Hi. I'm super sorry it's been so long since I last updated, school got in the way and then my computer conveniently died, I haven't got a new one yet but I'm typing this up on a old laptop. Anyways, hopefully I'll be getting more time to update, it's nearly the holidays and I've got this Wednesday off of school so I might write another chapter then :) Anyways, hope you like this chapter :)

The First Week

It had even shocked Santana to realise that she had genuinely enjoyed her first week at Hogwarts. Not just enjoyed it but actually kind of loved it. The only lesson she had found to be dull was History of Magic and to be honest that was mainly down to the teacher. He was one of those teachers who could drone on for a whole lesson at a time and only pause briefly to take a breath, except he didn't need to pause at all because he was a ghost so he obviously didn't need to take a breath anyway…

All the other lessons had been interesting in one way or another but so far, Santana's favourite lessons were, without a doubt, Transfiguration and Defence Against the Dark Arts. She had found the idea of Transfiguration interesting and the actual practical work easy, even Professor McGonagall had smiled at her, commenting that she had a 'natural flair' for the subject. Defence Against the Dark Arts was taught by Professor Corcoran who was extremely strict and a little intimidating in the first lesson, despite this the subject fascinated Santana and she couldn't wait to learn more, she had even debated on whether to go to the library to look for some books on Defence Against the Dark Arts for extra reading but decided against it. 'You have a reputation to build Santana.' she had reminded herself, she wanted to be known as the popular girl not the nerd.

It wasn't just the lessons that Santana had enjoyed it was the feeling of home that she couldn't shrug off as she wandered around Hogwarts. It made a change. Her own home was lonely and quiet the majority of the time, her parents worked a lot and usually left Santana alone during the day. She'd be lying if she said she didn't mind but she understood her parents' careers were time consuming, still she couldn't help but wonder why work always had to be their priority, Either way, she could tell her time at Hogwarts was going to more than make up for the dull years she'd previously experienced of being an only child. It was always so busy around the castle and Santana liked that.

Santana shared a room with the two other girls in her year in Ravenclaw, Brittany and Quinn, the girls Santana had sat next to at the Sorting Ceremony. It was probably fair to say that they were the only people that Santana classed as actual friends out of all the people she had met throughout the week. Everyone else had annoyed her at least a little and she could tell she was starting to get a reputation as a bitch due to all the sarcastic comments or quick insults she'd thrown at people, Rachel being her main victim. She couldn't help it though, once the comments had started pouring out it was hard to stop them. Still, Santana didn't really care, she was actually kind of pleased with how easy and quick it had been to 'assert her power' as she liked to put it, some first-years already knew to avoid annoying her in anyway.

The exception to this would be Brittany and Quinn though, the three of them had immediately gotten on well and spent the first few nights talking and laughing about nothing in particular for hours on end. Santana secretly liked the feeling of having people wanting to listen to what she had to say, once again it made a change, sure her parents had listened but only in a vague, distant way that meant they might as well have been ignoring her. And Santana, in return, found herself laughing and smiling genuinely for the first time in a while, it was just nice, she felt like she had been waiting for her life at Hogwarts to begin for a long time and now it had she was crazily happy about everything, so it was no surprise that she was one of the few first-years who didn't get homesick at all.

Santana had been having a great dream, she couldn't remember what it had been about specifically but she could remember it was pretty awesome. So when she was awoken ridiculously early in the morning, whilst it was still dark outside, by the sound of someone crying softly she couldn't help but feel slightly exasperated. Santana could tell the noise was coming from her left, Brittany's direction; she rolled over so she was facing Brittany's bed. She looked blindly into the darkness to see if Brittany knew that she was awake but Brittany was still crying as she had been before so Santana guessed she had been oblivious to her movement. Santana lay still for a moment, unsure of what to do, she hadn't had to deal with anyone crying before so she felt a little out of her depth. She contemplated trying to get back to sleep, 'I mean, Brittany will have to stop crying eventually, won't she? She'll get tired.' Santana had reasoned to herself but there was something that nagged her to feel that she couldn't just ignore Brittany, so she whispered into the big black space in front of her, "Brittany?" The crying stopped a little as a reply came, "Sorry I woke you up."

Santana shrugged slightly even though she knew Brittany couldn't see her, "S'okay." There was a comfortable silence for a minute or two, only interrupted at odd time by Brittany's sniffles. She felt like she should probably say something else, "What's up?"

Brittany muttered something that Santana decided was along the lines of, "Nothing, don't worry." Santana let out a sigh, "You were crying." she stated obviously. "Miss my family…" Brittany murmured before she started crying gently again. Not knowing what to say in response, simply because she couldn't relate to the situation Santana said the first thing that came into her head, "You could send them an owl?" she suggested lamely.

"S'not the same though… My mum told me a new story every night." If it had been anyone else Santana would've said something sarcastic, they were 11 after all, but it was Brittany and for some reason Santana couldn't bring herself to say anything mean to her, plus deep down Santana wished she could say that her mum told her a story at night… So without really thinking about what she said next she whispered, "I could tell you stories?"

'Did I seriously just say that?' she thought to herself immediately afterwards, rolling her eyes. "Really?" Brittany replied, she sounded slightly happier. "Erm yeah, I guess, if you want, I mean…" Santana mumbled, feeling embarrassed, where did the bitchy Santana go all of a sudden…?

"I'd like that." Brittany said, Santana could hear the smile in her voice. Santana smiled a bit as well; it was funny how easy Brittany was to please. "Could you tell me one now?" she asked Santana, hesitantly. 'Sure why not?' Santana thought, she wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep properly now anyway…

"Of course Britt." she replied quietly. 'Wait, Britt? Where did that come from?' she never usually shortened people's names unless she had known them for ages and she'd only known Brittany for three days, still, it just seemed natural for her to say Britt instead of Brittany so Santana decided not to think much of it.

She spent the next half an hour improvising and making up a story for Brittany about unicorns and house elves… And when Santana heard Brittany go quiet and still she knew she had finally got to sleep. She smiled quickly and settled back into her bed, slightly surprised that her and Brittany's night conversation hadn't woken Quinn up, Santana had dismissed it and concluded that Quinn must be a deep sleeper. Oblivious to the fact that Quinn had been awake, heard their whole conversation and had thought it was sweet, she hadn't said anything though because she felt awkward, like she would've been interrupting something… They always do say three's a crowd.

So! Hope you liked this chapter, if you did let me know! I do loves reviews, anyways see you next chapter, which will hopefully be soon :)