We're the Weasleys || Weasley Next Gen

Part 2, Chapter 51- Annie's POV

**A/N** Hi lovelies! Back again with a cute little Annie POV for you all. It's been a while since I wrote a chapter in her POV and I didn't realize how much I missed her! I'll be back next weekend probably (maybe sooner depending on how much I procrastinate) probably with some more Cass and Leah drama for you all. See you then! xx

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"Hey,"

I plop down into the empty space on the sofa beside Lorcan in our common room, "Did you know parseltongue is the dumbest language known to man?"

Lorcan closes the textbook in his lap and laughs as he turns to face me. I sit the same way, so legs are crossed and our knees are touching, leaning back on the armrests of the sofa, "Is it now?"

"I could teach it to you if you like. My cousin sent us all a voice memo saying the word open. And instead of doing my composition..."

"You should really do that composition it was due three days ago..."

"Instead of doing my composition, I cross-referenced nearly thirty some odd books in the restricted section..."

"How'd you even get in there? Only upper years have access."

"And apparently all you have to do to speak parseltongue is to put three beats of 'sss' in front and behind each letter."

Lorcan looks at me, "It can't be that easy."

"It totally is though! Here," I pull out my phone and dial Uncle Harry's number before I put it on speaker and hold it between me and Lor so that we can both hear. "I blocked my number so it'll just say 'private caller' instead of ..."

"Potter." Uncle Harry's voice says through the phone, cutting me off mid-sentence.

"ssshsssessslssslsssossshsssasssrsssrsssyssspsssossstssstsssesssr." I put some rasp in my voice so I don't totally sound like myself. Once I've finished I look up at Lorcan with a big smile on my face.

The line is silent for a good long time.

"H – hello? Who is this?" Uncle Harry's voice wavers slightly. He's getting a little nervous.

"sssysssosssusssksssnsssossswsssssswssshsssosssisssasssmsss."

Lorcan slaps his hands over his mouth so he doesn't laugh.

"Gin? Lily?"

"sssgsssosssosssdsssbsssysssessspsssossstssstsssesssrsssisssmssswsssasssssstssscssshsssisssnsssgsssysssosssusss." I quickly hang up the phone and drop it onto the sofa.

"So instead of doing your composition for charms, you taught yourself a language that only your uncle, Voldemort, and Salazar Slytherin know?" Lorcan says laughing.

"Much better way to spend my time don't you think?"

"Next time teach yourself Latin. You'll use it more."

"You don't know that! I could become a snake whisperer in my later life."

Lorcan and I both laugh, "Right yeah, Annabeth Weasley. The snake charmer. I can't wait to say 'I knew her when we prank called the saviour of the wizarding world and it's been up hill ever since."

"Please we all know that you're not planning on dropping me anytime soon."

"I will if you don't do your composition."