Even Twins Have Their Differences: A Marauders' Era Fanfic

So, writingfanatic and I are doing this together. Hope y'all like it.

Chapter 3

And So It Begins

Adrianna should have known when she'd thought that this year might be not be so bad that the Fates would prove her wrong. Already, she'd tripped over someone's trunk, missed the lunch trolley, and told off Regulus Black for setting off dung bombs in the corridor. To top it off, it had started raining, turning her normally curly hair frizzy.

With a sigh, she plopped into her seat. After a few moments, Lily Evans sat across from her and leaned up against the glass, watching the rain. Remus joined them moments later.

"How was your summer?" he asked politely.

"It was alright," Lily said. "Without Sev, I'd have lost my mind."

"What about yours, Adrianna?"

"I'm sure my sister's told you all about it. I mostly hid in my room."

He didn't push the issue and moments later, he and Lily got up and walked off, back to sit with their friends. Adrianna pulled out her copy of Hogwarts, A History and read for the remainder of the trip.

The train pulled into Hogsmeade station and Adrianna assisted the younger students off the train. It was a difficult task, preventing them from getting bowled over by some of the larger students, but she enjoyed the task. Eventually, she had a small group of first years gathered around her.

"You see that man over there?" she asked them, pointing to where Hagrid was standing. They nodded. "He's going to take you up to the castle."

"He looks scary," one of the little girls said, her bottom lip trembling.

Adrianna knelt down and gathered the girl in her arms. "It's alright," she whispered. "He won't hurt you. You trust me, don't you?"

The little girl nodded and Adrianna stood, keeping hold of her hand. She led the group over to Hagrid. The groundskeeper smiled at her.

"Well, who do we 'ave here?" he asked.

"A couple of first years," Adrianna responded. "This one was a little afraid of you."

"Afraid o' me? I won't 'urt you," he told the little girl.

"You're tall," she said, looking up at him.

"That I am, but I won't 'urt you."

"Will you be alright with Hagrid?" Adrianna asked. The little girl nodded and released her hand.

She made her way back to the horseless carriages, glancing around for Thomas MacDougal, the other Prefect from Ravenclaw. Finally, she spotted him.

"Thomas!" she called, jogging the short distance.

"Adri, I'd been wondering where you'd disappeared to," he said, turning to her.

Thomas had changed over the summer, Adrianna noted. His red hair was longer, tied back, and he had grown several inches, towering over her. He was considered one of the better-looking boys in their year, but she had never seen him as anything except a brother.

"Have a good summer?" she asked, hoisting her trunk into the carriage.

"It was pretty good. How about yours?"

She sighed. "It wasn't the best summer," she said honestly.

His brow furrowed. "What happened?"

"I didn't hear from Ludo, alright? Must everyone pry?"

"Sorry. Wait, you didn't hear from Bagman? That's odd, considering he basically admitted he was dating you in an interview."

She rounded on him. "He said what?"

"Climb in the carriage and I'll tell you about it. We're getting soaked."

She did as he told her and dried herself with a wave of her wand. "Now, what was that about an interview?"

Thomas dug in his bag and pulled out a copy of Witch Weekly. She raised an eyebrow at it, but took the magazine and flipped to the page with Ludo's interview. She skimmed the paragraphs until she came across the one that Tom was clearly talking about.

Considered one of the most eligible and best looking Quidditch players in the league, it's surprising someone hasn't snapped Ludo up yet. When questioned about his dating habits, he blushed and stammered for a good five minutes before managing to choke out an answer.
"I do have my eye on this one girl," he admitted. "She's still at school, though. We're really close."
He refused to reveal the girl's name, but sources say that it could be one of two girls. Emmaline and Adrianna Fenwick were close to Ludo during his time at Hogwarts, and the only girls he's been in recent contact with. According to said sources, the girls still attend Hogwarts School, and Emmaline, who is clearly the more attractive of the two, plays Quidditch. Could she be Ludo's mystery girl?

Adrianna was disgusted. "Clearly you didn't read the article," she told Tom. "They claimed he was dating my sister."

"We both know he only hung around your sister because of you."

Her eyes flashed in anger. "My sister was probably one of the few people who could put Ludo in his place. They were friends."

He raised his hands in surrender. "Fine. I'll drop it."


Once they reached the castle, Adrianna lept from the carriage, pulling her trunk out behind her, and bolted up the stairs. She was stopped by the Professor Flitwick.

"Adrianna, might I speak with you?" the tiny professor asked.

"Of course," she said, following him to his office.

"Sit down," he said once they reached it. "Adrianna, as bright as you are, I've been worrying about you since last year. You were cutting yourself off from your friends."

"I'm afraid I don't understand, professor."

"You need your friends, Adrianna. Don't cut them off. Especially Thomas. He might not be the most tackful wizard, but he is a good friend."

She nodded. "Is there anything else?"

"No. Let's get down to the feast."

That night, after she showed the first years up to the common room, Adrianna sat in bed with parchment and a quill, trying to write a letter to her father.

Dear Dad,

I hope this letter finds you in good health. I know what you're doing is important, but I know how dangerous it is. Please be careful, no matter what.
We came back to Hogwarts today. Emmaline's been distant all summer. I don't know why, but I found it bothers me almost as not hearing from Ludo. I don't know what to do, Daddy.
I can't find the words to say how much I miss you, Dad. Stay safe, stay free.

Your loving daughter,

She folded the letter and stuck it inside her journal. She'd mail it in the morning.

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