The twins would have to explain to their fellow dorm mates why they were called to the Dumbledore's office so suddenly. They could say that it was some belated detention notification from last year. They came to the large stone griffin and Serina stepped within the circle it made with its wings along with her brother. McGonagall recited the password, "Frog Legs." This password disturbed Serina seeing as she knew all the passwords were Bertie Botts bean flavors. The stairs slowly spiraled upwards with the young witch and wizard standing at the top of it when it came to a steady halt. Serina didn't even know what to look for in Dumbledore's office, she almost half-thought of looking for a Zefron poster and chuckled once to herself.
"Come forward, boys; or is that not how you'd like to be addressed, Miss Bloom?"
Being addressed by her last name for the first time in a while brought her back from her search around the room to face the legendary wizard sitting behind a heavy dark wood desk. They reached the point that was directly in front of the expertly carved desk and they both greeted the head master simultaneously. This made Dumbledore laugh his light airy laugh before saying, "If you didn't tell anyone they truly wouldn't know the difference between you and George Weasley." Serina took this as a compliment and smiled. Dumbledore stood saying, "It's good to have the chance to see you face to face." Without realizing it Serina had changed back and was now was clad in oversized closed. Dumbledore walked to the front of the desk and spoke again, "I now that your problem will raise some personal issues, so I will be giving you the password to access the female prefect bath to avoid drawing attention to yourself when the polyjuice potion wears off. Not all the staff knows about you're little predicament so I suggest keeping this a secret amongst those you can trust." Once Dumbledore had concluded this two of them nodded in understanding. Serina was full of questions that needed to be answered, but not answered in front of Fred. Dumbledore noticed the sense a questions and concern. "Mr. Weasley you may return to your dormitory. Miss Bloom will be following right behind you." Fred glanced at Serina in question only to receive a smile and a nod signaling that he should go. Fred turned reluctantly and began down the spiral staircase and down the halls to the common room.
Serina turned back with an anxious expression for the head master and he began before she could. "I've been told that you know the fate of everyone here in this school, Miss Bloom. Is that true?" He sat down once again and Serina pressed forward with her hands clenched into fists held closely to her chest. "Yes Professor. Now I find that what I used to believe were impossible fantasies are horrifically real for all those how belong here. I want to stop these terrible things from happening but I'm not sure if it's my place to change the fate of others, though I'm sure it's not." The strain and compassion in her voice grew and the wizard looked at her with sympathetic eyes. "My dear, you have been given a great responsibility and I know that you wish to be relieved of it but I must ask you not to speak a word of what you know. If you do I fear that the fates of others will be put in danger if your knowledge reaches the ear s of an adversary. As a precaution we will be putting you into Professor Trilony's class to avoid any suspicions about any foresight that you that you can blame a misinterpreted divination." Serina grew only more troubled but knew that Dumbledore was in the right. All the terrible secrets she held would break the spirits and hearts of her comrades and the information about their whereabouts could put them in danger if she encountered an enemy lurking in the shadows.
"You are a remarkable girl, Miss Bloom, and though you are behind on your studies you will become a great witch." Though she was appreciative of his confidence she didn't see how it was possible. "But Professor I…" Dumbledore raised his hand silencing her protest. "You are capable of changing more than you think even if your knowledge is kept confidential. Don't ever forget that, it will serve you well in the future." Serina pondered this for a moment and kept it mind as a lesson to keep in mind. "You better hurry and go to bed, Miss Bloom. If you need any assistance what so ever you may come here." Serina thanked him and received directions to the female prefect's bathroom before leaving to get ready for bed. Having succeeded in sneaking past her dorm mates with her pajamas and a flask of bitter polyjuice potion she made her way to the bathroom. She uttered the password, which was 'mountain mists', and entered into the large bathroom that was thankfully lacking in other students. It had a large bath tub with a tower of soap dispensers at the center just like they had in the Goblet of Fire when Harry got into the male prefect bath with Cedric Diggery's help she hated to admit.
After having bathed and dressed in George's pajamas, she took the flask from her pants pocket along with a small pouch. After removing the lid from the flask, Serina opened the pouch and retrieved a single red hair from a cluster of them that Fred had cut off and placed in the pouch for her to use. Upon adding the hair to the opaque green concoction it bubbled slightly then settled. Serina drank the revolting liquid quickly and shuddered once before changing her appearance once again. Peeking out the door, Serina checked to see if anyone like Filch was patrolling but even if he was she was given a hall pass that would last her the entire year in case of emergency. The portraits all slept as her bare feet made little noise as she walked to the common room. With every location she passed came a thought from what she had read on a page or watched on a screen. For a moment Serina wondered what events would occur during her time in these classes and these halls, but then she remembered that she already knew everything that would happen and that disappointed her to an extent. The calm and warmth of the common room made Serina's spirits rise from her depression as she headed up to the dormitory where George and all of their dorm mates were deep asleep. In her exhaustion she fell into bed lightly not making a sound and falling asleep almost instantly in the comfort of the curtains that concealed her between the bed posts.
The morning was bright and the window in Fred's dormitory was set to have the sun wake him up when it rose into the sky. This made it his responsibility to wake up his other dorm mates. Of course he wasn't going to give them an easy wake up. The other two boys who Fred and George had roomed with for the past 5 years were named Aaron and Peter and they were to receive the usual Weasly wake up call. Fred grabbed the edge of Aaron's mattress and turned it slightly causing him to roll out of bed onto the floor with a yell and he did the same to Peter. "Well it's good to see you haven't changed." Peter said as he rose to the floor. "Where's George? Wasn't this tradition his idea to begin with?" Aaron stated. Fred turned to George's bed and saw that the curtains were completely drawn. "Guess he didn't want the sun to wake him up. We should get him for not waking up on time and breaking tradition." Fred said with a mischievous grin. All three of the boys approached Serina's drawn curtains and prepared for the attack. They chuckled and laughed as they threw open the curtains then they laughter slowly died down. The three of them all just stared in awe and confusion at what two of them thought was George. Serina still hadn't grown out of her sleeping habits so when the boy found her still asleep, she was curled up, hugging her pillow with a girlish expression on her sleeping face.
Aaron and Peter continued to stare until Fred took action and lifted the mattress out from under her. Serina's yell of surprise shook the other two boys from their questions and confusion. "Come along, George. Breakfast is waiting." Fred said leaning over the bed to see Serina rising from the floor. "I'll meet you there. Go on ahead you lot." She replied in her faked voice. After having dressed and packed her school bag she followed her brother and dorm mates to the Great Hall for breakfast which was laid out for them. Serina indulged herself in some oatmeal, a large glass of milk, bacon, and an apple to eat between classes. Everyone's eyes were on their schedules and there were mixed reactions throughout the room. Serina had yet to open hers due to the fact that she was just finishing her breakfast. She pushed her plate and away from her and chugged her massive glass of milk before slamming it down on the table with a gasp and grabbing up her envelope. She scanned the paper rather offhandedly knowing what she was going to read but still full of anticipation. "Transfigurations, good. Charms, good. Herbology, good. Divinations…okay. Potions…Potions!" This positive tone in her voice when she stated the final class made the people sitting around her look astonished.
"Yeah I know it's going to be a bore and what's worse we're taking the class with the slytherins." Peter said with a groan. "I can't wait!" "What!?" was their response to her exclamation. "You must be joking!" Aaron said after saving his glass of pumpkin juice from a meeting with the ground. Fred looked at Serina like she was speaking a dead language. "How can you be looking forward to a class with slytherins?" Serina realized the mistake had made in saying this and wished she could take it back for there was nothing she could say to make it sound better. "On top of that it's Snape we're talking about." Serina directed her gaze back at her schedule and didn't say another word on the matter.
Nothing of any importance happened in any of the early classes like charms and herbology, but transfiguration was a class that she did enjoy. That day they were trying to change a flower into a wooden flute as a warm up for the year. Serina got frustrated easily and when flailing flustered her wand flew from her hand to the front of the class room. Professor McGonagall watched as the stout wand clattered and settled before picking it up. Serina was about to hide her face in her arms out of embarrassment but stopped herself. McGonagall examined the wand as she walked over to return it to it's owner but failed to determine the meaning of the runes carved into the handle. "Here you are, Mr. Weasley." Serina took the wand back from her teacher with a thank you. "That's a very interesting wand; I've never seen those runes before." As McGonagall walked back to her desk Serina took a second look at the runes that had been pointed out. They looked familiar but Serina couldn't place it at the moment.
After having succeeded in at least turning the flower into a wooden one, the class ended and Serina was to move onward to the dungeons! Instantly images from AVPS and Snape and the students prancing of to the dungeons flashed through her head and Serina was sharing a laugh with herself and left Fred wondering what she was thinking that was so funny.
The dungeon was dark, dreary, and musty…just as Serina had always imagined it. Finding her seat in the classroom with only a couple of small windows and candles to light the space Serina didn't take notice of the fact that she was the only Griffindor who looked like they'd enjoy the class. Fred couldn't understand her strange behavior and didn't do anything to point it out seeing as Snape had started class. Serina hung on every word the potions teacher said and had to stifle a laugh when she thought of him saying 'Turn to page 394' which was one of her favorite lines. Also, she kept picturing Olivia, the girl who played Snape in their AVPS production, teaching the class in the funny voice she used for that particular role. Amid reminiscing in her head about all the Snape related jokes and a reference, Serina was following every single instruction to the mark for making an awakening potion. Snape's voice slithered through the air in the dungeon room and signaled that time was up. His intimidating dark figure strode past every caldron to determine whether or not the student he stood before had failed or not.
He came to the twins and examined the contents of Fred's caldron first with a shiftless expression. "As always Mr. Weasley you have succeeded in leaving you work incomplete to socialize about useless topics with your counterpart." Snape said glancing to Serina. She had to admit that he was right. Fred had been questioning Serina during class about how she could entertain herself in this class and in doing so forgot that he had his own work to do. Snape stepped over to Serina's caldron and expected to see an exact replica of the concoction that belonged to her twin. Serina hadn't expected to do well at all in this class from hearing how relentless Snape was but jumped a bit when she could hear the entire class lean forward to see the calculating expression that didn't often come to Snape's face. Serina turned her head and looked around to see if anyone's expression gave the impression that she had done something wrong. Snape withdrew a flask from his cloak pocket and scooped some of the watery violet liquid into it. He strode over to a Griffindor who was having trouble staying awake despite the apparent earth shaking event that was occurring and opened his mouth and poured in Serina's finished work. Serina's conscience ran like wild for the next couple seconds. What if she had mixed the potion incorrectly and caused some sort of dangerous reaction. Her anxiety left her the moment the fellow student shot up straight in his seat, wide awake.
Snape's expression reverted back to its apathetic nature and the students all returned to their relaxed positions. The potions master strode back over to Serina swiftly and stopped to look at her with an intense and computing gaze. "It seems Mr. Weasley that you have finally decided to take an interest in your success in this class. Perhaps your double will follow in your example." Serina tried to hide her appreciation for his praise though a hint of it may have slipped out seeing as how the professor standing before her raised a brow ever so slightly at her. Class was dismissed and Serina stood to leave, following close behind Fred leaving Snape with his suspicions.
"What was that? How is it that you made that potion so well when you have been doing nothing but drinking them all summer?" Fred asked somewhat impressed. "You'd be amazed how well you can do something when you actually take an interest in it." She said with a content expression. Fred pondered this. "Anyway, I have to go to divinations. I'll see you in the common room." Fred waved goodbye as she ran backwards down the corridor before spinning out the exit onto the crisp green grass to cross over to the tower where divinations was held. The stairs she had to ascend were worse than the ones at her school and she was thankful for the large cushioned chairs placed in the class room. She sat at a table and made herself comfortable by picking up everything that had been set out on the table which included a crystal ball, a tea pot, a tea cup, and various other fortunes telling objects that she had seen in books. Serina wanted to believe that this class would be more entertaining and less awkward that it was made out to be but unfortunately that didn't happen. Right off the bat, Serina knew that she was in for a lot of questioning looks and quick and offhand explanations. Professor Trilony came into the class and greeted the students as she always did in a whimsical and sprinkled in insanity kind of way. She glanced over all of the students and stopped when she looked at Serina. Serina tried to look relaxed but she couldn't hide her panic thoughts from herself. Trilony slowly turned her head and looked off into the empty space of class. "I sense that there is someone here. Someone who knows…knows who will live and who will die…" Murmurs flooded the class and Serina stayed silent laying her head on the table. Despite Dumbledore saying that this class would hide her knowledge with good excuses it would still be difficult to do so. Serina sat up can looked at the tea leaves in her tea cup forming ominous figures. "This is going to be a long year."
