"Draco! We have Potions together!" Meg exclaimed as she entered the classroom. She sat beside her friend, her books prepared before her. She then spied some Gryfindors who she recognized as Harry, Ron and Hermonie. Meg waved excitedly, anxious to start her first class.
"What are you doing? Stop waving!"
"Why, Draco?"
"They're Mudblood loving scum, that's why."
"Oh. Hey, kinda gloomy place for a classroom, huh?" Meg asked. She was too anxious to be concerned as to what the hell a Mudblood was.
A man with sleek black hair and a matching long robe glided to the middle of the floor. "Students, welcome, again, to another year of potions. You have your supplies, I presume?" His tone was very drab. "Your first homework assignment will be to read chapters one through four in your textbooks and tomorrow you will be tested."
"Already?" Draco moaned under his breath.
Meg didn't reply. She was taking notes.
Professor Snape left them to some classwork. He then called Meg up to his desk. Meg swallowed and strode up, acting as normal as possible. Did they know? Already?
"Meg, as I have been informed, you are a new student here. And, as you may or not be able to tell, I do not care. You are a student here now and will carry on the responsibilities necessary. Understood?"
"Of course."
"If you do not understand the material we are covering, as, for example, they did not teach you the same information in your old school, you are to ask a fellow classmate or myself. Understood?"
"Yep."
"Do not 'yep' me! You are to answer 'yes, professor' or 'yes, sir'!" Snape snapped.
"Yes, Professor." Meg said.
"Good. Now go do your work."
Meg walked down the aisle, smiled at Hermonie, and sat next to Draco.
"I don't like him." Meg said.
"He treats his own good. He's just tough, that's all."
Meg pondered. "I still don't like him."