I looked around at all of the students scattering to class. I ran my hands through my golden hair and brushed the wrinkles out of my red and orange tie and headed to my first class.
As I walked down the halls I noticed the old, grey bricks lining the walls. I headed down stone stairs and walked into a classroom full of caldrons and funny-looking potions and books. I smiled and took my seat next to a girl with long, brown, curly hair. She was warring the same colour tie, so I figured she was okay.
"Hello!" I said.
"Hello." She said back.
"My name is Darcy, what's yours?" I asked.
"Hermione." She said.
"That is a beautiful name! I love your hair too!"
"Hehe, thanks Darcy. Um, are you new here? I haven't met seen you at all before." She questioned.
"Oh, yeah, I transferred here from Durmstrang this year." I said.
"Well, I'm sure you're going to like it here at Hogwarts! Except maybe this class, and professor-"
Just then a man with long black hair down to his shoulders strode into the room. He looked very angry as he walked in.
"I am Professor Snape. I very well hope that all of you children have the necessary equipment to complete this class this year or I suggest you leave now." He said. His voice was very deep and sour.
Two boys who were sitting next to us started chuckling. One had red hair and freckles; the other had jet-black hair and glasses. I new, of cores, it was Harry Potter. Snape slowly turned towards them scanning Hermione and I with his eyes as he looked at them.
"Do you find what I say humorous?" He asked.
"Oh of cores not sir." Harry said rudely.
"You are just like your idiot father Potter, your ignorance endures me as I watch you grow up, but I just hope you know that if you interrupt my class and not learn, I might as well hand you over to the Dark Lord this minute to be slaughtered." He hissed.
At this point Harry was quit. His friend with the red hair looked down quietly.
"That's not very nice," I said. "I know Harry didn't have the right to say that, but I do think that was a little harsh saying you'd hand him over to Voldemort to have him slaughtered. I mean, what kind of teacher are you? Not a very good one if you still hold a grudge about a student's father who you disliked, how long has it been? Twenty years? I think its about time to let go."
He looked at me with a bitter expression on his face.
"Detention." He said. "After classes tonight at 8 o'clock."
'Oops.' I thought.