Hogwarts, Year One
Tranfiguration
Stupid brat! And in case you have no idea who the heck I'm talking about, I guess I should fill you in—although at the moment all I really want to do is fume… ah, well, duty does ask it of me!
So it all started on the bus when Sev and I got stuck in that compartment with those nitwit boys—James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter… um, something-or-other… They were such jerks! I mean, sure, the Slytherin guys may not look so hygienic and nice at all, but did they really have to make Sev feel bad about wanting to get sorted there!
And the feast pretty much was miserable after I got sorted into Gryffindor (with the whole gaggle of nitwit boys on the train) and Sev was put in Slytherin (although I admit that the Gryffindor boys did look significantly well-groomed and more pleasant than their Slytherin counterparts). So I barely get to see Sev and can only make eye contact with him in the Great Hall since we have to sit with our houses.
Apparently, our schedules don't become personalized until fourth year, so I guess I have to wait, but in general I see the logic because at the moment, despite having read all my textbooks in advance, the whole "magic" thing kind of scares me a bit. So naturally I have a schedule that is dealt out to all first year Gryffindors… including those stupid boys! Argh! And, naturally, because my life just sucks this much, I have transfiguration with them first—the subject which made the least amount of sense to me all summer despite having read and re-read every single chapter in those books!
And the biggest aggravation at the moment is that those dumbies are sitting behind me goofing off as I try and take notes diligently while Professor McGonagall goes on and on about what we are expected to learn.
Finally noticing that the boys are goofing off, she turns on them like a vulture on its next carcass (seriously, she might be head of our house, but that woman is scary!). "Mister Potter," she admonishes, "I expected something better from you of all people…" I dazed off worrying, 'What is he like famous or something? Does everyone know him? Have I made enemies with the most powerful kid in school or…?'
"Please, if you are so quick to overlook my first lesson, might you like to explain to the class what exactly transfiguration is?"
"Certainly, Professor," he answered cheekily. 'The nerve!' "Well, Transfiguration is useful in several mediums, it can help the material-lacking wizard-on-the-go, is useful for everyday wizardy in general, and if you want to be auror, it gets you the job!" He grinned, and Sirius—the dog—gave him a high five under the table. What dunces! Honestly, don't they have anything better to do at the moment, like be concerned with their shrinking brain capacity!
"Well, I must admit that was… informative… in a way…" the Professor trailed off, getting back to her subject matter. And that devil of a boy gave me a wink before I turned back to my notes. Argh! Boys!