div class="_aok"span class="_3oh- _58nk"Sept 2nd, 1981 At the head table during breakfast I couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive about my first class. I'm still a little disappointed at the fact that I'm not the Defense Against The Dark Arts professor. I understand Dumbledore's reasoning but that doesn't mean I have to be happy about it. I glanced around the Great Hall and caught a few students staring and gave them a withering scowl. They don't know me and what I've been through. When breakfast was dismissed I headed to my chambers to prepare for the day. I was actually nervous about this first day. They all know what I've done and judge me without knowing who I really am. I'm only 21. I've made my mistakes. How can I get them to respect me and my position when half of them remember me by "Snivellus"? Approached the door to my first class of the day my hands were shaking slightly. I could hear the raucous buzz coming through the door and down the hall. 5th year Gryffindor and Slytherin. Why do they pair them knowing the animosity between the houses? As I got closer the noise seemed to get louder and I was trying to figure out how to get them to quiet down. I was just about to push through the door when my boot snaged an uneven stone in the floor. I tried to catch myself with the door but it went flying open crashing into the walls. Somehow I had managed to stay up right. I strode in like nothing happened and all the students were quiet and facing forward. The door opening like it did must have startled them all. Well, now I have their attention and my new entrance./span/div