Disclaimer: Really? I wish. But, sadly, I don't own anything Harry Potter.
Albus Potter stared out of the corner of his eye at Lysander Scamander. Lysander's mouth was scarcely open, drool leaking from the edge. Lorcan casually doodled on his desk (a picture of Professor Binns finally descending into Heaven). The twins were not alone, distractions were hard to avoid in History of Magic. In fact most students chose to use the class a nap time or for a catch up on homework, the ghostly teacher made no attempt to entertain his students, he only droned on, filled with useless information. Albus fiddled aimlessly with the green and silver tie around his neck, twisting it through his fingers. When the bell signaling the end of the period rang out, the mixed class of Slytherin and Ravenclaw forth years jumped. Yawning, the three boys stepped out of the musty classroom.
"Yes. Free period!" Lysander ginned, "I am ready for the break- agreed?" "Agreed!" Rose Weasley smiled, appeared behind them in the hallway. Her copper hair bounced on her shoulders, clashing with the fringe on her gold and scarlet scarf. "Professor Artois has given a new essay, fifteen inches, due first thing Friday. Hopefully Nev, err, Longbottom will go easy this weekend though. Anyway, I'm heading back to the common room. See you later, Al, Twins. "Is that what people are calling us now, Twins?" Lorcan said to his brother. "You are twins, Lorcan. . ." Albus rolled his eyes. "Yes, I've come to terms with that fact, but we do have separate names."
"Right, simply put, if taken in large quantities, Gmelina Bilobata, will cause a person to turn into a rock. On the up side the victim can chose the type of rock. That's nice now, isn't it?" Neville Longbottom smiled joyfully at his class, he loved his job.
Albus ginned down at the canary yellow plant and then at Scorpius Malfoy, "Reckon I could sneak this into John Goyle's lunch without him noticing?" "Seeing how thick he is, I don't think it would make much of a difference if you turned him into a rock or not. But the idiot does create a bad name for all of us Slytherins; he's still stuck in the old days." Scorpius said, looking out the window. The four houses rarely had serious fights anymore, only the students raised by the extraordinarily prejudice caused problems. "Yeah, thank goodness Owen didn't let him back on the team this year. After that all-out bludger battle with James last year. I don't think I could take anymore shouting from McGonagall about the house grudges being a thing of the past."
When the clock hit twelve noon, Albus and Scorpius walked out of the humid green houses and toward the Great Hall. The grounds were still shining green with dew. Birds sang gleefully as they dove through trees. The boys entered the packed Great Hall, and slid onto the bench at the Slytherin table. Scorpius glanced over at the Gryffindor table trying to catch the eye of Rose Weasley.
"Forth, fifth, and sixth year students", Professor McGonagall called from the head table, "tomorrow you will be having a guest teacher in your Defense against the Dark Arts class, please be polite."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thanks for reading! This is my first story, so tell me if I need to improve on anything! If you have suggestions (or questions), comment. I am planning to focus mostly on Albus's time at Hogwarts, updating shouldn't take too long :)!