The following morning, the first of September, Maya awoke to a sun-filled bedroom. She'd had a very odd dream; she'd been chased by a vicious, man-eating sunflower. Maya shrugged, and stretched. She got up and walked fluidly to her dresser; Maya wasn't one for wizard robes, so she decided on a yellow halter-topped dress. She pulled her hair into a messy bun and pulled on a gold, heart locket. She applied some shiny, pink lip gloss and some mascara. Maya then skipped out into the hall, where she ran into Professor McGonagall.

"Goodness, Maya, what on earth are you wearing?" Maya's forehead wrinkled.

"A dress," Maya replied cheerily, twirling "Isn't it lovely?" McGonagall then rolled her eyes as Maya continued to skip merrily down the corridor. Why had she hired her again?

OOO

Maya was sitting in her seat in the Great Hall, eating eggs and chatting happily.

"I just love this school!" Maya exclaimed to a weary eyed Flitwick, who was seated to her right. The rest of the staff were still very obviously half-asleep, Trelawney still in her night things. Overall, breakfast was a very sleepy affair, especially after Maya'd returned to her office, practically bouncing with energy. Renata had dozed off in her cage, after leaving a small scroll at Maya's desk. She eagerly read Draco's response.

Dear Miss Jason,

Yes, that Pansy girl annoyed me to death. Though I'm surprised you thought I was polite, you taught me almost everything.

Lovely. I'll never live this down, my own godmother at Hogwarts; teaching. Well, I suppose you'd be a excellent teacher. Just don't scare everyone away with your hyper activity. Yet. Must you have a party? Will there be firewhisky? Anyway, you can invite you ever you want, just not Pansy. So help you god if you did. I'll come over early, help you set up, you know, that type of thing. Damn (Sorry) I just realized something. Every wizard there, maybe even a few witches, will be kissing your ass.

Love,

Draco.

Maya really loved Draco. She loved him like he was her own son. Which he practically was, Maya'd taught him almost everything he knew, she was always at the Malfoy Manor, checking up on him. Maya had also given him advice on girls and tact; he'd never been rejected yet. Yet of course being the key word.