James awoke to a quite room, as he looked around, he noticed the others were also rising.
"Seamus," James called, "where is the bathroom, I would like to take a shower before breakfast and classes."
"Oh, it's over there mate." Seamus yawned as he pointed to a doorway.
James nodded his thanks and gathered his robes and clothes for the day. Walking into the room, he locked the door and stripped down. He looked in the mirror and saw himself staring back tiredly. He was a well-built 12 ½ year old with strong facial features, flowing black hair that hit his shoulders, piercing brown eyes, the last time he was measured he was about 5' 9". Overall he thought he looked decent enough and hopped in the shower. Washing was simple and took no more than two minutes, he got out and dried himself with a spell and went to brushing his teeth and hair. He got dressed and left the private bathroom.
"Hermione is waiting for you," called Neville who had gotten ready before the rest of them, "said she wanted to go down to breakfast early, sounded like she wanted it to be just the two of you."
"Thanks Neville," James replied clapping him on the shoulder just hard enough to tell him not to mess with him, but in a friendly way, "I'll see you all in the great hall."
With that James hopped down the stairs, he realized he was missing something, so he bounded back up the steps. He got into his trunk and put on his ancestors jewelry, making sure to put it on over his other clothes, it was disrespectful to hide your ancestors gifts, he tucked an eagle feather in his hair just because he felt like it and then met Hermione down in the common room.
"About time, did you have to perform your beauty spells?" Hermione giggled.
"You know me, I am all about looking like a princess," James rolled his eyes and fiddled with the turquoise ring on his middle finger, "let's go, I am starving!"
Hermione led the way out of the common room, and they joined the bustle of students already out in the halls. They walked in silence towards the staircase, James froze for a moment when he saw them moving. Magic just magic he thought. They continued their trek to the great hall, pushing past students. As they reached the doors to the great hall, they were stopped by professor Snape.
"As you are a new student you may not be aware," he snarled at James, "Students are not to attack other students."
"Professor if I may just explain," James tried to say calmly, "Malfoy attacked me and Hermione, I used only minor jinxes that cause no lasting damage."
"You would be better to stay away from Mr. Potter's friends; they seem to do no good." Snape whisked around, his robes following him.
"Five points to Gryffindor," McGonagall beamed at James, "most students would have come up with a fake story, thank you for telling the truth and keeping your cool Mr. Smith."
James nodded and continued into the great hall where he and Hermione sat across from the twins.
"Howdy," Fred said in an awful American accent, "that's how you greet each other in the States right?"
James howled with laughter at that, "If you are an 80-year-old man from Texas," He grinned from ear to ear, "most Americans just say hi or hello."
"told you!" cried George as he hit his brother on the back of the head.
Food was put on the table and the boys shoveled it down their throats. About ten minutes later when Fred, George, and James were done eating Hermione asked one of the fourth years to show James to his first class, Defense Against the Dark Arts. When James got to the room he immediately knew that professor Lockhart was a ɬeíɬchoo, liar in Apache, and knew that this class was going to be hellish, so instead of learning from his so called teacher, he learned from the fourth year text book from last year as Lockhart had made the children read his own books. And hour later James was the first out of the classroom, he looked on his schedule and saw a free period. He asked a student where the library was and after getting directions, headed for the massive room. Upon reaching it he immediately saw Hermione and Harry sitting in a corner.
"You aren't trying to steal my girlfriend are you," James half-joked, "cause I really don't want to have to duel you."
Harry gulped, after realizing James was joking, he nervously chuckled, "No I am not I can promise you that."
"Anyway, how was Lockhart's class," asked Hermione, "I heard he was quite full of himself."
"He is what my father calls a ɬeíɬchoo," James grumbled, "that means liar in apache I believe, looks like I will be learning from a book I picked up. Luckily this book is great!"
He is just like Hermione Harry thought.
"That is great James, you simply must let me read it with you!" Hermione said a bit louder but not loud enough to get yelled at in the library.
James nodded and scooted in next the Hermione, they were there for several hours but the book had been set on the table, the two had been staring into each other's eyes.
"Hey, you two," Harry grimaced as James looked up at him with what-the-hell-do-you-want-Potter eyes, "it is time to go to potions."
They all groaned and headed to the dungeons.
