I whistled, looking around the castle. It seemed to be what the boy said it was: magic. The stairs were moving, doors were disappearing, and random objects were appearing out of nowhere and falling on people's heads. I thought about how easy it would be to get lost in this place.

"So, uh, is there a map of this place or anything? I would hate to be looking for Witches' Brew 101 and end up in the wizard pit of doom."

Harry, as he said his name was, glared at me. I love when they do that. "First of all, neither of those classes exist. Second, I do have a map, but... Don't tell anyone, okay? It's saved my life a few times."

Ah, a rebel. Instantly my view if him changed. "A secret map?" Angel grinned. "I like this place already."

Nudge opened her mouth. "I love secrets, don't you? They're just so... secrety. Youknow, one time Angel told me this secret about Fang, and it was-"

"Okay, Nudge," Fang cut in. "We get your point."

I smirked at Fang. God, he was so much fun to mess with.

He glared back in response.

"Potions is first," Harry interrupted. "The teacher is a bit... well, you'll see.

Snake, the potions teacher (I think I got his name right) was spitting venom at us the moment we walked through the door.

"Potter, who are these...abominations?"

"Thanks for the welcome wagon, Snake, but I think we're all good here, 'kay?"

"Snape!" He spat. Whoops. "Sit down right now, and Potter, I'm afraid I'm going to have to take twenty points from Gryffindor."

Another egomaniac. As if I didn't have enough to deal with already. Luckily, the whole flock's special skill allows us to irritate any adult past the breaking point-way past.

"Ah, what an amazing smell. Make this yourself? Congrats." I said in true Max fashion. "I'm not one for cooking, but I'll admit that you impressed me today."

He gave me a withering look, and I stared right back.

"Detention!" he cried. "Every day for the next six years."

Pretty good, even for me.