Waking up to a hostile thirteen year old girl is never fun. Not in my experience at least. My alarm went off at 6 am, and I suppose it didn't wake me up like it should have. Instead, I woke up to a shoe hitting me square in the face.
"Wake your lazy American ass up!" Rose screamed. "It's 7 am. Breakfast is out."
"Okay, okay." I said, sitting up and looking around. Rose walked out the door. "And I'm not American!" I yelled after her. I heard her laugh.
Ten minutes later I was in the great hall, sitting with Maria and Mika again. "Good morning!" Mika said cheerfully as I sat down across from her and Maria. Maria smiled at me.
"Good morning" I said to both of them. "Classes start today, right?"
"Yup. We should be getting our second term schedules any minute now," said Mika. Almost as if on cue, the principal lady came up to the three of us and handed us our schedules.
"Welcome to Hogwarts." She told me. "I hope you enjoy your classes. I'm your headmaster, professor McGonagall."
"Thank you," I said and smiled, then I looked down at my schedule. Herbology first, then charms, then lunch. After that was defence against the dark arts, and lastly transfiguration. Mondays wouldn't be too bad. I ate quickly before going to my first class.
I found a table where I could sit alone, because there was only one chair at it. In front of me sat this ugly looking plant with purple leaves that seemed to be dripping some sort of goo. I grimaced and looked away, only to see Scorpius Malfoy walking towards me, chair in tow.
"Good morning, Gracia." He said, after placing his chair directly beside mine. "How have you been since yesterday?"
"I've been good. Rose Weasley's being a complete pain though. I don't know what's wrong with her."
"Oh, she's a ginger. My dad says they're just like that. It's in their genetics." I laughed.
"Are you making excuses for her?"
"No way," he said, laughing. "I was just telling you what I heard."
"Alrighty."
"Alright, time to start class." Said the teacher called professor Longbottom. He explained to us that the purple goo could be used in potions that we would be making tomorrow in potions class. The only problem with extracting said purple goo was that the plants did not want to give it up. They fought. One person at the table was to hold the plant down and stroke it, while the other squeezed the purple goo out of the leaves.
To say the least, it was quite an interesting class. Scorpius ended up with a nasty gnash on his cheek, and it turns out that the purple goo in its purest form was poisonous, and it burned. I ended up with a burn across my right hand.
Next was charms with professor Flitwick, an obscenely short old man. He had to stand on his desk for us to see him. I sat alone yet again, but to my surprise, Albus sat beside me.
"Hello. I'm not sure you'll have remembered me. I'm Albus, Albus Potter." I smiled.
"I'm Cia. Cia Stogo." I replied. He smiled back
"Oh, so now we're sitting with her!" Rose exclaimed as she burst into the room.
"Ahem," a small voice from the font of the class was heard.
"Argh.." Rose groaned and reluctantly sat beside Albus.
Class went by pretty fast. Before I knew it, it was lunch time and I was being pulled in a sea of students toward the great hall. I scanned the Gryffindor table, to see not only Maria and Mika, but Creisha, Cray and Cori as well. I smiled in greeting, and took my seat beside Cori.
"Hey guys, what's up?" I asked.
Mika laughed. "You're so America—" I coughed. "I mean Canadian. You're so Canadian." We all laughed. "Really, though. It's Cori's birthday tomorrow. She'll be thirteen. We'll be having a party in that abandoned room down in the dungeons after classes. Creisha tricked the house elves into making a cake, just by being creepy. Would you like to come?"
I nodded. "Definitely, sounds fun." I said. At that moment the food popped onto the tables, and we dug in.
It took way too long to find the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, and I burst in after running there fifteen minutes late. The second I did, the whole class went silent, and I quickly found an empty seat beside Scorpius in the back of the class.
"I trust next time you will not burst in and disrupt the class, then, miss.. uh, Stogo?"
I nodded quickly. "Well then, let's get on with it. Now, what, Mr. Malfoy, is a werewolf?"
"Well, I hear your dad was." He said matter-of-factly. The teacher looked taken aback for a second but that disappeared in a second.
"Yes, that may be, but I would like to know what makes them different from human beings."
"Oh, well you should have asked. Once a human is bitten by a werewolf, every month he will turn into one on the full moon. He loses control of himself when this happens, and wakes up not sure of what he's done."
"Yes, that is absolutely correct. Are there any antidotes for werewolf bites, anyone?"
A girl in slytherin robes stuck up her hand as high as she could reach. "Yes, Leira?"
"No, there is not. There is one potion that can help them resist temptation and almost tame them, but that is all we can do to help." Leira shot a wink at Scorpius and he blushed. I rolled my eyes.
"Good, good," said the teacher.
Transfiguration was next, and the principal lady, Professor McGonagall taught it. She taught us how to transform water into white wine, and then into red wine, and then back again. Leira caused an explosion near the middle of the class, and Professor McGonagall sent us off, telling us we should know how to do it by next class.
After class was over, I found a large window sill and sat in it. The view was beautiful. I could see beyond the grass and the lake and the random hut which sat at the bottom of the hill, and over the forest, which just looked dark and creepy. I pulled out my journal and started writing. Of course, about two words in a voice made me jump 3 feet, which made me hit my head on a candle holder.
"OUCH!" I exclaimed, holding my head where a bump was beginning to form.
"Oh, sorry," said Mika. "What are you writing?"
"Just in my journal, it's private." I replied, tucking it beside my arm.
"Oh, okay. Well then, how are you?" she asked, sitting across from me.
"I'm alright. I had an interesting day. How are you?"
"Not awesome, but that's okay. Do you like it here better than in Canada?"
"Um, well, it rains a lot here doesn't it?"
"Yeah, just part of the UK's charm."
I laughed. "At least it's warm here. It's so cold where I'm from."
"Yes, at least there's that." She replied.
We talked for a while, before going back to the common room and sitting around with Maria, playing games and laughing. And before I knew it, it was time for bed again.