Through the Pages of Time: Joey’s Hogwarts Tale

When Professor Quirrell burst into the Great Hall, shouting about a troll in the dungeon, Joey was in the middle of enjoying a spicy Mexican chicken wing. While the students around her screamed in panic, Joey felt a thrill of excitement. Gryffindor's screams were always a mix of fear and adrenaline, and Joey was no exception.

She spat out the chicken bone, grabbed her wand, and declared loudly, "Is it one of my relatives? I have to meet them!"

Angelina, who had been nervously clutching her own wand, burst out laughing at Joey's remark.

"Hey! I want to say hello to your relatives too!" Lee chimed in.

Fred, sitting nearby, threw a piece of pie at Lee. "Back off. It's not your turn."

But before anyone could act on their curiosity, Headmaster Dumbledore intervened, instructing the prefects to lead the students back to their common rooms. Percy, the newly appointed Gryffindor prefect, puffed out his chest with pride and began herding everyone like sheep. Joey, Fred, and George were his primary targets.

"Can't you go bother the first-years instead of following us around?" Fred and George complained.

"No! You three are the most troublesome in Gryffindor. I'm making sure you get to the common room safely," Percy said sternly, his prefect badge gleaming.

"You don't trust us!" Joey protested.

"You don't have much credibility!" Percy shot back, shoving Fred and George forward.

As they marched back, Joey overheard Harry and Ron whispering about Hermione. "She's not here!" Harry said, sounding worried.

"Maybe she's still crying in the bathroom," Ron muttered guiltily. "But she's so annoying, always acting like she knows everything!"

Joey turned around, glaring at Ron. "It's not her fault you're bad at studying!"

Ron flinched, hiding behind Harry. "You're one to talk! You always call Ryan a nerd!"

"Watch it, Ron!" Joey raised a fist, but Percy intervened before she could act.

"Joey, keep up! No dawdling!" Percy barked.

"Yes, Mr. Prefect!" Joey replied sarcastically, shooting Ron a warning look.

Back in the common room, the Gryffindors waited anxiously for news. To pass the time, they began practicing spells, with Joey volunteering to play the role of the troll. She dodged spells with ease, countering with her own jinxes.

"Joey! Trolls can't use wands!" one student protested after Joey immobilized him with a Leg-Locking Charm.

"Who says trolls can't evolve? I'm a wand-wielding troll!" Joey retorted, earning laughter from the crowd.

The chaos escalated as more students joined in, casting tickling charms and dancing spells. By the time Professor McGonagall returned with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, the common room was a madhouse. Students were laughing, dancing, and hexing each other.

Professor McGonagall's face turned purple with rage. "What is going on here?!" she roared, silencing the room with a wave of her wand. "Clean this mess up yourselves, or no one sleeps tonight!"

The students scrambled to obey, and Joey and Angelina were tasked with repairing broken teacups using the Restoration Charm. They turned it into a competition, creating mismatched, colorful teacups that horrified Hermione.

"Those pieces don't belong together!" Hermione said, unable to resist correcting them.

Joey grinned. "But now they're one cup, just like you, Harry, and Ron. Different, but together!"

Hermione blushed but smiled. "You're right. I was being narrow-minded."

"Don't take her seriously," Angelina said, rolling her eyes. "Joey just has terrible taste."

The next day, Joey learned about Harry, Ron, and Hermione's encounter with the troll. Lee recounted the story dramatically at breakfast, while Harry tried to downplay his heroics.

"Why didn't I think of using the Floating Charm yesterday?" Lee lamented. "Maybe I could've taken Joey down!"

"Fred would've hexed you worse than the tickling charm," Angelina warned, glancing at Fred, who was busy stealing Joey's bread.

"Hey! If I bite it, it's mine!" Joey protested as Fred snatched her jam-covered bread.

"Then you bit me yesterday. Does that mean I'm yours too?" Fred teased, his mouth full.

Joey's face turned red. "That's not the same thing!"

George laughed. "You're just asking for trouble, Fred."

As the first Quidditch match against Slytherin approached, Wood's intense training sessions left the team exhausted. Joey and Angelina complained constantly, but Harry's determination impressed everyone.

"Look at Harry! He's a natural!" Wood shouted during practice. "The rest of you are just old fritters!"

Fred and George retaliated by "accidentally" aiming Bludgers at Wood.

On the day of the match, the stadium was packed. The twins had created python-shaped marshmallows, which Flami bought in bulk for Slytherin. Joey didn't have the heart to tell them she'd tripled the price.

The Slytherin team, led by Shafiq, was as arrogant as ever. During the pre-match handshake, Shafiq gripped Joey's hand tightly, pulling her closer. "I won't bump into you this year," he said with a smirk.

"Then your keeper better watch out. I'll score every chance I get," Joey shot back, trying to free her hand.

Fred stepped in, pressing his bat against Shafiq's chest. "Let her go, old man."

The crowd buzzed as Lee announced, "Looks like we've got some tension between Slytherin and Gryffindor already!"

Shafiq released Joey's hand, his cold eyes locked on Fred. "Meddlers usually end up badly."

Fred's hand, warm and steady, found Joey's as they walked away. She couldn't help but notice how comforting it felt—unlike Shafiq's icy grip.

"It's just because Shafiq's hands were disgusting," Joey told herself. But deep down, she knew it was more than that.