I could barely contain my excitement when I reached the Transfiguration classroom, Harry looked so marvellous. He had short hair that showed off his scar and he had glasses perched on his nose, he was a bit shorter than the average man and he had a slight pot belly.
"Everyone sit down." He said in a soft yet firm voice. I groaned when I saw that Hufflepuffs and Slytherins would be having this class together, however, I was glad that Debbie wasn't here or else she would make fun of the way I was blushing and bouncing around all excited.
"I am Professor Potter and I am your Transfiguration teacher." Harry said.
"We know who you are! Now teach us some cool tricks!" A tall muscular Slytherin boy with dark hair called from the back of the classroom. He was already starting to grow a beard despite being only eleven years old.
"We will get to that Mr Grant." Harry said in a stern voice.
"Today we are going to be turning pencils into straws." He continued.
"Why don't we use pencils then instead of quills if we have them here?" Sara, a Hufflepuff girl with blonde hair, asked.
"I've been asking the same question myself." Harry said.
"Now, I want you all to grab a pencil out of the basket and say (insert spell here) to get them to turn into straws."
I walked excitedly to the basket and I had to keep myself from passing out, I was so close to Harry that I could smell his aftershave. Luckily, I survived and I continued back to my desk.
When it came to changing a pencil into a straw, Mr Grant, who I learned was named Reginald, was the first one to turn his. A girl in Hufflepuff named Sandra was the next to turn hers. A Slytherin boy named Henry caused his to explode and Sara had turned hers into a cotton swab.
Nothing had happened to mine, nothing at all, not even a spark. I could feel a lump in my throat grow bigger and bigger with every failed try. I hated that I wasn't able to make a good impression on THE Harry Potter, I hated that I was embarrassing myself in front of half of the first years. I bit down hard on my bottom lip and clenched my fists tightly to keep from crying. However, when I felt tears creep up into my eyes, I quickly ran out of the classroom, I didn't want anyone to see me cry.
While I was running, I bumped into someone and fell on the floor. When I looked up, I could see Florian looking down at me, offering me his hand to help me up.
"What are you doing here?" I demanded.
"I was running an errand for Professor Slughorn, what are you doing here?" He asked curiously with his brow raised.
"Just going to the washroom." I lied and I quickly ran back towards the Transfiguration classroom before he could ask any more questions. When I stepped through the door, Harry gave me a questioning look and Reginald and his cronies started pointing at me and snickering.
"Sorry, I felt ill so I had to step out for a minute." I lied.
"Be sure to ask next time." Harry said, he didn't sound mad or anything so I was glad about that. When class was over, Reginald and his cronies followed me out of the classroom and began to taunt me,
"How did you even get into this school? You can't even do a simple spell; Billy Porter also told me that you couldn't even get your broom to come to you."
"Well, Billy Porter is a fat toad!" I snapped thinking about the overweight acne faced Ravenclaw boy. I soon regretted my words when I saw Billy standing there with his mouth open. I usually didn't insult people on their physical appearance but I was mad that he was telling everyone what had happened during flying class.
"Billy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that." I said.
"Whatever, I hate you! You stupid squib!" He said before he ran off crying. I gritted my teeth at the sound of his words and suddenly I didn't feel so bad about calling him a fat toad anymore.
"Later Squibby." Reginald said walking off with his cronies trailing after him like lost puppies. Before I could tell him off, I felt someone pull on my robe and I turned around and found myself looking at Debbie.
"Hi!" I said cheerfully, seeing her always makes me happy.
"Are you ready to go to supper, Munchkin?" she asked. I sighed at her nickname she had given me, even though we were both short for our age, she was at least four inches taller than I was.
"Yes!" I exclaimed with excitement, the first meal we had in the Great Hall was the most amazing thing I had even seen, I was raised in a wizard family but nothing amazed me as much as the Great Hall feast. The only thing I didn't like was that I couldn't sit with Debbie. As we walked towards the Great Hall, all thoughts of Reginald, Billy, and what happened during Transfiguration and flying class left my mind.