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"Wake up!" Brandon smacked Chris with a pillow."We gotta get breakfast!"
Chris got up slowly, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Oh man, what time is it?" Then he noticed that the dormitories were empty. "Where is everyone?"
"They left a few minutes ago."Brandon ran to the door, fully dressed. "I've been trying to get you to wake up for ten minutes! Hurry up!"
Chris scrambled into his school robes and hurriedly grabbed his wand from his trunk. He followed Brandon down the many moving staircases to the Great Hall.
The other Gryffindor first years were already seated at their table, eating breakfast. Chris sat down next to Brandon and helped himself to some pancakes.
"Sorry we didn't wait for you, but you weren't getting up." Alex apologized.
Chris grunted in response, his mouth full of syrupy bread. Truthfully, he still wasn't fully awake, and his dark brown hair was sticking up at odd angles. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see some third year girls giggling at him, but he didn't care enough to respond.
"What's our first class?" Quentin asked if no one in particular.
"Charms with the Ravenclaws." Percy replied, looking at the schedule their Head of House, Professor Jones, had handed out.
The diminutive Professor Flitwick had to stand on a stack of books to be seen by his students. "Remember, swish and flick! Now, practice with your partners!"
Each Gryffindor had been paired with a Ravenclaws, so Chris was with Patrick Parker, a rather pale and heavyset boy.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Chris waved his wand in a motion vaguely resembling a backwards "a". He pointed the wand at a feather, which promptly began to float gently.
Meanwhile, Patrick had already finished with his feather and had begun levitating the books underneath Professor Flitwick. ("Put me down, Mr. Parker!")
Chris floated his feather near Patrick's face and began tickling the other boy's nose.
AACHOO! Patrick sneezed loudly, and poor Professor Flitwick soared across the room. The other Gryffindors laughed uproariously while the Ravenclaws looked to see if their House Head was fine. He had managed to land on top of a tall cabinet and did not look too pleased.
Chris quickly cast another Wingardium Leviosa and brought the tiny professor back down to the floor.
"Five points to Gryffindor." Professor Flitwick sniffed and began writing the homework on a blackboard. In retrospect, Chris suspected that his little prank was the cause of the large amount of homework they received.
Right after Charms was Potions, held in the dank dungeons underneath the school. Professor Slughorn, an extremely walrus-like man, had written out the instructions for a potion on the board and fallen asleep at his desk.
Chris, Brandon, and Steven were sitting around a cauldron and carefully adding pumpkin seeds to the bubbling mixture inside.
"So how's Slytherin?" Chris asked Steven, trying to make small talk. Brandon looked at Chris strangely.
"It's alright." Steven shrugged in response. "How many seeds did we put in?"
"I put in four." Brandon said.
"Three." Chris said.
"I put in four." Steven said quietly. The three boys looked at the board, where the instructions clearly stated that they were to put in ten pumpkin seeds
"Oh." Chris looked at the thick orange mixture in the cauldron, which was now steaming ominously.
"That's not good." Brandon backed away from the cauldron quickly.
"Maybe I can get that last seed out-" Steven began reaching into the cauldron when the orange potion exploded out of it, splashing onto him and Chris.
When the smoke cleared, the two boys had pumpkins for heads. Several of the Slytherins laughed unpleasantly at them. Professor Slughorn waddled over and tapped the pumpkins with his wand, causing them to shatter and reveal Chris and Steven, looking rather dazed.
"Five points each from Gryffindor and Slytherin." Professor Slughorn frowned. "Please do pay attention to what you are doing. If this were an Acid Solution, you would both be in the Hospital Wing."
Later, Brandon pulled Chris aside and whispered angrily, "What'd you do that for?"
"Calm down. It was an accident." Chris replied, having recovered from being a pumpkin head.
"No it wasn't. I'll bet that Slytherin sabotaged the potion!"
Chris looked at Brandon as if he'd grown a second head. "You're kidding, right? Steven got hit with the potion too! And why would he mess up the potion anyways?"
"Because he's stinking Slytherin." Brandon said slowly, as though Chris were a particularly obstinate little child.
"That's hardly a reason." Chris argued. "He hung out with us on the train, remember? He wasn't a bad guy then, and I don't think one day in Slytherin will turn him into a jerk."
"Maybe." Brandon didn't look convinced, "It's only a matter of time."