Hi,

This is the very first time I'm writing a fanfiction for NaNoWriMo (also the very first story I upload on the internet that I'm writing for NaNoWriMo). Which means, I will upload almost daily (unless for some reason internet doesn't work) and there will be some grammar mistakes (but that can also happen because English isn't my native language).
I hope you like it, if you were crazy enough to click on this story!

Jill

A girl with blond hair was standing at the bottom of a stairs. Her bright blue eyes were looking upstairs while a sigh escaped her lips. She was always the first one down and always had to wait. When she saw a girl with brown hair a smile formed on her lips. "Took you long enough, Kelly," the girl said with a smirk. "I was almost afraid I had to wait till I had company."

"You know I wouldn't do that to you," Kelly said with a smile.

"I know," the girl said. "You are the best friend a girl can have." She put her arm around the girls shoulder and together they walked through the portrait of the fat lady that was already open.

"Isn't he at Quidditch practice anyway?" Kelly asked with a twinkle in her brown hair. The blond shrugged her shoulders, while she contemplated the question.

"I wouldn't know," she said. "I haven't nicked the schedule from Roxanne, yet." Her heels were making sounds in the normally crowded hallways.

"There is always a first time for everything."

The rest of their walk was in silence, since neither of the girls could think of anything else then the breakfast their stomachs were dying to have. They quietly sat down at the long table they shared with their house, the brave Gryffindor. The blond girl took quick notice of who were seated, but was relieved when the person she was looking for was indeed gone. The source of her daily frustration, James Sirius Potter.

"Just two more years until we graduate, Daisy," Kelly said with a knowing smile on her face, because she had seen her best friend checking the table like she did most mornings and it always made her smile or frown.

"Two long years," Daisy said with a eyebrow raised. But her attention was soon directed to a boy in a blue uniform that was looking in her direction on another table. She smiled and waved, before she continued eating.

"Which poor guy are you trying to hit on now?" Kelly said while a chuckle escaped her lips. It wasn't uncommon to find Daisy with a guy, one would almost call it an addiction. Even though she hasn't been on as many dates as she would have liked.

"Poor guy?" Daisy asked with a innocent smile. "He isn't a poor guy, he is a lucky guy." A snort escaped Kelly's lips. Daisy gave a playful glare in her direction.

"I don't want to know," Kelly said while a shudder went through her spine. Some things were better off not knowing. "Why are we friends again?"

"Because you love me," Daisy said with a smirk on her lips. "I bring out the best of you and I wouldn't know what to do without you."

"But Princess Daisy I don't know what to do without you," a male voice said behind the blondes back. Daisy rolled her eyes towards her best friend. Just when she thought she gotten away this morning and she only had to deal with that in class.

"I'm not a princess," Daisy hissed towards her constant annoyance. "Good morning Fred, how was Quidditch practice?" She saw Kelly hiding an smile in her hands. Only her best friend would find her frustration amusing.

The red haired sat in front of her, with a smirk on his face. "It was good," he said, not asking how she knew, because the muddy Quidditch clothes he wore answered that question. "Why don't you come watch next time so you can see for yourself?" Daisy gave the black haired guy still behind her a look, as if it was an answer enough. The red badge on his shirt with a C on it should.

"I watch practice, just not yours," Daisy said with a smirk on her face. A gasp behind her was the reaction she hoped to get. "The boys in our team just won't do for me."

"There are some fine men in Ravenclaw, aren't there?" Kelly asked her best friend with a wink, playing along. Daisy pretended to think over the question, before giving a nod.

"They sure do," she answered. She stood up from her seat and gave Fred a little wave. "While I don't mind your company I really must be going." Kelly also stood up from her seat and as they linked their arms they walked away from the two boys. One with an amused look, the other with a livid look on his face. While the girls left the Great Hall, James sat down at the Gryffindor table.

"One day I'm going to marry that girl," he said in an convinced tone. Fred almost chocked on his pumpkin juice.

"Keep dreaming, mate, keep dreaming," was his reply.

"Miss Rosier can I have a word?" Daisy turned around to face professor Longbottom, who was the one to address her. Kelly stopped walking when she noticed her best friend stopping.

"Shall I grab your bag for you?" she asked, while Daisy gave a grateful nod to her best friend. They both knew their head of House would just ask from her what he wanted if he hadn't wanted to do so in private.

"Have I done something wrong?" Daisy asked worried to her head of House, since she couldn't find another reason why he wanted to talk to her in private.

"Not that I know of," he said with a reassuring smile. Daisy followed the professor wondering what he needed from her. She wasn't in trouble, what could he want from her then? He opened his office and Daisy made herself comfortable in the seat in front of his desk.

"If you'll excuse me being blunt, why would you need me for?" Daisy asked confused. Professor Longbottom sat sown in his office seat and made a gesture to the bowl full of candy on his desk.

"Would you care for some candy?" he asked with a smile on his face. Daisy looked at him with surprise clearly on her face. He wouldn't have called her in to ask if she wanted candy, would he?

"No, thank you," Daisy said. She looked through his office to see all kinds of plants, half of them she had never seen before, but knew they were rare. It was no secret to the students professor Longbottom collected rare plants.

"The teachers and I had a talk about you," professor Longbottom started and Daisy's blue eyes wondered back to the professor. Didn't he just say she wasn't in any trouble? Normally the teachers spoke to one another when there was trouble. Daisy's silence was enough encouragement to continue. "We were looking at your school results where you just barely scrape an A and compared them to your O.W.L. results where you got only O's."

Were they going to accuse her of cheating? But by then she remembered him saying she wasn't in trouble, then what was this about? "I'm not sure I'm following," Daisy said, trying to solve the puzzle in her head. Where was he going with this?

"We were wondering why you would do so poorly in class when you could clearly do so much better," professor Longbottom said with confusion in his voice. Daisy could feel a blush starting on her cheeks. She couldn't possibly explain her reasons for that to her professor now, could she? She opened her mouth a few times to answer, but since she couldn't really think of an appropriate answer she closed it again. "We want to advice you not to get up in peer pressure."