'The greatest personal limitation is to be found not in the things you want to do and can't, but in the things you've never considered doing.' –Richard Bandler

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Anne Belhumeur was quietly scribbling notes in her History of Magic class, in fact; she was probably the only person in the class, (besides her good friend Lily Evans, of course) that was actually awake. History or Magic is known to be one of the most droning, boring classes at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Now you would think that at a school of magic, the classes would be all exciting and magical. That notion is indeed, false.

Professor Binns, the ghost who taught the class, was continuing on about the goblin wars, and Anne was determined to get every tidbit of information down.

Anne glanced over at some of the other Gryffindor students, all of their heads were down, and she thought she heard a faint snort come from James Potter, a fellow fourth year Gryffindor.

In that millisecond, she realized that she had missed a few important years for her notes, since she had allowed her mind to wander. She tentatively raised her hand.

"Yes, Ms. Belhumeur. Do you have a question?" Professor Binns asked her, his voice still droning like it did during lessons.

"Um," Anne started, her voice soft, "Could you, uh, repeat those dates of the first rebellions, please?"

"June 23, 1674, and August 3, 1674." The ghostly professor repeated, and Anne quickly copied them onto her parchment.

"Thank you." She said quietly, but Professor Binns had already resumed his lecture. Anne glanced around, and was relieved to find that none of the students had stirred.

She resumed her frantic note taking, before an enchanted parchment airplane landed on her desk. She glanced up nervously, but Binns now had his back turned to the class.

Anne opened the letter, wondering who in the world it could be from.

It read;

hey can I borrow a quill? –Sirius

Anne stared at the name, Sirius. Sirius Black? She was terrified to glance up at to clarify that it was him, so she quickly reached into her bag, removed an extra quill of hers, and glanced out of the corner of her eye at Sirius.

He was staring at her expectantly, and she reddened under his gaze, which was on her for the first time in her entire life at Hogwarts. There were two problems with this situation; one, Sirius Black was awake. In class. Unheard of. And two, he wanted to take notes. In class.

Anne mustered enough of her courage, to peek fully over at him. He grinned lopsidedly, holding up a broken quill that he had scrawled the note with.

Anne, still extremely confused, glanced over at the professor. His back was still turned to the class. Anne silently pulled out her 10 inch, redwood, unicorn hair wand, and levitated the quill over to Sirius Black's desk.

Anne was shaking, as this was the first time she had ever done anything remotely bad in her life. The fear of being caught was overwhelming.

"Ms. Belhumeur." Professor Binns suddenly said, and Anne nearly fell out of her chair in fright. She had been caught. The first time that she had ever been acting out, even in the slightest way, and she had been caught. She aimed her eyes down at her shoes, unable to look at the professor, she was so shamed.

"Y-yes?" she whispered, tears welling up in her blue eyes. This was it, her first detention. What would she tell her parents? They would be so disappointed.

"Can you tell me the name of the goblin that started the goblin rebellions, leading to the goblin wars?" he asked her, as if nothing was the matter.

That was it. He just wanted Anne to answer a question. Anne nearly cried in relief, she wasn't in trouble! She was still shaking as she gave the answer, and Binns nodded in affirmation, and continued his lecture.

Anne blinked away the tears that had welled up in her eyes, and allowed her long auburn hair to create a curtain shielding her, in her shame, from the gaze of Sirius Black. She knew for certain that he had seen her childish reaction, and he was probably laughing at her with James Potter at this very moment. She glanced up at Lily, who was glaring in the direction of Sirius and James. Anne cringed at the intensity of the glare, though she knew it wasn't directed at her.

She sunk down lower in her chair, and ducked her head further as she continued to write the notes frantically, leaving space to fill in the notes she missed when the whole quill fiasco was going on. She was sure Lily could provide the missing notes for her after class.

Professor Binns assigned an essay on the goblin that had started the goblin rebellions, much to the displeasure of the class, and then the still-sleepy students were dismissed for their next class.

Anne walked out of the classroom by herself, her book-filled bag slung over her shoulder. Lily caught up with her.

"I can't believe you let them bully you so much." Lily seethed as they walked down the crowded hallways. "You should report them."

Anne ducked her head, and looked away. "It is James Potter and Sirius Black, Lily." She reminded her good friend quietly. "What good will it do? They relish getting in trouble."

Lily pursed her lips. "You should have known they were trying to get you in trouble."

Anne bit her lip slightly. "I try to see the good in people…." She started, but Lily cut her off.

"But it's Sirius Black." She reminded her. "Why would Sirius Black want to take notes in class? In History of Magic class, at that!"

"I thought of that… But he seemed genuinely in a pinch for a quill at the time…" Anne whispered.

Lily smiled at Anne, seeing how she was becoming upset. "It's alright Anne; don't beat yourself up about it." She comforted her friend, nudging her shoulder.

"Besides, who am I to deny Sirius Black a chance to get more than a T in any of his classes?" Anne joked quietly, and Lily giggled.

"I don't think that's possible unless you started doing his homework." She chuckled. "You are the best in our year, after all. I wouldn't be surprised if you were Head Girl in three years."

Anne's whole face turned bright red at Lily's praise, and she smiled sheepishly. "Oh, I highly doubt that…." She said softly, and stopped as they came to Lily's Potions classroom.

"Lily Evans!" Anne heard Professor Slughorn exclaim in pride as he spotted Lily outside his classroom. Lily waved to Anne, rolling her eyes slightly as she disappeared into the rapidly-filling classroom.

Anne half-smiled after Lily's form, and quickened her pace as she headed off to her Arithmancy class.

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So. New HP story, inspired by my love for the second part of the second film, which I saw at the 3am premiere on Friday. I anticipate a lot of chapters; I'll be challenging myself by updating EVERY DAY. Each chapter will have a limit of 1000-1500 words, so I don't overwork myself. Let me know what you think, and I'll be starting my challenge by updating tomorrow!

-Jess