me, “Who are you?” he asked, a laugh in his eyes.
“Lisa, did you not hear me earlier or something?” I looked at him annoyed. He stepped back a fraction. His eyes were searching mine.
“You don’t know who I am either do you?” He asked watching my reaction. I merely rolled my eyes and picked up the last of my things from the floor…with no help from either of the boys…they’re wearing red robes…Gryffindors…the chivalrous…so much for that load of shit.
He laughed, bending to pick up my “Tale of Two Cities” from the floor, “Well let me inform you then. I am James Sirius Potter. And I make it my duty to know every single pretty girl in this school, old or young.” He winked. I stared at him not sure if he was joking, “What year are you?” He asked with a chuckled at my bewildered expression.
“Fifth.” I answered shortly, my eyes narrowing. Can these guys seriously be for real right now?
“I’m in that year though.” He said, confused.
“And your point is?” I countered angrily.
His brows furrowed in confusion, “What house?”
I looked at him again. I wanted so badly to tell them off. I mean seriously, they are as thick as they come, “Gryffindor?” I said with an exasperated sigh. I placed my fingertips on my temple and began to rub the tension out of them.
“You’re a fifth year Gryffindor and you DON’T KNOW WHO WE ARE!?” cried Fred.
I was about to snap at him when the boy named James began to speak, completely ignoring his friend, “But I’m in that house.” He said while watching me.
“Obviously.” I said again, opening my eyes to look at him.
His eyes brightened, “So you do know us!”
I scoffed and rolled my eyes, “It doesn’t take a genius to look at your uniforms. Red and gold usually signifies Gryffindor students, but I guess you two don’t particularly understand that because you had to ask me, when I am obviously wearing the same colors as you!” I was practically shouting at these two idiots. I mean really!? Why do they have to be so annoying!?
I grabbed my book out of the slack hand of James Sirius Potter and marched off in the opposite direction.
I stared after the girl who I’ve never met, but I’m sure I’ve seen. Why haven’t I’ve ever talked to her before?
She was really beautiful, but in a muted way. Not the same way as most of the other girls I’ve dated. She has the most perfect brown hair. It had a slight curl that was tamed and beautiful. It was a little wet so the curls were soft and brilliant. She hadn’t worn any makeup and her features were naturally gorgeous. Her eyes were big and brown and so beautiful. It was as if I were falling into a hole, but not in a bad way. It was comforting. “Lisa” I murmured to myself, what a simple name. I wonder if it’s short for something.
“The bitch!” muttered Fred walking up next to me as I continued to stare at the empty hallway that she left through.
I turned to glare at him but noticed his usual grin turned down in a scowl, “I am no ones boyfriend…they are my girlfriend!”
I grinned, patting him on the back and started leading him in the direction in which we had been racing. I was made Captain of the Quidditch team this year and I was going to set a day for tryouts with Minnie.
I glanced down at the floor after seeing something shine. On the ground lay a thin silver chain with a small square charm dangling off. I bent down to pick it up and see what it was, recognizing it as a miniature picture of the Mona Lisa. Granddad Arthur is obsessed with all things muggle and his latest interest is in their art. When we were over last summer, he had gone to almost every muggle museum across the country. He even went to America! He showed us pictures of structures, and paintings, and tapestries. I’m not going to lie, a lot of it was quite beautiful. One painting in particular I remember from the rest…the Mona Lisa.
I could probably sell this for a few galleons if I really wanted to. I turned the charm around to inspect it further and saw that there was an engraving on the back, almost invisible if you didn’t look closely enough. It said: To my darling Monalisa, here is the Mona Lisa. Love, Mom.
I blinked a couple of times, “Monalisa…” I whispered, allowing the flow of the letters to slip passed my tongue.
“Come on James!” said Fred, tugging at my sleeve. I pocketed the necklace and followed Fred to the Headmistresses office. Maybe this necklace would prove to be a better find than I first anticipated.
A/N: What did you think!? Tell me!!! Do you think Fred is a jerk? What about Lisa not knowing who James Potter is crazy right!?
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