Author's Note – Hi! I've posted this chappie after rewriting it and adding a lot, because I really hated the earlier version, and anyways it was unedited. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Just taking this opportunity to thank T, Saint Potter, ADMM4EVA, Lottchen, bighrocks and lady clark of books, who have been kind enough to review. And for those who haven't, please do… it really means a lot to me!

It's just by chance that I've been able to post this up; I've got an entrance exam (since I'm leaving this sickening school of mine, hooray!) and my eight grade finals are coming up, and yeah, my brain's fried.

And please read this again, there's lot of new stuff!

Disclaimers – As if I haven't repeated it, enough times already.

Chapter 10 – Fame on the First day

'MIA, wake up!'

Mia Bridger rolled in her bed, pulling the scarlet quilt above her head as she buried her head under the fluffy pillow.

'MIA!'

'Umm…Go away…'

'Lessons start in three hours, Mia. WAKE UP!'

Alexannah shook her petulantly, as she tossed her straight auburn hair over her face and moaned childishly, 'Five more minutes…'

Cornelia giggled, as Alexannah snorted derisively.

'Honestly Mia, didn't you sleep the whole night?'

'No, I didn't!' Mia's voice came muffled from beneath the numerous covers she was wrapped up in. 'Please, let me sleep…'

'Oh, come on!' Cornelia argued reasonably. 'Today's our first day at Hogwarts … surely that's worth sacrificing some sleep.'

Giving up all hopes of getting any more sleep with two more-more-than-persistent friends, Mia sat up awkwardly in her bed. Pushing the scarlet quilt away from her legs, she turned to stare drowsily at her friends, simultaneously rubbing her bloodshot eyes with her hands.

'Finally!' Alexannah sighed, rolling her cerulean blue eyes. 'I didn't know you were such a sleepy head.'

'Am not!' Mia retorted miffed, stretching her arms and getting off the bed. 'I just didn't get any sleep last night, that's all.'

'What were you doing, having a midnight chat with the ghosts?' Alexannah snapped sardonically.

'Long story!' Mia called, grabbing her crimson bathrobe from her trunk. 'I'll tell you two later. Shouldn't we…erm…get going then?' she asked, rounding in on the other two.

'Look who's talking!' Alexannah said; nonetheless wrenching her own bath towel, as they followed Cornelia to the bathroom.

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Mia slicked her newly-straight black hair into a neat ponytail, as Alexannah smoothed her black school robes for the hundredth time that morning. She turned anxiously to Cornelia, who had been patiently waiting, while the pair of them did their hair.

'Do I look alright?' she queried fussily, squinting at her robes.

'I wouldn't worry if I were you, Alexannah' Cornelia called back vaguely from the doorway. 'You're a natural beauty.'

Cornelia's compliment seemed to have calmed Alexannah considerably; she turned to Mia who had only just finished with her hair.

'Why black?' she asked curiously, as the three of them traipsed down the stairs to the common room to meet Christopher, who was to take them down for breakfast in the Great Hall.

'Goes well with my eyes.' Mia replied lightly. 'My favourite hair colour, after auburn.'

Alexannah murmured something that distinctly sounded like 'lucky you'; however, their conversation was cut short when Cornelia pulled them up to meet her brother.

'Morning, sis!' Christopher hailed her cheerily, kissing his younger sister on the forehead.

Cornelia grinned gingerly at her older brother; then she turned to face Alexannah and Mia.

'Mia Bridger and Alexannah Mary-Ann Truman.' she said, introducing an anxious-looking Alexannah and grinning Mia to her sibling. 'My new friends.' she declared happily.

'Hullo!' he greeted them merrily. 'Glad you're all Sorted in Gryffindor…just waiting for Adrian, here…he's late…'

He turned and peered at the entrance to the boy's dormitory, from where a tall, black haired boy had just walked out.

'Oy! Adrian!' Christopher hailed the stocky teenager clad in black robes. 'Just taking my sis and her friends down for breakfast… see ya later!'

'No problem!' Adrian shouted back, waving his hand at Christopher.

'Right' he said turning back to look at the anticipating faces of the young first years in front of him. 'C'mere…'

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Mia was finding it rather difficult to keep both her eyes open; her long hot-water bath in the morning had in no way helped; if anything, it had only made her drowsier. Trying desperately to focus on the dish of scrambled eggs in front of her, she blinked rapidly, rubbing her eyes with the sleeve of her robes, attempting to be more awake.

'So' Alexannah asked her, trying to start a conversation, digest some buttered toast and sip at a flagon of pumpkin juice all at once. 'What do you reckon lessons will be like today?'

'I don't know' Mia said, half asleep. Somehow, she just wasn't worried about her lessons. 'Wonder if I could catch forty winks…' she yawned drowsily.

'I suppose they'll be alright.' Cornelia assured Alexannah, ignoring Mia as she carefully dabbed the edge of her mouth with a laced handkerchief. 'I'm stuffed.'

'So I'm I.' Alexannah replied instantly. 'I wonder if -'

Alexannah broke off suddenly, causing both Mia and Cornelia to look up, startled, from the breakfast table. She was staring at the raven haired witch; who had, for some reason abandoned the staff table, as had three other teachers, all of whom were now walking across the house tables, seemingly handing out something to each student.

'Timetables!' Cornelia hissed fervently. 'The head of the houses distribute them on the first day… Chris told me so.'

Sure enough, five minutes later, Professor McGonagall had handed each one of the girls, a timetable specifying the schedules for the week.

'Mmm…lets see,' Alexannah said, her pale blue eyes, surveying the schedule interestedly.

'Double Charms, followed by Transfiguration…then we have lunch hour, later, we have Defence Against Dark arts and … Double Herbology.' Cornelia declared significantly, squinting at the timetable.

Mia hastily gulped the last bit of scrambled egg in anticipation.

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'Here we are!' Charlie said, glancing at the oaken door frame that led to the Charms classroom. He had gladly obliged to point the girls to their first class, when they had asked him earlier at breakfast, that day.

'Thanks, Charlie!' Mia replied, flashing him a gratifying smile. 'We owe you one.'

'No problem.' Charlie replied, winking. 'You don't want to mess up on your first day.'

Waving his hand at the anxious girls, he pulled up his bag over his shoulder and left them, staring at the door.

'Excuse me.'

Mia turned around, coming face to face with a short, bossy-looking girl with curly, long, black hair and black eyes, and a pair of round spectacles resting on the bridge of her rather long nose.

'You're blocking the way, did you know?' she said, pursing her lips, contemptuously.

This was true; the three of them had been standing right in front of the doorway, obstructing the entrance to the Charms classroom.

'We're really sorry.' Mia said, pulling a dumbstruck Alexannah and Cornelia with her into the classroom. 'We didn't mean to.'

The girl eyed her, sniffing disdainfully, before she walked into the classroom with them. Choosing a seat right in front, she sat down hurriedly, pulling out a piece of parchment, an inkwell and a long feathery quill from her school bag.

'Git!' Alexannah muttered reprovingly as she sat down beside Mia. '"You're blocking the way did you know?"' she mimicked in an uncannily high voice, muck like the bespectacled girl.

Cornelia chortled as Alexannah made a face at the girl's turned back.

'Oh! Shut up, both of you.' Mia reproved, though she was smiling.

Rolling her eyes, Alexannah leaned back comfortably on her chair.

Five minutes after they had all been seated, a very small old man came tottering into the classroom. He was so tiny, he had to stand on a pile of books to be seen.

'Good Morning!' he squeaked to the class in general, beaming at all of them. 'I am Professor Flitwick, your Charms teacher.'

'Good Morning, Professor Flitwick.' the class chanted dully.

'Yes, yes' he squeaked brightly, pulling out a fat dusty book from amidst the tottering pile of parchment and books on his table. Opening it, he scrutinized the writing before he called out, 'Alves, Peggoty'; his tiny eyes scanning the class for the said girl.

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After a very boring ten minutes or so, when Professor Flitwick had finally finished with the rather long register, he laid the fat book down on his over crowded, messy table and faced the fervent class.

'Today' he said squeakily. 'We shall start with a basic, simple charm.'

He beamed at the class as he continued, 'The Levitation Charm is a very important, though a very basic skill. It is very handy and can come in use, even in the toughest of times.'

Surveying the class mildly, he made sure everyone had been listening before he persisted.

'Can anyone tell me the use of the Levitation Charm?' he asked, squeakily.

A short hand flew into the air; it transpired to be the bossy-looking girl; Mia had met earlier that day. Flitwick gazed at her for a few polite minutes before he said happily, 'Yes, Miss Phoenix.'

The girl, nodded pretentiously and began. 'The Levitation Charm' she said, in the same, high-pitched, bossy voice that she had used to interrupt Mia and her friends, not so long ago. '-is one of the most basic charms devised by wizard-kind. It causes the object, on which it is cast, to rise and hover in mid air.'

'Very good, Miss Phoenix. Five points to Ravenclaw.' The girl sat down promptly, a supercilious smile playing on her smug face. Alexannah eyed her distastefully.

'Is it just me, or did that girl just recite the definition, word by word from our Charms text book?' Alexannah asked sordidly.

Before Cornelia or Mia could make reply, Professor Flitwick had asked them all to take out their wands.

'Now, the wand movement for the Charm – swish and flick.' He brandished his wand in mid-air, demonstrating what he had just said. 'Come on, nicely now…'

The trio imitated the action immediately; Mia found it rather easy while Alexannah seemed to be struggling.

'Stupid!' she groaned, jabbing her wand infuriately in mid air; as though she was trying to stab somebody invisible. 'I-just-can't-get-the hang-of-this!'

'Very well' Flitwick announced after fifteen minutes of near-useless swishing and flicking. 'We shall move on with the incantation. Put you wands down and repeat - Wingardium Leviosa.'

'Wingardium Leviosa.' The incantation rang through the class as the tiny professor walked amidst them.

'Make the "gar" nice and long…Wingardium Leviosa.' he reproved.

The class promptly followed his instructions.

'Now divide into group of threes and try to levitate the feather on your tables.' he said holding up a small green feather from a terrified-looking Ravenclaw's table. 'Swish and flick - Wingardium Leviosa.'

'Can I have a go?' Alexannah asked the other two, eagerly as they huddled together in front of a rather long eagle feather.

'Sure.' came the reply.

Alexannah screwed up her face in concentration; taking a deep breath she flicked her wand.

'Wingardium Leviosa.'

The result, Mia had to admit, was a bit disheartening; the feather gave a feeble twitch and fell back on the wooden table.

'It was worth a try.' she said dejectedly, making way for Mia. 'Your turn.'

Mia smiled back at her friend's fallen face. 'You'll get the hang of it, soon.' she said bracingly.

Turning to the feather, she called out loudly and clearly, 'Wingardium Leviosa'.

The feather rose smoothly into mid air, stopped at a height of about five feet and hovered above the ground.

'You did it!' Cornelia shrieked pointing frantically at the air-borne feather, completely oblivious to the fact that the whole class was staring at her. 'You did it in your first attempt!'

Alexannah was merely standing with her jaw hanging loosely; the rest of the class, had obviously, on hearing Cornelia's loud shriek, turned to the source of the commotion, their reaction, very much similar to Alexannah's.

'Excellent, Miss Bridger.' the professor squeaked, shooting a proud smile at Mia. 'Well done, indeed. Ten points to Gryffindor.'

Out of the corner of her eye, Mia noticed the pained look on the black haired girl's face.

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'Freaky!' Alexannah exclaimed affectedly as the trio rounded the long corridor, only to be greeted by another blank wall. 'ARRGH! How on earth are we going to reach our classes on time, what with blank walls and blood-status enquiring geeks and peeving ghosts!'

She threw up her hands in exasperation.

'Transfiguration is taught by that new teacher, Professor McGonagall, isn't it?' Mia asked the others, as they turned back to start afresh.

'Yeah!' Cornelia replied zealously. 'And she looked mighty strict.'

'Great!' Alexannah cried, throwing her head back. 'Just great! We'll end up in detention on our first day…'

'You shouldn't judge people by their look, you know.' Mia admonished. 'For all you might know, she might be a great teacher.'

'Even if she is' Cornelia broke in quietly. '- I doubt she'll be happy proviso we're late.'

'And how exactly are we going to explain that to her?' Alexannah snapped back, irately. ' "Oh, Professor McGonagall … We're really sorry we're late. See, we were stupid enough to get held up by Rivers Phoenix, a Ravenclaw geek who decided that Mia's blood-status was really important, and by the time she let go of us, everyone else had already gone. And so we decided to try and find our way on our own and ran into some freaky ghost who decided it was fun to throw inkwells at lost first years and then - '

'Save your breath.' Mia interrupted quietly. 'There's the door.'

Alexannah shut up instantaneously, turning pale, while Cornelia was staring at the door as though it might eat her.

Realising that it was unlikely that her friends were ever going to move, Mia wrenched them by the sleeves of their robes, pulling them up to the door.

'No!' Alexannah squeaked frantically, finally having found her voice after the initial paralysis of vocal chords.

'We can't stay outside!' Mia persisted. 'Come on!' she cried, grabbing hold of Cornelia's sleeve as she began to back away.

Mia slowly pushed the door to reveal a large, airy classroom with some rather complicated- looking diagrams pasted neatly on the walls and small animals and birds in cages at the back. In fact, Mia didn't even realise there were people in the class, until the Transfiguration teacher's voice cut sharply through her.

'Miss Bridger?'

Mia snapped out of her contemplation, only to realize that the whole class was staring at her; including (he stomach gave an unpleasant jolt) a group of rather nasty looking Slytherins. Alexannah and Cornelia had emerged timidly from behind her; as though, they were using her as a shield to protect themselves from the scorching sneers that the some of the Slytherins were sending their way.

'Will you please explain yourselves, all three of you?' Professor McGonagall asked them, sternly.

'We got lost.' Mia said shortly, apprehending that Alexannah and Cornelia would not speak. She hadn't the faintest inclination to explain what had actually happened in front of twenty eagerly listening classmates, much worse, the Slytherins.

The teacher sighed, apparently exasperated. She didn't however ask them how they got lost (for which Mia was thankful), but instead asked them to sit down; though, not before informing them that lateness would not be tolerated in her class again.

'Meet me after class!' she said curtly, turning her back on them.

Mia nodded shamefacedly as she sat next to Cornelia, pulling out her quill and parchment to take down the notes that had been written on the blackboard.

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Evidently, the three of them had missed much of what Professor McGonagall had told the class earlier on; however they did manage not to miss the main part of their lesson; where they were supposed to be turning a match into a needle. Having copied down the supposedly 'complicated' notes, Mia, Cornelia and Alexannah turned to face Professor McGonagall.

Mia was, like last night, letting her attention linger around the room. She was rather bored by what the Professor was telling the class because somehow, deep down inside, she felt as though she had heard every word of what McGonagall was saying, somewhere before…

'Sounds mighty complicated, huh?' Cornelia said, picking up the match and examining it closely.

'Yeah, I suppose...' Mia replied vaguely.

'Wanna have a go?' Alexannah asked, oddly furtive; pushing her towards the match.

'Sure!' Mia replied unenthusiastically; lazily flicking her wand at the match stick.

'AAAHHH!'

The match had turned silvery and pointy with a perfect hole on top. Alexannah picked it up and opened her mouth to speak. Apparently, she was lost for words because all she could manage was 'Holy Merlin!'.

'You … you did it!' Cornelia faltered, completely blown. 'Omigosh! How do you…You're so totally amazing.'

'So what?' Mia said, feeling herself go red. She hadn't meant to show off or anything.

She knew how to do it, so, big deal…

Cornelia, however, wasn't satisfied by this.

'Professor!,' she called out in a loud, carrying voice, flourishing the needle in mid air for her teacher to see. 'Mia's done it! She did it!'

The first strange thing that Mia should have noticed was that Professor McGonagall didn't seem to be surprised at all; but then Mia had been to busy returning the ugly glares the Slytherins had been giving her because she had won a ten-point bonus for Gryffindor, to pay attention to anything else.

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'That was rather impressive, huh?' Alexannah asked, as the trio jammed their inkwells, quills and parchments into their already stuffed backpacks.

'Too bad we missed the first half.' Cornelia muttered longingly. 'Cindy Miller told me, McGonagall had transfigured the table into a pig at the beginning of the lesson, you know, to give us a fair idea of what transfiguration is. Really, a pity. I must say, McGonagall is a super teacher, what say Mia?'

'Didn't I say that before we even got here?' Mia returned chidingly at them.

'Yeah, well…' Alexannah admitted sheepishly. 'I would really like to see her transfigure the table into a pig. I mean, my mom's a Healer, so she's more into Potions and stuff…'

'I could show if you want to see it so badly.' Mia said unconscientiously.

'Huh?' Alexannah snapped out of her reverie. 'Of course you couldn't. That's really advanced; it's seventh year stuff. I know you're brilliant and all, Mia, and no offence, but that's really complex.' she finished, slightly apologetic.

'But I can do it!' Mia insisted.

'Really?' Cornelia piped up excitedly. 'Can you show us now?'

Glancing at her eager face, Mia heaved a sigh. 'I can show you any old time.' she said. 'I think we really should get to lunch for now– '

'Well, well, well…'

Mia sighed dolefully. As if wasn't enough that she had been cornered by Rivers Phoenix, the nerdy Ravenclaw, after Charms, to go through a full-scale questioning of her blood status; now she had to be cornered by none other than Dolores Jane Umbridge.

She glanced wistfully at the door, half-hoping Professor McGonagall would appear through it and get rid of Umbridge for her. But she knew, that it was more likely not; McGonagall had been dragged out by a certain Professor Sprout to see the Headmaster, five minutes prior to the lesson's end.

Consequently, Alexannah, Cornelia and Mia had narrowly escaped seeing her after class; she had expressly given them permission to go down to lunch, before she had left.

'Move over, Dolores' Alexannah snapped at her.

'Tut, tut' Dolores said, in the same annoyingly sweet manner that made Mia's blood boil. 'Little Miss Bridger needs two bodyguards to speak for her…'

'-whereas you have enough bulk than all three of us put together.' Cornelia intervened swiftly.

'Nobody asked your opinion, Mud-'

'Watch your mouth' Mia retorted through gritted teeth, in a dangerously, low voice.

Dolores ignored her; instead she turned to address Alexannah who was, likewise looking as though she would have liked to hit Umbridge.

'I couldn't help overhearing-' she began, simpering.

'Bet you could.' Cornelia mumbled.

Dolores didn't reply; partly because Alexannah looked as though she might crack any minute, and partly because Mia was still glowering at her.

'-but you seemed to have missed the start of the lesson; and because Mia here, so kindly agreed to demonstrate what Professor McGonagall had shown us earlier, I thought I would very much like to see it again as well.' she concluded in, what all three of them considered a horribly honeyed voice.

'Well-' Mia retorted irritably. '- the fact remains that I do not exist solely for the purpose of your entertainment, Dolores.'

'Ah!' Dolores said triumphantly, pointing a stubby finger at Mia's flat chest. 'But perhaps, you don't know…' she said, leering.

Mia shot Dolores a very nasty glare; before turning to Alexannah and Cornelia, both of whom looked like they would very much like to see Mia transfigure the table into a pig.

'Fine!' she huffed, exasperated at their annoying behavior.

Plunging her hand into her robes, she withdrew her wand and concentrated on the small oaken desk in front of her. She took a deep breath, and then flicked her wand lazily.

'ARRGH!'

The desk had, indisputably, turned into a (rather handsome) pig; what was more (Mia thought, grinning to herself) was that the pig seemed to have taken an inexplicable fancy to Dolores and was now sniffing, politely interested at the hem of her black robes.

'GET THE BEAST OFF ME!!!' she shrieked hysterically, not daring to move.

Mia would have very much liked to leave the pig with Dolores all day and watch her struggle; she knew that it was unlikely the creature would do much harm, anyways.

However, Professor McGonagall, she thought, might not take too kindly to seeing a hysterical first-year and a grunting pig in her classroom, especially after she had just returned from an eleven year teaching break.

Unfortunately for Mia; just as she had resolved to untransfigure the table, the door slid open and a beautiful, young witch clad in deep magenta entered the room. She had silvery blonde hair and was rather tall; unlike Professor Sprout who was short and dumpy.

'What-' she faltered, her gaze lingering over Mia, Cornelia, Alexannah and finally, the shrieking Dolores and the pig. 'Never-I-all my time-Hogwarts-Merlin' name-'

Apparently, the witch was so shocked; she could barely speak, for all that she could manage ere disjointed words.

'Never-imagined-first years-how did you-Explain yourselves!' she said finally having found her voice.

'Please, Professor-' Alexannah began; but Mia cut her off.

'I transfigured the table into a pig, Professor' Mia said firmly. 'Cornelia, Alexannah and I missed the beginning of the lesson; where Professor McGonagall transfigured the table and Alexannah and Cornelia wanted to see; so told them I'd…show them later or something-'

'But Professor' Cornelia squeaked, from somewhere near Mia's elbow. 'Dolores insisted she do it-'

The witch had raised her hand to silence her; she had resumed sputtering again.

'Wait till-Minerva-first years-absolute-HOLY MERLIN!' she gasped, pulling out her own wand and flicking it the pig near Umbridge, who was by now moaning timidly, cowering against the wall. It instantly turned into a seemingly harmless desk.

'You transfigured it yourself?' she asked disbelievingly, staring at Mia in part shock and scepticism.

Mia nodded uncomfortably as the witch's jaw drooped; she was evidently too stunned to speak.

'To lunch!' she faltered alarmingly . 'All four of you!'

Mia didn't dare disobey; flinging her backpack over her shoulder, she walked out of the Transfiguration classroom.

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The news that a first year had managed to transfigure a table into a pig; that too, on her first day at Hogwarts, had reached the Great Hall, even before Mia and the others had set foot into it.

Heaving her bag down, she'd barely sat down at the Gryffindor table when everyone around her started talking all at once.

'Did you really do it?' Cindy Miller, a fellow first year asked, craning her neck to get a better look at Mia.

'Yeah-' Mia began, thoroughly aggravated. What was the point in asking, if you already knew the answer?

'Did you study transfiguration at home?' First-year Gryffindor, Peterson Wood queried curiously.

'Huh?' Mia mumbled dumbly, totally confused.

'Who are you're parents?' A tall girl with black pigtails called out.

'I-' she hadn't actually thought of what to say; any topic that involved her past seemed to make her insides boil with frustration, anger and exasperation all at once. The Gryffindors however didn't seem to realise this; they continued raining her with questions, without even waiting for the answers.

'Are you a pure blood?' Adrian wondered aloud.

'Please-' Mia cried, but nobody heard her over the clamour.

'Bet you're parents are really good!' A stout boy with dreadlocks, leaned back from the Ravenclaw table to get a good look at her.

'I really –'

'Bet they're famous!' someone else said avidly.

'No-' Mia was starting to get desperate; but no one was listening to her.

'When did they start teaching you?'

'Listen-'

'How long have they been teaching you?'

'JUST LISTEN TO ME!'

Mia's self-restraint had cracked; she had shouted so loudly; everyone in the Great Hall had turned to stare at her, the staff included, but she didn't care, she just didn't care; she had had enough for one day.

'I DON'T KNOW WHO MY PARENTS ARE, SO JUST DROP IT, OKAY?' she yelled furiously, feeling hot tears burn in her eyes.

Glaring at their shocked faces, she forcefully grabbed her school bag and stormed out of the Great Hall into the glorious sunshine outside.

A/N: How is the chappie? I really like it now…I know it's quite long but I don't remember ever being angry with an author for posting a longer chapter than intended, so there you are!

By the way, lady clark of books, any guesses as to what happens next ??? (I look forward to your answers; they never fail to amuse me ;)

There are some requests I'd like to make to the reviewers; please try not to put up anonymous reviews; I really like to reply to your questions, but I can't if you don't sign it.

(If you don't have an account, then it's ok) I also like to find out more about my readers and for all those who have reviewed, I've already read their profile pages.

Second, see I need a little help. I'm a newbie here, and I want to know the meanings of the following words:

Beta

XOXO

TBC

au's (specially this one)

I really have no idea (and I've come across these loads of times) what they mean so I'll be really grateful if you can help me.

Third, I thought it'd be interesting if you knew how Mia's story actually came around; but only if you want to hear about it (I don't wanna bore you); so if you do, please review and let me know. I'll put up short bits at the end of every chapter.

Fourth, anyone looking for a good read; I'd recommend the following stories-

This is Wrapping Up Quite Nicely (Romantic comedy, MMAD, totally hilarious)

Am I going MMAD? (Some good mystery, drama and stuff, MMAD, really a good read,)

The Sound of Silence (Minerva's life story; MMAD, not paired, perfect)

It is our choices (Snape survives after DH; so what happens if Harry and he meet after 19 years?, SSHP, not paired, must-read)

Well, that's all folks! See ya!

Up next – Mia makes a new friend.

- From a very exhausted little Lee, whose brain is fried by studying all day!