Summerwood, It was Only Pranks of Love

Lisa Summerwood is coming to Hogwarts and is as much a prankster as the Weasley twins. I have two more sections already written but I want to see how y'all like it.

"Summerwood, Lisa."
Lisa stepped forward and sat on the stool waiting for the sorting hat to say which house she belonged in. However it was plain to see that Lisa wasn't a first year, she was actually a fourth year. She transferred from a private school for witches and wizards to come to Hogwarts. That would be because she always played pranks and they couldn't afford to pay off the headmistress this time around. So now she was here, finally.
"You would do well in Slytherin. You certainly got the anger to plot out something dreadful." said the hat in her mind.
Lisa looked up to the sorting hat and said loudly, "Hat, if you keep considering placing me in Slytherin or put me in there then I will jinx you so bad that even Dumbledore will have to take a week to figure out how to put you right. And trust me, it won't be pretty."
For a few seconds the hat muttered to itself and then shouted, "Griffindor!"
The whole table erupted in cheers and she started to walk over when a pair of look-a-like gingers came on either side and bowed to her.
"That was-"
"Bloody brilliant that was."
"We are the Weasley twins-"
"I am the devilously good-looking one and names Fred."
"My name is George."
She laughed, "Do you two have to finish each others sentences? It's like being at a tennis match! And call me Summerwood, I don't like the name Lisa."
The twins sat down and looked at her expectantly. And instead of sitting on either side and having to choose one, she sat in the middle. This made them blush a little because they hadn't moved and she now sat on one of their legs, as opposed to the bench.
Sorting this year went faster than usual to Fred and George with Lisa sitting quite comfortably on their laps.
"I'm not putting y'all legs to sleep now am I?"
"Not-" started Geroge.
"Only a little-" started Fred.
This time she almost fell of the seat laughing at them, "Well, if you had moved over a smidgen I would have been able to sit on the bench and not two practically strangers' laps. Which I'm sorry for by the way."
Fred lifted her up on his side and scooted out from under her and set her down.
Then the food appeared on the table and Fred saw her face lite up. He smiled as he helped himself to food, also noticing that she ate like a Weasley. Not at all like some person obsessed about how fat they are when they are skinnier than death.
"So mind if I ask why you transferred here, Miss Summerwood?" asked George also watching her eat. (Nt-She ate with manners only a lot more than they thought she would)
Lisa smirked, "Because my parents and my headmistress at my other school were tired of my pranking at all times so she kicked me out of the school. I didn't have the money to pay her off so I got shipped off here."
George glanced at Fred to make sure he had heard right. The two passed a look and Lisa saw.
"What is it?"
"We have never met a girl who loved to prank people like we do. Want to join us?" Fred asked her as they stood to leave the dining hall.
She thought about it a minute, "It depends on who and why."
"Draco Malfoy because..."
"That pig comes here?"
"Yes, how do you know him?" asked George.
She sighed dramatically, "My parents want to be like the elite rich even though we are totally middle class. And so they socialize with the likes of them." She snarled the last word.
"What did he do to you?" asked Fred picking up on something in her voice.
"Nothing, let's just prank the little brat."
At that she linked arms with them and led them into an empty corridor.
"Now what are we going to do to him?"
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Me-I'm going to end it there. I just wanted to give a taste of how people liked it. So please message or review with CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. Or rate. Either or both work. Thanks for reading.
P.S. And bear with the grammer I'm horrible at picking it up in my own work.

Reviews

[The Cute 1]

this is good

[shoaib]

awesome story
great work with it