Harry started walking to chemistry class, not even checking if Bianca was following him. "Hey, wait up!" He heard her say.

He sighed. He'd forgotten that he was showing her around! "Why are you walking so fast? You're supposed to be showing me around, silly goose." She said playfully, while nudging his shoulder.

Harry groaned loudly. "Go away, Beatrice!" He snapped.

Bianca was starting to feel like he didn't want her around. "Fine then. Oh it's Bianca by the way." She said.

"Whatever." He said, but before he could go, Bianca realized something.

"Wait!" She yelled.

Harry sighed. "What is it now?" He asked in exasperation.

"I don't know how to get to chemistry." She said, not wanting to be late.

"Fine. You can follow me. Just stay a ways back, and don't talk to me." He said.

Bianca was stung. "Awesome!" She said sarcastically, as they continued walking.

"I SAID NO TALKING!" Harry yelled, as Bianca began to feel a little embarrassed.

"Sorry." She said, just realizing that she wasn't supposed to talk.

"Oh great. This is gonna be a long year." Harry said to himself, as the two of them walked to class.

They arrived at chemistry with only seconds to spare before the bell rang. When they walked in, much to Harry's dismay, there were only two seats left. And they were next to each other.

"Fantastic," Harry muttered as he slid into his seat. Bianca sat down next to him.

However, their teacher, Professor Hacker, swept into the room before she had a chance to say anything to Harry. "SILENCE, DUNCEBUCKETS!" he roared.

"Who's that?" one of the students whispered.

"Mr. Hacker. He's supposed to be the meanest teacher in this school," another student replied.

"That's PROFESSOR Hacker to you," Professor Hacker barked.

"What a weirdo," Bianca said with a smirk, not realizing that Professor Hacker was standing right behind her.

"Detention, Rogers," Professor Hacker snarled like Joe Moses in "A Very Potter Musical."

"Detention? Why?" Harry spoke up.

"The Earth brat called me a weirdo," Professor Hacker said.

"Well, you called us duncebuckets," Harry pointed out. "That's not much better." He wasn't sure why he was defending Bianca, but something inside him compelled him to do it.

"Detention, Wilson! For talking out of turn!" Professor Hacker shouted.