On a fall Monday morning, Aly reported for breakfast. McGonagall handed her schedule for the day.
"Brilliant!" she exclaimed. She had looking forward to Charms. It was the first thing on her schedule at 9:15. It was doubles with Ravenclaw. She ate some bacon, flat cakes, and orange juice. As soon as she finished, she ran into Hayden and Damien.
"Oh, hello," she said.
"Morning," Damien yawned.
"Apparently someone didn't get enough sleep," Hayden noted.
"Where are you going?" asked Damien.
"I've got Charms at 9:00. I've got to go upstairs to get my things. What's your schedule for today?" asked Aly. Hayden looked at his.
"I've got Charms too!" Damien said.
"Oh, no. I've got Potions with Snape," he moaned.
"Terribly sorry, mate. Well, I hope you survive. But here's a key to surviving Potions. Be a suck up. Smile to Snape," Damien said.
"What are you talking about?" Aly said.
"If you start on a good foot in your first year, Snape will like you. Make a false move, and he'll take away 50 points for putting a foot in his classroom!" Damien said.
"That really makes me feel better, Damien. Thanks a lot," Hayden groaned.
"Oh. Sorry," Damien apologized.
"Well, I'm going to get my things. I don't think you two will have time for breakfast. Well, see you in Charms, Damien!" Aly said walking away. She went back to the common room to get her bag. She filled it with ink, quills, parchment, and her Deluxe Edition Standard Book of Spells book and raced to class.
"Now, I want you all to try this charm. Wingardium Leviosa. Swish and flick," Flitwick announced a few moments later. "If you don't, you will certainly end up in a mess." Aly was in Charms and Professor Flitwick had decided to start off the class by practicing a charm. Luckily for her, she already knew it. The rest of the train ride was spent reading the book Mr. Taylor gave her. Aly was sitting next to Damien who was swatting at a fly.
"Damien? Shouldn't you be, oh I don't know. Listening?" Aly hissed.
"Big whoop. I know this spell already," he said nonchalantly.
"Really?" Aly snorted. "Let's see you try." He sighed and picked up his feather and set it in front of him.
"Let's make it a competition?" he suggested. "Whoever can make their feather fly the highest gets one galleon?" Aly grinned.
"Deal. No cheating." They both raised their wands. "One, two, three!"
"Wingardium Leviosa!" they said at the same time. Both of their feathers began to rise.
"I'm winning!" Damien said happily.
"Look again!" Aly exclaimed, watching hers rise higher. Suddenly, there was an explosion. Damien dropped his wand and ducked for cover. Aly kept going. She looked down and saw Seamus covered in soot. Damien got up from under the table.
"I win," Aly said as hers reached the ceiling.
"That's not fair!" Damien exclaimed, turning red.
"It's as fair as my skin, Damien. You backed out. Seamus is five rows below us!" Aly said, watching her feather. He glared at her.
"Will that be cash or cash?" she asked putting out her hand.
"Ms. Trevelyan, excellent work! Five points to Gryffindor!" Flitwick squeaked. Aly smirked at Damien.
