Against my sister?
I was sitting near the end of the long griffindor table.
Some girls from my class were talking about lessons and other things, but I did have quite some time myself.
Me and my new bestie Kaity were having a huge argument about which of the food is the best.
I was saying that the strawberry pie is better, but she was arguing that its the its the jelly.
In the middle of the talk a random boy sat next to me.
I stopped mid sentence and turned around to look at him.
He had light blond hair, brown eyes and a big mysterious smirk, the boy looked like he was probably from Spain or from Portugal.
He turned around to look at me, right at the moment when Kaity said she gotta go.
The blond boy, made sure that no one is around us and asked me to follow him.
I looked around to see if no one was looking and when I was sure im under no ones observation followed him.
" My name is Pablo" He told me " Im an 6th grader like your sister"
"Which sister?" I asked calmly.
"Rachel" He replied.
Rachel was my 16 year old sister, who was starting 6th grade, she was, unlike my family sorted into Ravenclaw.
" What do you want?" I asked
" I want you to make your sister believe that im manipulating you into being turned against her" he said acting like its no big deal.
"Why would I ever lie to my sister?" I asked.
Through out my whole life Rachel was the kind sister, the one who would hold your hand when your pet went missing, the one who would tell u to calm down when u didn't want to leave the house for summer camp.
"I'll give us much money as you need" Pablo told me. " literly any amount".
"Why do you need me to do it?" I asked politely, not trying to couse any drama.
"That's already my business" he told me "and im not sharing it with anyone, especially Rachel's sister. So are you in?" he asked.
"Ill think" I replied, going through all the possible options of why would this weird blond need it.
"Good girl" he told me "now when u get your answer, meet me in the quidich pitch at night".
That was the last thing he said, afterwords he turned around and left leaving me alone with my hurricane of thoughts.
Some girls from my class were talking about lessons and other things, but I did have quite some time myself.
Me and my new bestie Kaity were having a huge argument about which of the food is the best.
I was saying that the strawberry pie is better, but she was arguing that its the its the jelly.
In the middle of the talk a random boy sat next to me.
I stopped mid sentence and turned around to look at him.
He had light blond hair, brown eyes and a big mysterious smirk, the boy looked like he was probably from Spain or from Portugal.
He turned around to look at me, right at the moment when Kaity said she gotta go.
The blond boy, made sure that no one is around us and asked me to follow him.
I looked around to see if no one was looking and when I was sure im under no ones observation followed him.
" My name is Pablo" He told me " Im an 6th grader like your sister"
"Which sister?" I asked calmly.
"Rachel" He replied.
Rachel was my 16 year old sister, who was starting 6th grade, she was, unlike my family sorted into Ravenclaw.
" What do you want?" I asked
" I want you to make your sister believe that im manipulating you into being turned against her" he said acting like its no big deal.
"Why would I ever lie to my sister?" I asked.
Through out my whole life Rachel was the kind sister, the one who would hold your hand when your pet went missing, the one who would tell u to calm down when u didn't want to leave the house for summer camp.
"I'll give us much money as you need" Pablo told me. " literly any amount".
"Why do you need me to do it?" I asked politely, not trying to couse any drama.
"That's already my business" he told me "and im not sharing it with anyone, especially Rachel's sister. So are you in?" he asked.
"Ill think" I replied, going through all the possible options of why would this weird blond need it.
"Good girl" he told me "now when u get your answer, meet me in the quidich pitch at night".
That was the last thing he said, afterwords he turned around and left leaving me alone with my hurricane of thoughts.
Don't try to be perfect, try to be yourself.