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"Ouch!"

I jumped from the bed and gripped my right shoulder tightly in pain. "You stupid cat! Do you have to bloody attack me every morning!" I whispered harshly at the grey tabby cat who just gazed lazily in my general direction, though looking very satisfied.

This was a daily occurrence. When I first got my letter to Hogwarts, and began to attend as a first year, I had a difficult time getting up on time. This meant I couldn't give Celeste treats before class. She learned that if she bit me every morning at the same time id get up and feed her. I looked around the room and saw that everyone was still asleep and that I hadn't woken them up. I slowly walked over to my trunk and got out my things. I checked the time, six in the morning. 'Damn.'

I ran into the bathroom brushed my teeth and all that, then proceeded to lotion up. I showered at night because I liked the look my hair had in the morning, and I was too lazy to blow dry it. Inadvertently this gave me shiny hair. As I rubbed the lotion the scent of green apples filled the room. It brought me memories of my grandmother. She was the nicest lady you could meet. She had apple trees in her backyard, with so many different kinds. They ranged from red, to green, and yellow. Her favorite were the green ones, and her home always smelled of the perfume she would make with them. I felt a small tear fall down my cheek at her memory. She had died two years ago in a drunk driving accident. Some college kid slammed into her on the highway and her car skidded off the road into a ditch.

I shook my head rapidly as though the shale the memories from my mind and finished up the lotion. Brushed out my hair, curled my lashes and use mascara. I figured I would use some cheeck stain just to switch things up. Once I was finished I changed into the uniform and the same shoes as yesterday.

I left the bathroom and tossed Celeste some kitty treats. She immediately began to chow down on them as though she had never eaten a day in her life.

"Fatty." I growled at her, still feeling the pain from her previous assault.

She hissed at me and I slowly backed up a little and began to wake up the girls. This resulted in a few pillows to the face and being kicked in the gut at least twice. This was a dangerous job we decided would go to the first person who woke up every morning. And since Celeste got smart it was always me.

After I awoke everyone all the girls began to rush to the bathrooms for showers and access to the mirrors. It was always a sight to watch them with their hair curlers, robes, hair brushes and everything fighting to get through the doors and get presentable for whatever reasons they had that day.

After about two hours of primping and beautifying Katy, Angelina and Ashley were ready to go to breakfast. Once down there I said goodbye and walked to some friends that were in my year.

"Hey chickadees and Chico-dumplings. How did you all sleep?" I asked cheerily, finally having woken up and accepting that it was time to start the day and get things done.

I got a lot off mumbled responses and the finger from most of them.

"Tsk tsk. That isn't very polite Anthony." I chided, sitting down on one of the benches.

"Who asked you?" he hissed, barely looking up from his bacon and toast as his sandy blonde hair hid his eyes from the rest of the world.

"The waffle king. That's who."

"The waffle king said he isn't on speaking terms with you."

"Yes he is, I invented him." I said matter of factly.

"Did not."

"Did to!"

"Did not!"

"Did to!"

"DID NOT!"

"There we go, doesn't it feel nice to be fully awake?"

"I hate you."

"No you don't. You love me and adore me. You wish you could see me everyday so that you could bask in the glorious wonderfulness that is me." I said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Careful love dove, wouldn't want to pop that head of yours on your cutlery" my friend Josephine said smirking at me.

"Oops, that was a close one. Thank you for saving my beloved ego."

I rested my head on her shoulder since she was right next to me. At least until she began yelling about the weight of my inflated head crushing her.

Apart from this, breakfast went by rather uneventfully until our time tables were passed out.

"Bloody hell!" I yelled out.

I looked up and say McGonagall lift her eyebrows at me.

"Isn't it a little early to be on your way to detention ?"

"It's never too early to receive detention from the best teacher at Hogwarts." I said while batting my eyes lashes dramatically.

"Well if that is the case than you have detention today after dinner with professor Snape. Congratulations on your new record." She said dryly.

"Oh my Merlin, this is a dream come true I would (sniff) like to thank my parents, and-"

Before I finished Anthony clamped his hand over my mouth.

"So what is so wrong with your timetable that you had to receive detention?"

"We are grouped together with slytherins. And the fourth years, from Gryffindor and Slytherin."

"That does kind of suck. But barley anyone takes divination. They probably grouped everyone together to get a normal size class, and they keep pairing Gryffindor with slytherin to teach tolerance among houses." Taylor said, running a hand through his light brown hair, looking up at me tiredly through some very lovely hazel eyes.

"Whatever. I have that class tomorrow so I can live I suppose."

About five minutes later it was time for classes to starts. The entire day was filled with goofing off with friends, and meeting up with Fred and George in the hallways. I also sat with them at lunch to catch up on what was happening. And they caught me up on the tri-wizard tournament that my friends from breaky neglected to inform me about. Truthfully I wasn't that excited. I was more interested in watching Fred and George attempt to fool the judge since they weren't old enough to participate. Other than that this was no different than a quiditch match.

It wasn't long until dinner time. I knew professor M was serious, so I knew I still had detention. It didn't mean I actually wanted to go. Snape really hated me. I was on the same level as harry potter as far as he was concerned. No idea why though. Oh well, not my problem. Ok, maybe it was my problem. Still didn't mean I had to think about it or dwell on it.

I reached across the table and took Georges slice of pie and bit into it.

"You do know that the pie is right across from you right?"

"Yes"

"Do you it is closer than my plate?" he said, his eyebrow beginning to twitch, something he developed after hitting puberty I noticed.

"Im fully aware."

"Then why did you take my pie?"

"I don't know." I said shrugging, chewing thoughtfully on the pie in question.

"Ok, as long as there is a reason."

After that I felt a hand on my shoulder and saw everyone around me quiet down immediately and stare.

"A giant grease monkey is right behind me. Isn't there." It was more of a statement than a question, and the smirks I received form Fred and George confirmed it.

", I believe it is time for detention. And I'm sure your, 'comedy' will fit right in with the rest of disgusting goo and sludge that you will find in the cauldrons." He said nasally, while I hoped and prayed he would remove his hands before the oil he seemed to ooze would infect me with "snape-ism"

"Aw snapey, you know I'm just kidding. Are we cool? Cool like cucumbers? Coolio cheerios?"

He simply glared and began to walk away, finally to my relief removing his hands from my bubble.

"See you later mates. If im alive." I added as an after thought.

I followed snape to his classroom and walked in. I saw all the dirty cauldrons lined up and stacked right next to each other and grimaced.

"Hand over the wand."

"But, it's my baby." I said, appalled that I would have to clean them all by hand like at home.

"Hand it over." He said again more brusquely.

"Fine." I groaned dramatically, making a show of handing it over and sighing, relishing the opportunity to be the center of attention.

"Now since I don't have any reason to stay and watch over you like a babysitter, I shall have my star pupil make sure you do as you were told. Draco, please hold on to wand for her."

"With pleasure."

I don't think my jaw could have fallen down any lower at the point.

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