Section 1:Lune

Lune woke up to a loud banging noise followed by a whispered curse. She opened her eyes sluggishly, sighing in frustration when she saw her little sister, Amy, who seemed intent on some floating pots and pans. Lune's head moved up just a bit, and she frowned in confusion at Amy. She reached out to her night stand, grabbing her glasses and putting them on.

"What in God's name do y'think yer doin'?" Amy looked back at Lune when she heard her, a smile on her face. "I was trying to make a spell to wake up the other rooms, and the bloody thing backfired on me."

Lune groaned, slamming her head onto the bed and crushing her pillow on top of her, attempting to drown out the noise. However, she could still hear the pots, and after a while she sat up, throwing her pillow to the side. She grabbed out her wand and then pointed it at the pans. "Quiescatis!" The pots and pans continued to float and hit each other, but they did so without a sound.

Lune wanted to lay back down and fall asleep, (it was a Sunday after all) but she was up, and there was nothing that could stop the flow of energy rushing through her. She swung her legs out of her bed, settling her feet on the floor for a moment before standing up. What possibly could I do on a fine autumn day such as this? Almost as if the weather was listening to Lune's thoughts and really wanted to ruin her mood, rain began to pour down in torrents. Lune narrowed her eyes, then with a huff, put on her clothes for the day and headed to the Great Hall. I'm gonna have to make a stop at the library…need to get some reading done during breakfast.

"Wait for me, Lune!" Lune turned around to see Amy running hurriedly towards her. Her short first year legs were no match to Lune's long ones, and she seemed to be having a lot of trouble reaching her. Lune stopped, an amused smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. When Amy finally caught up to her, she was panting and obviously exhausted. That made Lune feel a little bad, but it was overall pretty funny.

"Lass, I'm gonna stop at the library. That all right?" Lune looked at Amy, who seemed a little annoyed at the fact that Lune wanted to go to the library on a Sunday. But Amy seemed willing to do anything to stay with her sister, so she nodded reluctantly. The two sisters walked side-by-side into the Hogwarts library.

Lune knew exactly what she needed to get, so she headed straight towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts section. She looked carefully at each book, muttering an "ah hah" when she finally found the one she was looking for. She pulled it out of the shelf, scanning through its pages. It had everything she needed to know. It was a fairly new book, and it was said to have new secrets and guides that made everything easier. She turned around, bumping into Amy, knocking her book out of her hands.

"Watch where yer going," Lune snapped at her. Amy muttered an apology and bent down to pick up the book that Lune had dropped. Lune made an attempt to grab it, but Amy turned her back to her, reading the cover of the book out loud. "Ly-can-thro-py; How to Take Control." She looked up at Lune, her eyes wide with curiosity, "Lune, what's Lycanthopy?"

"It's Lycanthropy. It's nothing important, it's just for a school project," Lune said quickly. What she didn't want her sister to know was that she was a werewolf. She had contracted it from a wild werewolf the previous year when she had been serving detention in the Forbidden Forest and had happened to wander off unnoticed. When she had come back, covered in blood, she had just said that she ran into a tree. It was as good of an explanation as any. It was pretty easy to understand as well, Lune was very well known for her clumsiness on the ground. When she soared through the air on a broomstick, however, it was like she was a completely different person. Amy shrugged, content with Lune's answer.

"Now c'mon, Amy," Lune said as she grabbed her hand. "Let's go get some breakfast." Amy smiled, and they walked out of the library humming tunes together to their favorite songs. Soon, the open doors to the Great Hall came into view. Lune rubbed her stomach, only now realizing just how hungry she really was. They walked over to the Gryffindor table, sitting down next to Rose Weasley, who was a good friend of Lune's, and a fellow sixth year.

"Mornin' Lune," Rose said without looking up from her food. But something took her out of her food trance, and she looked up at Lune, a smug look on her face, "I didn't know you could sleep so late." Lune grinned, lightly hitting Rose on the shoulder with her book. "I went to the library, ye daft girl!" Rose laughed aloud, taking the book from Lune and reading the cover. Her cheery expression darkened for a moment, but she quickly masked it up with an even bigger smile. "I thought we agreed that you would stop reading these codswallop books. It's not like werewolves are just going to go look for books on how to control their transformations. They're all a bunch of wild beasts." Lune knew that Rose didn't really mean it; she was the only other person who knew about Lune's lycanthropy. And she was all in all pretty cool about it. She was probably just saying that so that Amy wouldn't get suspicious. Probably.

Lune smiled, grabbing an English muffin and assorted meats, stacking them all onto the bread. She pulled out her wand, not wanting to eat her breakfast cold. "Praebibo," she murmured, toasting the bread and meat. With a big smile on her face, she took a big bite out of the sandwich, practically inhaling it. When she finished, she looked up to see Rose and Amy staring at her, their lips quivering in amusement.

"What? I was hungry."

Section 2:Emily

Emily woke up, the morning light shining through the deep green curtains. What time was it? She ran her hands through her chin-length brown hair, thinking about breakfast. She was starving. She had stayed up late studying for a test that would be on Monday, and had probably slept in past the normal 7:00. She rolled over and sat up. She dragged herself out of bed and sluggishly walked over to her dresser. Noticing the sudden downpour, she pulled out a green shirt and a black jacket. She pulled the shirt on and put her arms through the jacket. She looked into the mirror and noticed that the color of the shirt made her hair look terrible. It wasn't the kind of thing someone normally noticed, but Emily was a metamorphmagus. She concentrated, closed her eyes, and visualized a choppy purple style. When she opened her eyes, she looked back in the mirror. Much better. She picked up the book still lying on her bed from last night and tucked it into her messenger bag.

She exited the dormitory and went down the stairs to the common room. Her friend, Sylar, was sitting in a recliner reading a book. "Hey, Sylar." He looked up, his eyes brightening. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty. I've been waiting for you! Let's go to breakfast," He said, closing the book and setting it to the side.

"Okay, but I have to drop this book off at the library. I am definitely ready for the test now," Emily said with a smile dawning on her face. Sylar smiled back. "Great, me too!" He picked the book up off the table and showed it to Emily. They shared a laugh, pushing open the door and heading downstairs until they were on the floor that the library was located on. They were chatting the whole time about simple things like little tests and complaining about certain teachers. Soon, the library came into view, and Emily was about to proceed into it, but she noticed that Sylar had stopped. "What's wrong?" She asked him, her smile being replaced by a worried look.

"Well, you see, Emily…I, uh…" Sylar shuffled his feet, looking at his book then back up at Emily. She raised an eyebrow; is he trying to ask me to the Hallows Eve Dance? Emily smiled, getting a little closer to Sylar, who seemed very uncomfortable. "If you're asking me to the dance, I accept."

Sylar's look of surprise completely threw Emily off. "Well, that's not what I meant…I'm already going with someone…Not that I wouldn't want to go with you but I-never mind." Emily was a little annoyed now. Not only did she get rejected, but now he wasn't going to spill the beans on whatever he was about to tell her? Boys could be so irritating sometimes!

"Just spit it out," she demanded, her whole general mood ruined. Sylar backed away slightly before taking a deep breath. "Well… you know, I'm in this group and we're in this special class, sort of, and we learn all this special magic, and I was just wondering if you may be interested…" Emily looked at him, not really wanting to take part in this "group", at least not for now. "I'll think about it. Let's just drop off our books and go to breakfast. I'm starving!"

They dropped off their books and continued down the many staircases to the Great Hall. They walked in, sat down at the Slytherin table, and proceeded to pile food on their plates. Emily got a heaping portion of scrambled eggs with cheese. They ate in awkward silence. Emily couldn't help but keep wondering, what was this group?

Section 3: Jim

Jim snuck back into his dorm, exhausted yet happy. He had been at a party in the Gryffindor common room that had lasted the whole night. Man, those Gryffindors know how to party…. He looked into his small mirror, pulling at his face. There were really dark circles under his eyes and his skin was a little loose. Good thing it was Sunday-no teachers would be able to punish him for staying up late. However, if they found out he was in the Gryffindor common room then he would be in immediate detention. No one would find out of course-he could always zap them with some forgetting spell.

"How was your time away from me?" Jim turned around to see Flash, his chameleon. He chuckled, picking him up and caressing him smoothly.

"It was splendid, my dear friend. I am rather tired, though," Jim admitted, and Flash chuckled. "Why of course you are. Now go and get yourself some breakfast-you look like you need it!"

Jim set Flash down on his bed, and the chameleon settled down and fell asleep in all under five seconds. Now that was impressive. He quickly changed into a long sleeved button down shirt, a gray vest, and a tie that had the Ravenclaw colors. He grabbed some black skinny fit jeans and replaced his khakis with them. With a smile, Jim hurriedly folded his dirty laundry and put it all into a hamper, walking rather fast as he left his room, soon also leaving the common area as he entered the main building.

Jim soon heard multiple footsteps behind him, and he resisted the urge to turn back; instead, holding his head a little higher. He smiled to himself, pondering the meaning of friendship. It was such a strange thing. Why would people go through so much pain just to have someone to talk to? He was fine with his music. That's when he realized that he forgot his violin. You see, Jim was part of the Hogwarts Orchestra, and he was one of the best violinists. Jim came from a rather rich, not to mention musically talented, family, and he had been taking professional violin lessons since before he could remember.

"Accio violin," He murmured softly as he whipped out his wand. Soon his violin came barreling toward him and he caught it in his free hand. The people who were behind him stopped their chattering, which of course caused Jim to smile smugly. He rested it on his shoulder, using his wand as the bow, beginning to play a slow tune as he walked to the Great Hall. People would stop and look at him, but after a while, most of them would smile and nod. Jim's musical skills were quite exemplary, and not many people disapproved of them. His violin tunes could easily win anyone's approval or friendship. Of course, he didn't really care that much about friendship. That's why he had a chameleon and a pink pigmy puff.

He pulled his pigmy puff, which he had named Cher, out of his bag and placed her on his other shoulder. This, of course, caused people to stare not just in appreciation of the music he provided, but also in astonishment at him having a bright pink pigmy puff on his shoulder. It did cause a few of them to back off suspiciously. That's why Jim got a pigmy puff-it served its purpose of scaring away people quite well. People are so predictable, being weirded out by a pigmy puff…Ah, whatever. That's just what people do. He shrugged, causing a slight bounce in his music and the pigmy puff as well.

Jim was so caught up in his thinking that he didn't even realize that he was standing in the Great Hall. What made him actually come back to Earth was the snickering going around the hall. He lowered his violin, taking in the scene around him. A few people pointed at his pigmy puff, but most were just laughing at the fact that he had walked up to the teachers' table and was standing right in front Professor Longbottom, who eyed him warily.

"Jim, this is the third time that you have walked up here this week," Longbottom began. "You need to start paying more attention when you, ah, walk." He sighed, writing a note and handing it to Jim. "Take this to Headmaster McGonagall-she's find something for you to do." Jim sighed, opening the note as he turned away from the herbology instructor.

Jim Riarty is to have detention.

If you would please find him an activity,

That would be much appreciated.

Professor Neville Longbottom

With an irritated huff, Jim closed up the letter and walked over to the Headmaster's seat, handing her the letter. Honestly, why couldn't Longbottom just tell McGonagall himself? He wasn't sitting to far away. She took the letter, reading it slowly and then putting it down, looking up.

"Mr. Riarty, I am very disappointed in you," she stated. "But, as it turns out, we do happen to need a few students to go help Hagrid in the Forbidden Forest tonight. Be at Hagrid's shack by six-thirty." She frowned at Jim disapprovingly, and soon turned to her food and continued to eat.

Jim walked over to the Ravenclaw table, sitting down and taking a slice of salmon, chewing slowly as he thought of what could happen in the Forbidden Forest. He ignored all attempts of conversation that were directed at him. All her could think about was the rumors. Rumors that said some students had been turned into werewolves there. He thought for a moment, gasping as he realized something. Tonight is a full moon!

Section 4:Sebastian

Sebastian woke up, his eyes still shut as he started awake. He had had the weirdest dream… something about punching centaurs… He opened his eyes and was greeted with at least ten people surrounding his bed. "Happy Birthday!" They shouted. He jumped. "Uh, thanks, guys. I forgot it was my birthday!" They each handed him a present and then left. Sebastian pulled himself out from under the sea of gifts. He felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth. He enjoyed surprises. He tugged open the presents. Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans. Chocolate frogs. More beans. A scarf. And quite a bit more candy. A few books. It was a pretty good selection.

A small laugh escaped his lips and he pushed the presents off of his bed and onto the ground. He threw his sheet off of himself, practically jumping out of bed. He threw on a shirt and a pair of jeans. Today was a free day, and he planned to make the best of it. He gripped the charm on his golden necklace, knowing that it would guarantee him a good time.

"Hey, Bill, John, Matt! I'm heading to breakfast if you'll care to join me," Sebastian called out. Soon, all three boys had swarmed to Sebastian's side, led by his brother, Matt, who was a fourth year. They all smiled at Sebastian, and he gave them a warm smile back. "I'm rather hungry. Let's hurry everything up." Sebastian's stomach growled in complaint, and he rubbed it, flashing an I-told-you-so look at his three friends, who all laughed in response. Bill opened the door that led out of the Hufflepuff common area, holding it open for everyone else. Sebastian raised an eyebrow then turned back, smiling when he realized that Bill's crush walked through the door, thanking him. Bill smiled absentmindedly, and Sebastian laughed loudly, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him away from the door.

"Hey, lover boy! Hurry up your walking-we don't want to get to breakfast and find that there's nothing there, now do we?" John punched Bill on the shoulder as he teased him. Everyone laughed together, and that's when Sebastian realized that quite the posse had accumulated around his group. He laughed, surprised. But then again, it wasn't all that uncommon. People just tended to hang out around him.

As they continued walking, Sebastian looked around at some of the people in the hallway. There were two girls, most likely sisters, racing through the halls. A couple walking in awkward silence, and strangest of all, a rather well dressed student playing violin in the hall with a pink pigmy puff on his shoulder. He couldn't resist laughing just a bit. As they turned into the Great Hall, Sebastian heard Matt crack a few terrible jokes. He half grimaced, half smiled at the stale humour. He sat down at the Hufflepuff table and started putting food on his plate. Bacon, sausage, a chocolate muffin, eggs, and French toast. He noticed a few people staring at the massive pile of food, and he smiled awkwardly. "I'm really hungry," he explained.

He proceeded to polish off every last bit of food on the plate. Sure, he was stuffed, but he was prepared for a day full of adventures.