The Life and Pranks of Marielle Dupree {Harry Potter}
Marielle Dupree. Teenage witch, Animagus and student at Hogwarts. Partner-in-crime to the Weasley twins. What else do you need to create the perfect enviroment for pranking? And what with Marielle being a Gryffindor, the Slytherins are the first ones down on her list of revenge. Have fun Marielle!
BAM!
"Watch where you're going, Pureblood!"
Marielle rolled her eyes at Goyle's 'insult'. It really was stupid.
"That's not an insult, idiot,"
Goyle just stared at her dumbly as she got up off the ground. Dusting herself off, Marielle made her way to the doors on the other side of the courtyard.
"Calvorio!"
Marielle ducked out of the road just in time and turned to glare at Goyle. Goyle shrunk back from her glare and ran. Coward, she thought. She scowled as she continued on her way to Transfiguration. What a wonderful way to start the day.
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A chorus of "Fera Verto" could be heard around the room as everyone tried to turn their ferrets into water goblets. Marielle, of course, had a knack for Transfiguration, Potions and DADA so her ferret was already a water goblet. She looked around the room in boredom, wondering what she could do to cause some trouble. An evil smirk lit up her face as her eyes zeroed in on a certain blonde. Now that was someone she could take her boredom out on!
"Hey, Malfoy, I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to bond with it, although, for all we know it could be your cousin!" She called across the room. Malfoy turned and glared at her and opened his mouth to say something when someone stepped in front of her, effectively cutting off her view of the human ferret.
"Miss Dupree!" McGonagall said angrily, "I'm sure,you have better things to do other than antagonise other students!"
"But Professor, I don't have better things to do other than antagonise other students," Marielle answered, summoning her most innocent look and plastering it on her face. Her eyes went wide and glassy as she waited for an answer. McGonagall, it seemed, was impervious to her innocence, as she looked furious.
"Your cup, Miss Dupree," she said, her voice controlled. Marielle grabbed her goblet and offered it to McGonagall. She snatched it up and examined it. Setting it back down on the table with a loud THUD, McGonagall glared at her.
"Seeing as you are so good at this, you shall get extra homework. By Friday I expect these five ferrets turned into goblets along with the 2 foot essay on what you did today. Don't forget to read pages 56- 60."
Everyone was listening by now and Marielle's mouth fell open. Friday was in two days! She opened her mouth to voice these thoughts but the bell rang signalling the end of class. Everyone jumped up to exited the room and Marielle could see a certain blonde smirking. She scowled. This was all Malfoy's fault!
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The day, so far, had been terrible. Marielle just hoped that she could have a normal lunch! Walking into the Great Hall she made a bee line for the Gryffindor table. She sat down between the twins, grouchy. She grabbed an apple and started munching.
"What's up with you, Ellie?" Fred asked.
"Yeah, you're usually laughing by the time you sit down," George seconded.
Marielle just slammed her head down on the table. "You don't want to know," she moaned. Fred and George just looked at each other before both pushing back on her shoulders so that she was sitting up.
"At least finish that apple," Fred said, "its looking mighty scrumptious," Marielle snatched up her apple and took a large bite before carelessly chucking it over her shoulder. It hit Pansy Parkinson on the head.
"There," Marielle gloated,"now you can't have it,"
She grinned then frowned as something gooey hit the back of her head. She softly touched the slimy stuff now attached to her inky hair. Bringing her finger back in front of her she examined it. It looked like chewed up food!
She shot up and glared at the Slytherin table. Parkinson and her posse were sniggering and snorting like mad. Marielle pointed her wand at her head and muttered a quick "Scourgify" before storming out of the Great Hall. So much for lunch
~°~°~°~°~°~
Marielle let her head rest on the table. Divination sucked b-
"-or how about you, Miss Dupree, shall I predict your future?" Trelawney's far-away voice cut through her thoughts.
Marielle looked up groggily. "Pardon?" She asked sleepily. Trelawney drifted over to where she sat with Carmen Torro and Dru Fox. "Yes, I think I shall..." She was muttering to herself. Marielle rolled her eyes. Someone remind her why she took Divination again?
Trelawney gazed into the Crystal Ball on their table. She gasped suddenly. "Oh no!" She exclaimed. Marielle sighed, "Let me guess; a horrible, gruesome death awaits me at the bottom of the stairs?" She asked snidely.
Trelawney's already huge eyes widened. "You are very gifted, child! You are 'The One'!" Marielle leaned back in her seat. Ooookay. Just then the bell rang and she bolted out of the room to get away from the complete and utter weirdness that was Professor Trelawney. What a load of rubbish! She ran past Millicent Bulstrode and suddenly tripped, falling down the remainder of the stairs. "Biitch!" She cried out in pain. Bulstrode had tripped her! Moaning, she lay there for a second. Fred, Lee and George, who happened to be walking past at that moment in time, rushed to help her up and take her to the,hospital wing. Bloody Bulstrode.
Later that night.....
Marielle sat at her desk scribbling furiously on a piece of parchment. An evil grin lit up her face as she finished writing and folded it up to put in her shoulder bag. Those people were going to pay. Dearly.
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MWAHAHAHA! Many people will pay! Anyhooz, hope you all liked!
"Watch where you're going, Pureblood!"
Marielle rolled her eyes at Goyle's 'insult'. It really was stupid.
"That's not an insult, idiot,"
Goyle just stared at her dumbly as she got up off the ground. Dusting herself off, Marielle made her way to the doors on the other side of the courtyard.
"Calvorio!"
Marielle ducked out of the road just in time and turned to glare at Goyle. Goyle shrunk back from her glare and ran. Coward, she thought. She scowled as she continued on her way to Transfiguration. What a wonderful way to start the day.
~°~°~°~°~°~°~
A chorus of "Fera Verto" could be heard around the room as everyone tried to turn their ferrets into water goblets. Marielle, of course, had a knack for Transfiguration, Potions and DADA so her ferret was already a water goblet. She looked around the room in boredom, wondering what she could do to cause some trouble. An evil smirk lit up her face as her eyes zeroed in on a certain blonde. Now that was someone she could take her boredom out on!
"Hey, Malfoy, I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to bond with it, although, for all we know it could be your cousin!" She called across the room. Malfoy turned and glared at her and opened his mouth to say something when someone stepped in front of her, effectively cutting off her view of the human ferret.
"Miss Dupree!" McGonagall said angrily, "I'm sure,you have better things to do other than antagonise other students!"
"But Professor, I don't have better things to do other than antagonise other students," Marielle answered, summoning her most innocent look and plastering it on her face. Her eyes went wide and glassy as she waited for an answer. McGonagall, it seemed, was impervious to her innocence, as she looked furious.
"Your cup, Miss Dupree," she said, her voice controlled. Marielle grabbed her goblet and offered it to McGonagall. She snatched it up and examined it. Setting it back down on the table with a loud THUD, McGonagall glared at her.
"Seeing as you are so good at this, you shall get extra homework. By Friday I expect these five ferrets turned into goblets along with the 2 foot essay on what you did today. Don't forget to read pages 56- 60."
Everyone was listening by now and Marielle's mouth fell open. Friday was in two days! She opened her mouth to voice these thoughts but the bell rang signalling the end of class. Everyone jumped up to exited the room and Marielle could see a certain blonde smirking. She scowled. This was all Malfoy's fault!
~°~°~°~°~°~°~
The day, so far, had been terrible. Marielle just hoped that she could have a normal lunch! Walking into the Great Hall she made a bee line for the Gryffindor table. She sat down between the twins, grouchy. She grabbed an apple and started munching.
"What's up with you, Ellie?" Fred asked.
"Yeah, you're usually laughing by the time you sit down," George seconded.
Marielle just slammed her head down on the table. "You don't want to know," she moaned. Fred and George just looked at each other before both pushing back on her shoulders so that she was sitting up.
"At least finish that apple," Fred said, "its looking mighty scrumptious," Marielle snatched up her apple and took a large bite before carelessly chucking it over her shoulder. It hit Pansy Parkinson on the head.
"There," Marielle gloated,"now you can't have it,"
She grinned then frowned as something gooey hit the back of her head. She softly touched the slimy stuff now attached to her inky hair. Bringing her finger back in front of her she examined it. It looked like chewed up food!
She shot up and glared at the Slytherin table. Parkinson and her posse were sniggering and snorting like mad. Marielle pointed her wand at her head and muttered a quick "Scourgify" before storming out of the Great Hall. So much for lunch
~°~°~°~°~°~
Marielle let her head rest on the table. Divination sucked b-
"-or how about you, Miss Dupree, shall I predict your future?" Trelawney's far-away voice cut through her thoughts.
Marielle looked up groggily. "Pardon?" She asked sleepily. Trelawney drifted over to where she sat with Carmen Torro and Dru Fox. "Yes, I think I shall..." She was muttering to herself. Marielle rolled her eyes. Someone remind her why she took Divination again?
Trelawney gazed into the Crystal Ball on their table. She gasped suddenly. "Oh no!" She exclaimed. Marielle sighed, "Let me guess; a horrible, gruesome death awaits me at the bottom of the stairs?" She asked snidely.
Trelawney's already huge eyes widened. "You are very gifted, child! You are 'The One'!" Marielle leaned back in her seat. Ooookay. Just then the bell rang and she bolted out of the room to get away from the complete and utter weirdness that was Professor Trelawney. What a load of rubbish! She ran past Millicent Bulstrode and suddenly tripped, falling down the remainder of the stairs. "Biitch!" She cried out in pain. Bulstrode had tripped her! Moaning, she lay there for a second. Fred, Lee and George, who happened to be walking past at that moment in time, rushed to help her up and take her to the,hospital wing. Bloody Bulstrode.
Later that night.....
Marielle sat at her desk scribbling furiously on a piece of parchment. An evil grin lit up her face as she finished writing and folded it up to put in her shoulder bag. Those people were going to pay. Dearly.
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MWAHAHAHA! Many people will pay! Anyhooz, hope you all liked!
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