Aren't I just the nicest, two chapters in one day, maybe I will post another one XD

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My first day of school! Kala thought, while straightening her tie. She had grabbed ten sheets of parchment, a bottle of ink and a quill, her Herbology book, wand and a bottle of water backed in her back pack. She noticed that not many other students did this, deciding to hold their books in a messy pile. Although her bag was cheap, it still cost money, so Kala wanted to make the best use of it possible. Second class she had a flying lesson, something that she wasn't looking forward too much.

Their timetables had been left on their bedside tables, it turned out. They had Herbology with Ravenclaw and flying with Hufflepuff. She ran down the stairs and through the common room, pushing past the fifth years and outside the portrait.
Good, I can allow those three to the Great Hall, the girl grinned. Her hair turned orange in delight, and her eyes bright green. Almost on their heels, she stalked them until she was at the hall, and took a seat at the front, noticing that only the first years sat there. She reached over, grabbed a piece of bed and added a thick layer of jam, grabbing a jug of what she assumed to be orange juice. She took a sip, and then spat it out into her cup, whipping her mouth with her sleeve.
"Eww!" she squealed, taking a big bite of her toast to try get rid of the flavour.

Her hair turned baby blue, her eyes dark brown.
"You have to stop doing that," Fred grinned. He chuckled as she almost jumped out of her seat.
"Don't scare me like that," she said, her hair fading back into its natural colour. "What is that revolting stuff anyways," her nose crinkled. She grabbed another cup, making sure this time that she poured water into the glass. She took a big sip, and ended up chocking on it. She coughed loudly, tears in her eyes, her face going bright red.

"Weren't you taught how to drink?" George smirked at her, grabbing a pancake, pouring maple syrup onto it. Fred copied his actions, but added sugar instead of the rich syrup. "It's pumpkin juice, it'll grow on you," Fred shrugged. HE grabbed himself a tall glass, his twin copying his actions.
"What is that on your pancake?" she asked George.
"You don't what maple syrup is?"
"That is maple syrup? I have heard of it, but it was always too expensive to buy at the shops," she said, looking at her hands. The twins flushed ever so slightly, then changed the topic.
"How are your dorm mates?" Fred broke the awkward silence.
"God, I only have three people in my room, so we get double beds, unlike everyone else, I noticed their had single beds," she grinned, and took a small sip of her water.
"Lucky! The boys have five to a room, a lot were sorted to Gryffindor this year. There are twenty four of us, we are in the first room the left," George grinned.
"Hopefully next year we will get a room with only four other people," Fred said.
"Now I know which room to go to if I feel like pranking you," she grinned. She made herself look like a male, and wrapped her robes around her.
"Yeah, I am a male Gryffindor," she said, in a deep, convincing voice.
"I bet you wouldn't prank us, you're too nice," Fred told her. She turned herself back into a girl with long curly wine red hair, green eyes and some freckles.
"I don't know about that," she said, standing up.
"I am full, I shall see you in class," she grabbed her back and walked out of the great hall, looking at her map, without difficulty, she navigated her way to the Herbology greenhouse.

She stopped in front of the structure, admiring the old but detailed dragons that were placed on the peaked roofs. Once she walked inside, she gagged at the smell.
"Sorry dear, had to spray the plants last night, you will get used to the smell," she said, waving off the child's disgust.
"What did you spray them with?" Kala's hair turned light green in disgust.
"Just a little something to help the plants grow quickly," Professor Sprout said. Kala helped herself to a seat in the second row, leaving two spots for her friends that arrived soon.

"Up!" Kala called to her broom, which jumped slightly.
"Up!" The twins said in union, their brooms going straight to their hands.
"Up!" Kala said again, more forcefully. The smooth wood hit her palm, and she clutched it, ignoring how her palm stung.
"Now mount the broom, lean forward and kick off the ground," the quidditch coach said. The twins did this with ease, as they had been flying since they could walk. Kala was very hesitant, but after seeing a few more students try, she leaned forward and kicked off the ground, hovering a bit higher than necessary.
"I'm flying," she grinned.
"Now gently pull back and touch down again," Madam Hooch said. Kala reluctantly did so. After practicing this a few times, they got to go as a class around the oval, only a few meters off the ground though.

The twins were in front of the group, followed closely by a student in Hufflepuff.
"Go a bit faster Kala," George encouraged.
"I don't know, I don't want to fall off," she said, uncertainly.
"You will be fine, lean forward a little bit and don't turn to sharply," Fred advised.
"Okay," she said, her voice wavering. She leaned forward slowly, the wind whipping her curly hair.
"This is fun, why didn't I do this earlier?" she laughed, closing her eyes.
"Don't go too fast," George teased, bumping into her lightly. Her grip was loose on the broom, and she almost lost her balance and sent herself spiraling to the ground.
"Hey!" She said to him, glaring. He sped up, but she leaned forward, bumping him roughly, making him loose his balance slightly. She gipped the broom tightly, prepared for when he was about to bump into her, pulling her broom up, she shot up higher than him.
"Don't go too high! Slow down," The coach shouted to them, from the ground. But she couldn't hear her over the sound of the wind I her ears. Fred came up to her right , George to her left.
"You should slow down," they tried to tell her. But she kept on accelerating.
"What?" she asked, looking to her right. She looked ahead, and saw that she was about to crash into a pole and leaned to her right swiftly. She then weaved her way through the poles, narrowly missing them. Btu at the last pole, her shoulder struck it, and she lost her grip.

The last thing that she saw was the ground coming closer and closer to her face.

Kala squinted from the sudden bright light.
"Tale it easy, you took quite a fall," the medi-witch advised, putting a cup of water on the bedside table.
"Where am I?" Kala asked, her throat sore from screaming before she collided to the ground.
"The Infirmary, you dislocated your shoulder and you fell on the broom, breaking your collarbone. Nasty thing to break, but easy to heal. You should be alright for classes tomorrow," the healer commented.
"Tomorrow?"
"Yes, you were half conscious when you took the potion to help your bones refuse together, gave the Weasley twins quite a fright. I expect that you won't have a detention, only because you injured yourself though. If it was a fracture you wouldn't have been so lucky," Madam Pomfrey continued.
"Silly, why were you going so fast? Usually it's the third or fourth years," she shook her head. She held out a small bottle to the girl.
"Drink this, it will help you fall asleep again," she said. Kala grabbed it. The last time she had medicine was when she ten, for a bad fever.

She sniffed the potion and grimaced.
"What did you expect pumpkin juice?"
"I hate pumpkin juice," the girl retorted. She narrowed her eyes at her.
"Don't take that tone with me," the lady in the red and white uniform said.
"What tone? I don't like pumpkin juice," Kala stated slowly, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. The healer sighed.
"Dear, you look a bit thin," the medicine witch commented lightly.
"Drink it now or not at all," she threatened when she saw that Kalama had made no move to drink the draught. The student didn't need to be told twice and drank the entire thick potion, washing it down with water immediately after.

Poppy grabbed a lantern and waved her wand, all of the other candles going out.
"Sleep well," was the last thing that the girl heard before falling into a deep sleep.


After being rudely awakened, Kala walked back to Gryffindor tower to have a shower and get changed into clean school clothes. She missed out of her first History of Magic and Charms lesson, much to her disappointment.

At the table for breakfast, she was greeted by the twins.
"First lesson and you broke a bone," George stirred her. She ignored him and grabbed a piece of toast.
"Madam Hooch was slightly impressed on how you weaved through the goal posts, you were going rather fast," Fred commented.
"Really?" she asked, feeling slightly less embarrassed.
"Yeah, if you didn't miss the last post I don't think you would have gotten a detention for being reckless," Fred said. She laughed at that.
"It was an accident," she shook her hair, despite her face and hair going bright red.
"Nah, I bet you crashed on purpose," George said sarcastically. She punched him in the arm lightly, hurting her knuckles slightly.
"Thumb on the outside," Fred advised. She punched him a bit harder, her thumb no longer tucked on the inside of her small fist.
"There we go," George said, rubbing his arm.

"I am glad that we have potions," she began to make small talk with them. They looked displeased with her statement.
"Apparently Snape is the biggest git of a teacher," Fred told her.
"Oh," was the only thing she could say.
"That's what Bill and Charlie say at least. Percy didn't comment, little suck up," Fred wrinkled his nose in disgust.

Once in the musty classroom, Kala couldn't help but jiggle her left leg impatiently.
"Silence!" The professor said, loudly, his robes billowing behind him.
"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few... Who possess, the predisposition... I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death," Professor Snape said the speech he has said since he taught his first year class. Kalama leaned in slightly, as if wanting to know more.
"Open up to page four, we will be learning the twelve uses for dragon blood," he said, in a monotonous voice. Of course Kalama had read the potions book over five times, as it was the subject she was looking forward to most.
"He doesn't seem like that bad of a teacher," she said to George.
"Miss?" Snape sent her a withering glare.
"Moon, sir," she said in a quiet voice.
"Would you care to tell the class the twelve uses for Dragon blood? I thought-"
"In any particular order should I state them?" she asked him. His black eyes studied her, and the sudden realization of how much she looked like Sirius, his Hogwarts bully, tormented him.
"Did I ask for any order? Spit it out, girl," he gritted his teeth.

"It can be used as an oven cleaner, a potion strengthener, spot remover, it can sure some diseases, it can be used as a red ink, a drop in each eye can improve vision and is more affective than glasses. If you drink it on it's own it can rehydrate and if injured your blood will replenish faster," Kala continued on with the uses, surprising the potion master. Not that he let it show.
"Impressing me with knowledge that I expected you to know won't get you higher grades, Miss Moon," he smirked.
"But if you expected me to know this already, why did you try not give me a chance to state my answer before? Why did you assume that I didn't know this and asked all of us to read page four?" she asked him. She fought back a smirk. He didn't hesitate in his response.
"Five points form Gryffindor for talking back," he said. She was about to protest, but George slapped a hand over her mouth, sending her a warning stare.
"For those of you who didn't read the chapter, read it now. Then you get started on an essay about three different uses of dragon blood," he said, sternly looking over the students.

Kalama got out her parchment and ink, immediately beginning to write. Of course she had read on a book about essays, she was reading a teachers book on how to teach students. She grinned knowing the advantage she had of being able to write grade nine quality essays.

"What three are you going to write about?" Fred whispered.
"Why?" she whispered back, holding her quill in her right hand.
"So then I can copy what your writing," he grinned playfully, but his statement was serious. She almost gasped in horror of cheating.
"No! You will not be cheating, either of you," she said quickly, turned away from them.
"It's just a bit of help, think of it that way," George said in a pleading voice.
"I will help you write it, but I won't tell you what to write. He would notice anyways," she frowned. She had never thought that they would cheat.
But you don't know them very well, do you? Don't let them use you, you know how angry and distraught characters get in books when that happens, she thought.

"What should I write about?"
"Read the chapter and pick one easy thing to write about, and two things that you will have trouble with writing about. Write about how it strengthens potions first, I can help you later with the other ones if you need it," she tried to encourage. She too was writing about how it increased the strength of the potion.

Dragon blood has magical properties...she continued to write throughout the whole class, only finishing one essay, unlike some of the other students, who finished two.
"This is due next week on Wednesday, no excuses," Snape told all of the students as they were leaving. I will do my potions homework tonight, she reminded herself. Was last one out of the door, Fred and George were very far in front, a bit angry that she didn't let them copy off her work.

After recess, they had Charms with Professor Flitwick in room 2E.
"Now class, do you all remember the swish and flick technique I taught you last lesson? Which was yesterday in fact," he rambled.
"The incantation is Wingardium Leviosa," the teacher said. He waved his wand, saying the spell words very clearly, and his feather was now floating in the air. Kala's eyes widened at the display. Soon all of the students were trying to do the spell.
"Miss Moon, I believe it is?" he asked her. She nodded at the short teacher.
"You weren't here when we learned the swish and flick, so I don't expect you to get the spell today, or any other student," he said. She nodded at him.
"Swish and flick," he told her, showing her slowly what to do.
"Like this?"
"Precisely," he praised her wand motions.
"Wingardium Leviosa," she pointed at her wand. She frowned and tried again.
"Wingardium Leviosa," the twins said in union, but nothing happened.
"Wingardium Leviosa," she tried, her voice a bit more stern, her actions a bit too fast. She closed her eyes and told herself to relax, and in a more pleasant tone chanted the spell.

The feather rose above her head, and some of the students started excitedly whispering.
"Wingardium Leviosa," Fred said, grinning as his feather went up high in the air too.
"You've done it Miss Moon and Mr. Weasley!" The teacher cried happily.
"Twelve points to Gryffindor," he cheered them on.

Kala did not in fact enjoy her first Astronomy class.
"Why do we need to learn the names to the moons of Jupiter? It's stupid," she said at the dinner table.
"At least we only had three classes today," George commented.
"I can't wait until I can drop that class," she muttered. Fred rolled her eyes. She threw her dinner roll on her plate and sighed.
"When do you want me to help you with the potions essay?" she asked them, trying to take her mind off the Astronomy class.
"I'm not going to do it," Fred said, shrugging.
"Why?"
"It's a big fat waste of time," George suggested, shoving some corn into his mouth. She was about to retort that it wasn't, but decided against it.
"Fine then, have fun in detention," she smirked. They both groaned.
"Can't you just do it for us?"
"Nope!" she grinned merrily.
"But I can help you in the common room or in the library," she suggested.
"Fine," George said hastily.

"And when you are writing, use semi colons and colons," she suggested.
"And obvious one is that dragon blood can be used red ink, because it is thick like normal ink. Say that it isn't a good use though, as dragon blood is expensive," she said.

An hour later, all of them had completed their essays.
"Thanks," George said to his friend, then yawned.
"I am going to go to bed, thanks for the help though," Fred nodded and said his thanks, before following his twin.

Kala grabbed all of her things and walked up to her room, sitting down on the desk chair, she began to write a letter to her mother.

Mum,

School is amazing so far. The train ride went by fast, I talked to the two red headed twins, from Olivander's Wand shop. Their names are Fred and George; I think I made my first friends. A hat that put my in Gryffindor sorted me; the twins in Gryffindor too!

I sleep in a warm, double bed that is half a meter off the ground. It's like sleeping on a cloud. The food here is great, I wish I could send you some of the cake back to you for your birthday that is coming up soon.

The Herbology room smelled very bad, we didn't learn much, only safety and a plan on what we would be learning- a waste of time if you ask me.
I had my first Flying lesson. All was going well, I was going the fastest out of my entire class! Dad told you about Quidditch, right? I weaved my way through the poles, but I was going too fast and lost control. I dislocated my left arm, hitting the last pole, and fell to the ground, landing on the broom, which broke my collarbone.

Don't worry, the healer here is great! I was up and running by the next morning. I missed out of my first Charms and History of Magic class, but I managed to catch up in charms. I learned spell that makes things levitate! Amazing, isn't it?

Fred and I were the only people in the class to complete it in that lesson too! I had potions class with a Professor Snape. He dislikes me, but the twins always remind me how agitated he looked. He thought I didn't read the twelve uses for Dragon's blood. Wasn't he wrong? I completed three essays that are due next week.

Astronomy is very boring, the tins and the rest of the class think that looking at the moons of Jupiter is 'cool', but I doubt that there is anything there. It's not like we would ever go to Jupiter's moon.

How has work been? Have you been eating? Are you going to rent a smaller place out, near work? I think that you should, a one bedroom apartment. When I come back I can sleep in the lounge room, if it has enough space, or a study.

I should get to sleep now,

Sincerely,
Your Daughter

She signed off the letter and then left it under her bed, setting her alarm a bit early so that she could go to the owlery in the morning.

Is she too much like Hermione Granger? I think that she has different values and is more accepting of the Wizarding world that Hermione... PLEASE REVIEW!