Logical by Olivia Rodrigo

I look so stupid thinking two plus two equals five.

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"Are you physically incapable of getting changed quickly?" I groan when all the Gryffindor boys finally come out of the changing rooms. The girls are getting dressed in their dorms — likely to avoid me. 

"Practice doesn't start until 11. You're the one who arrived two hours early to warm up, that's not our problem." Oliver Wood tells me sternly.

"But I ask the question, are you warm enough to do this?" I challenge, dropping into the splits, causing a few cringes from the older boys on the team thinking about what that would do to their decrepit bodies.

"Very good, but I ask the question, how is that going to help you?" Wood throws back. 

"Can't spoil my tactics." I wink, getting onto my broom and flying up to do a couple laps as I wait for them to finish talking.

"She's not right." I hear one of the twins scoffs. 

I ignore them as I shoot around at least 5 laps of the pitch to warm up. When I finally land again I hear one of the twins, "She might be annoying, but she's bloody hard working." 

I walk towards the two twins, eying them both up and down. "3 and 2, which is which?" I demand casually.

"I'm-" The kinder one on the right with a number 2 starts before number 3 cuts him off. "Doesn't matter who's who." He interjects.

"Fine. Weasel 1 and Weasel 2 it is." I scoff, walking to my starting position and waiting as the girls walk on the pitch and take their positions soon after.

We play a quick game of their team vs their subs and me. So naturally, they take lead most of the game because their players are better than the kids that didn't make the team, but I play like my life depends on it.

Beside me, Harry is struggling to keep up. It's not that he isn't a good player, because as much as I hate to say it, he's the best player Gryffindor has ever seen. It's more to do with the fact I've practised every day and built my stamina.

"What's wrong, Potter? Scared you're gonna lose to a girl?" I mock. "That would be a first." He smirks, dashing off in the direction of the snitch. But I understand his tactic immediately, he'd trying to make me follow so that he can quickly turn and find the real snitch. He's done it before.

So instead I look around, catching sight of the shiny practise snitch. I race for it and after a momentary chase, manage to take possession and snatch it.

Everyone is visibly infuriated as we lower to the ground once again.

"Good game you guys. For me of course." I smile, shrugging innocently.

Weasel 2 decides to step forward as if trying to initiate a fight, to which nice twin stops him with a hand to the chest.

"Beat you later." I smile and skip off, heading back to the castle to prepare for classes and get dressed into my uniform.

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"Gather round! Gather round! Can everybody see me? Can you all hear me? Excellent." Lockhart announces from a duelling stage he's standing upon. "In light of the dark events of recent weeks, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little Duelling Club, to train you all up in case you ever need to defend yourselves, as I myself have done on countless occasions. For full details, see my published works." He winks.

"Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape. He has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration. Now, I don't want any of you youngsters to worry, you'll still have your Potions Master when I'm through with him. Never fear." 

I fold my arms, truly on the verge of homicide. This man infuriates me for reasons I'll never begin to comprehend.

The two professors step towards one another on the stage, bow and step back. "One, two, three." Lockhart calls.

"Expelliarmus!" Snape chants, blasting Lockhart across the room, making me grin a little with enjoyment. 

"An excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape, but if you don't mind me saying, it was pretty obvious what you were about to do. If I had wanted to stop you, it would have been only too easy." Lockhart boasts. I roll my eyes. 

"Perhaps it would be prudent to first teach the students to block unfriendly spells, Professor." Snape smiles subtly.

"An excellent suggestion, Professor Snape. Let's have a volunteer pair. Potter, Weasley, how about you?" Lockhart suggests cheerfully.

"Weasley's wand causes devastation with the simplest spells. We'll be sending Potter to the Hospital Wing in a matchbox. Might I suggest someone from my own house. Lupin, perhaps?" Snape speaks sharply.

All eyes turn to me and I raise a brow, wondering what I've done wrong to get Snape's attention this time. I groan and step onto the stage as instructed. 

"Good luck, Potter." Lockhart says, "Thank you, sir." Harry replies. I sigh, stepping forward to face Harry, bowing begrudgingly. 

"Wands at the ready." Lockhart instructs. I raise my wand, walking back several paces and then turning.

"On the count three, cast your charms to disarm your opponent, only to disarm. We don't want any accidents here. One, two, three." 

In an instant I cast a spell, "Everte Statum!" I smirk with pride when Harry is sent flying backwards."Rictusempra!" Harry sits up and yells. "Protego!" I instantly yell.

"I said disarm only!" Lockhart booms at me. "You're next if you don't shut it." I growl. "Excuse me?" He yells.

The second I've had enough it's evident on my features, but even more so on my tongue when I cast a spell I learnt from a rather questionable source — Corbin White. "Serpensortia!" I boom in the direction of Lockhart. A cobra expels out my wand, screams echoing as it slithers slowly towards him. 

"Don't move, Potter. I'll get rid of it for you." Snape steps in, being interrupted by Lockhart. "Allow me, Professor Snape. Alarte ascendare!" He yells.

The snake flies into the air and I furrow my brows. "Are you thick?!" I shout at the professor, aware he's simply enraging it instead of diminishing it.

The snake turns to a nearby cowering Hufflepuff, Justin Finch-Fletchey. 

"Are you scared, boy?" The snake hisses. "Leave them alone. Get Blondie over there instead." I instruct the snake jokingly, expecting a commotion. Instead, everyone is staring at me with disbelief. "Vipera. Evanesca." Snape chants, the snake turning to dust.

"What are you playing at?!" Justin booms furiously at me. "Saving you, don't sound to ungrateful. I'll have no problem getting another one." I snarl, stepping off the stage. The stares and whispers amplify.

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When I arrive at the great hall for lunch, my arm is gripped by Corbin, all eyes on me as he snatches me out of the hall, dragging me to the empty corridor. 

"What's your problem?" I bark at him. "My problem is that you never told me you were a Parselmouth." He sneers.

"And you never told me you were an arse eating-" I start only for him to literally yell in my face. "I know you hate me right now, but you're still my friend so I'm gonna ask you this once, and I want you to tell me the truth. Are you the heir?" He says gently.

I furrow my brows at him. "Heir of what? Heir of some money?.. or heir of-" I start to mock.

"I'm not joking. Answer the question." He replies unamused.

"Why? Because I touched blood on a wall?" I groan impatiently. "Because you conjured a snake with the spell I gave you, had a conversation with said snake and then told it to attack a Hufflepuff. Draco told me — matter of fact, everyone told me because you're the talk of the school." He accuses.

"Are you deranged? I didn't tell a snake to attack a Hufflepuff, I told it to leave him alone and go for Lockhart. It was fine, I was joking. And I knew the charm to get rid of it anyway in case he actually listened." I shrug unbothered.

"So you're admitting it's true. You're a Parselmouth." He confirms.

"I'm saying I don't know what the fuck you just called me, but I suggest you shut your mouth." I spit.

"You spoke to a snake." He reiterates.

"It spoke first. Don't make it sound like I'm some insane snake whisperer. Everyone heard what we were saying. I mean I'm not sure who taught the snake English, but ask anyone." I shrug.

"I asked everyone. Do you really not know? Were you not even remotely aware?" He gapes. "Aware of what?" I seethe.

"Goldy.. You can talk to snakes." He tells me. "Good observation." I snort. "No, I mean you can talk to snakes in Parseltongue, that's the language they speak." Corbin tells me.

"You're full of shit. I'm sure I'd notice if I was talking snake." I fume. "Bronwyn, nobody else understood what you were saying. They say you just started hissing and speaking to the thing." He informs me.

I falter, unsure if I'm dreaming this or not.

"Did you really not realise?" He asks. "Well evidently not!" I snap. "Surely other people can speak it? I mean we're in a wizarding school for Merlin's sake!" I yelp.

"It's not particularly rare. I mean there's only really one known bloodline that can speak it.." He trails off, cogs turning madly behind his eyes.

"And?" I demand. "Slytherin." He states firmly, tight jaw.

"As in..." I trail off, genuinely afraid of myself. He nods.

"Come with me." I call over my shoulder, already racing up staircases, knowing he's following behind me. 

"Where are we going?" He asks. "Somewhere private." I reply firmly.

He captures his forehead in his hand, rubbing it with stress as we march down the desolate corridors. I head in the direction of the library, straight towards the forbidden section, not even caring if anyone catches me.

"Goldy?" Corbin hums, nodding subtly to the Professor eying us suspiciously as we approach the area. 

"Distract her." I mumble, nudging him and pretending to inspect some books on toad species. Corbin saunters over, instantly making up some topic of class.

I slip into the section, scanning the shelves and finding one book in particular.

I grab Corbin's wrist once I have the book, stacked amongst a pile of the toad books. "Bye Professor." He yelps out, speed walking down the halls until we reach the main stairway. I drag him all the way down, through winding corridors and eventually down to the dungeons. 

"What book did you take?" He asks me sharply when we arrive back in the girls dormitories. I invite him inside my bedroom. Boys aren't allowed in boys dorms, or girls in boys, but the magic preventing such is weak. It's almost as if Dumbledore wants us to break the enchantments.

I throw the books onto one of my roommates bed, discarding the ones I don't need.

I look up to Corbin's eyes, both of us staring down at the book before us. His jaw ticks a little and his eyes widen. 

A book filled with records of every Azkaban prisoner ever.

"You're finally going to tell me who your parents are?" He asks slowly. "I shouldn't. Because quite frankly you were a dick when you called me a crybaby-"

He looks to me with great regret, "Listen, I'm so sorry about that Goldy, you know-" He begins to plead.

"I'm willing to move on. But not because you deserve it. Just because I'm yet to find anyone willing to be my friend." I shift, a slight uncomfortable sadness inside of me.

"Don't say that-" Corbin starts with sympathy. "My Mother is Morticia Monroe and my Father is Sirius Black." I blurt.

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A/N:

Back with another inconsistent chapter, sorry!!