Aahh, this is my first fanfic so I'd be grateful if you reviewed to help me get better. Not all the characters are introduced yet, it should get better as it moves along.





Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns it all, not me...





The girls of fifth year Slytherin woke to the shrill brassy sound of the alarm clock resounding in their ears. Blaise Zabini groaned and threw herself from her stomach onto her back. She heard a bump, which she knew to be one of her roommates falling from her four poster bed. The said person mumbled and cursed, apparently aggrivated that she was awakened. None the less, Blaise heard a trunk pop open, and the shuffling of clothes being sorted through.

Blaise opened her eyes to see a flash of bright orange hair. Pansy Parkinson, already donned in Slytherin uniform, ties and all, was galloping around the room, carping about some lost item or another. "Really, where in hell is my other platform!" she shrilled, turning on Blaise.

"I don't have it, why would I want those cheap shoes anyway?" Blaise sneered, while pulling herself into a sitting position so she could brush her dark mane.

Pansy laughed briskly, not letting Blaise get her undone. "Cheap? These," she explained, pointing to the shoe she already had on, "are one hundred percent hungarian horntail leathers, not that you would know."

Blaise shrugged and continued to dress herself. "Aha!" Pansy exclaimed with glee, apparently finding the said shoe.

"Caph ooh lasph blee magh airphrush?" mumbled a blonde head, further identified as Laurel Moon, from where she stood, self-brushing tooth brush in mouth, in the door war of the bathroom. She was apparently the one who had fallen out of her bed, seeing as Pansy had been up before the alarm went of, and Millicent was still sleeping.

If not for four years prior to this year, of this, Blaise would have been clueless as to what the blonde had said, but fortunately (or unfortunately) she had been living with these girls for some time, and she knew right away what Moon was interjecting. Blaise nodded, and pulled the hair brush from Laurel's night stand and threw it to her. With experienced ease, she caught it in one hand, and with a nod, she turned back to the lavatory.

"Ahhh, well, I'm off to meet Draco," Parkinson replied, and with a dismissive wave of the hand and a flip of her too-bright-to-be-real orange-blonde hair, she turned onto the stone steps which led to their common room and disappeared from the girls' sight. Blaise could almost hear Laurel roll her eyes.

Throwing her tie around her neck, Blaise headed to the bathroom as the petite blonde stalked out, managing to look both gorgeous and menacing at the same time, something that she had perfected long ago. Blaise had always envied that about Laurel, but dismissed it as she realized that it must come with the family, being related to the Malfoys and all.

Pulling her previously brushed ebony hair into a half ponytail, she took out what little makeup she used. She applied a light colored eyeshadow and black mascara (which she really didn't need) and a light blush. In her first year, she had wondered why many of the Slytherins were so pale, but dismissed that, as well, as a cross between lack of sunlight and too much inbreeding. Knotting her tie and adjusting her skirt, she checked herself over in the bathroom mirror (which kept harping insults) that was embedded with jewels and silver snakes crawling up the sides, before giving it a rude gesture with her finger, after yet another insult on her dressing style, and leaving.

As she walked out she expected to hear Millicent still snoring obnoxiously loud, as always, and the rest of the room empty. It had been like that everyday since she was a first year, with the exception of holidays and when somebody was getting treated by Madame Pomfrey in the Hospital Wing. Therefore, she was more than a little surprised when there was a lack of snoring on Millicent's part. At first thought, she pondered if perhaps Bulstrode had drowned in her own drool. The truth was explained by the sudden appearance of Laurel and flying items as she sifted through her bags at the foot of her emerald green bed. Millicent was grunting in protest as several of the items hit her. After what looked like would be a particularly nasty bump from a remembrall, Millicent sat up straight and grunted in a low voice, "What are you looking for now, Moon, that's so important as to wake me up?"

Laurel huffed. "I can't find that stupid prefect badge, and I have to go to Snape's office five minutes ago, where he's going to likely give me a speech about prefect duties and what's expected of me and what not. It's not going to help the situation if I lost my badge..." Laurel rambled on as Blaise left the flustered Laurel and the grumbling Millicent behind, for a more uplifting thought: breakfast.



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At the approximate time that Blaise Zabini was sitting down at the Slytherin table to her breakfast, a one Mr. Finnigan was dreaming of quidditch, which was, in his opinion and the opinion of most other students in Hogwart's School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, undoubtably the best sport ever.

Waking up to a yell, he groaned. "Don't give me that. Get up, Finnigan, your friends most likely have left you for dead."

Seamus chanced opening an eye, and saw a dark figure, soon recognized as Lee Jordan, leaning on the doorframe leading into the fifth year Gryffindor boys dorm. "What time is it?" he mumbled incoherently, while throwing the scarlet and gold comforters back.

"Hmm?" he replied, looking up from where he was checking his nails, and raised his dark eyebrows. "Oh, it's fifteen minutes until first class starts. You better get moving if you want to even get your schedule for the year."

Seamus suddenly bulted upright and fell out of bed. He scrambled over to his trunk and began throwing clothes out aimlessly, searching for his robes and uniform. "Man, if I didn't come by to get my books and decide to check for any stranglers, you'd be in for it. McGonagall would have your head; she still will if you don't move a little faster. I can just see it, 'The first day! The first day of classes, Finnigan, and you're already late! Maybe we should have a discussion on your priorities!'" Lee shrieked in a rather shrill interpretation of their Transfiguration professor.

Seamus chose to ignore that somewhat obvious comment, being fairly busy with trying to get his pants on and find his tie at the same time. He managed to get on his pants and threw a shirt on over his head. "Oh, man, I got to go! Don't wanna be late," Lee exclaimed boisterously, and with a rushed wave and what Seamus thought to be a smirk, he was gone.

Seamus threw on his robes and grabbed his bag, before grasping his tie and flinging it around his neck to fasten when he got the chance. He stumbled down the stairs while trying to tie the laces of his shoes and eventually fell when on the third to last step.

He flew down his way to the Great Hall, jumping over trick stairs which he knew by heart. Throwing open the doors he rushed into the Great Hall, the double doors banging loudly behind him. The few people still in the Great Hall because of free first periods, looked up. He ran over to the Gryffindor table where the remaining student schedules laid. Shuffling throught the remaining few, he found his own and sped off in search of his first class. He looked at his list and cringed. He had Advanced Transfiguration, great, just great, now McGonagall was gonna be majorly pissed.

He ran along the corridors from memorization all the while trying to tie his tie. He soon made it to the corridor where the Transfiguration classroom was. Just as he was about to turn, he felt himself smack into something hard and fall to the ground. The thing that he smashed into cursed violently and Seamus looked up to see a blonde gathering up a large pile of books which fell from her hands during the collision. "Oh, I'm sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going!" he hurriedly apologised, helping her gather up her books.

"Well, obviously you weren't looking!" she snapped irritably, snatching the books he handed over and tucking a piece of blonde hair behind her ear. She sighed and replied with a much kinder and calmer voice, "Sorry, I am just having a really crappy day. Don't worry about it, it's just as much my fault as it is yours."

Seamus saw her blue eyes widen with realization as she looked up at him and the colors he adorned as she paled, as did he when he noticed that she indeed was a Slytherin, donned in green and silver. She visibly gulped before turning around with the usual Slytherin poise, and stalking through the door and into the Transfiguration room. Seamus followed her, but still was dumbstruck by the Slytherin's behavior.