Hey again People! Yes, that's right, you guys are so awesome that people deserved a capital P. And you are awesome if you've waited all this time for me to update this.

But, you know, I was in Les Miserables Schools Edition (the guy who carries a suitcase into Thenardier's inn, Jean Prouvaire's little sister who doesn't exist in any other versions of the story, a beggar, a worker and a prostitute), then I was in this other show with some of the same people (we actually wrote this one ourselves), then I went to Cornwall, then London, then back to Cornwall, then I had school, and then it was now.

Or you could just skip the last paragraph and know that I was excessively busy. Your choice.

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Chapter 10- Potions

It was pretty hard finding your way around Hogwarts, even if you'd lived there most of your life like Mati had. There were wizard-god-knows-how-many staircases, even more corridors and hundreds of classrooms and other doors that led to other corridors. Thankfully, one class they managed to find alright was potions. Or, rather, they got to the dungeons quickly enough, but then couldn't find the actual room.

"And now I know why none of us are in Hufflepuff," panted Ron as they finally dashed into the right room.

"Correct, Mr Weasley. It would appear that you are late for class," came a voice from the front of the room. The trio looked up and saw that Professor Snape, the potions master. "And, of course, Mr and Miss Potter... Our new... celebrities... Twenty points from Gryffindor for your tardiness."

Potions was one lesson none of them enjoyed. Snape separated the three of them as a further punishment for being late. Harry was positioned next to Seamus Finnegan, a fellow Gryffindor who seemed to be in the habit of making things explode, Ron was placed next to Hermione Granger, right at the front, and Mati, worst of all, had been seated next to Malfoy.

Twenty minutes and fifteen house points (nine for them not knowing random facts, one from Hermione for being an insufferable know-it-all and another five from Mati for "accidentally" hexing Malfoy's hands to the desk), every Gryffindor hated Snape, while all the Slytherins adored him.

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"He hates us, doesn't he?" asked Harry as they left class.

"Yeah. I don't know what it is, but for some reason, if he's just kind of glancing in my general direction, he doesn't seem to mind as much, but when he actually looks at me, he completely hates me," replied Mati.

"How do you even notice this stuff?" commented Ron.

"I've lived with this guy for the best part of ten years. You tend to notice stuff like that after a while. It hasn't really happened since the sorting, but that's because I was put into Gryffindor."

"Either way, I don't like him."

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A very shortened version of their first potions lesson, but I can't remember exactly what happened. Oh, and I forgot to mention, the new pen name is my nickname from Les Mis. We got kinda bored one day, and I became Cedric (as in, Diggory) James (as in, Potter) Watson (as in, Dr John Watson). My friend became Enjolras (as in, the student leader in Les Mis) Holmes (as in, Sherlock). Which led to a rather interesting conversation...

Holmes-Watson, Watson, what is the date today, Watson?

Watson-'Tis the 29th July, I believe, Holmes.

Holmes- Then That can only mean one thing...

Watson-What?

Holmes-Tomorrow is the last day of July!

Watson-...No it's not...

Holmes-Damn!

Well, that was totally irrelevant, but I felt like telling you guys about it.