After about about 4 days, Mira, Harry, Ron, and Hermione , were comfortable enough with eachother to walk to classes and joke around. Hermione would let Mira call her 'Mione and the twins would call Mirabella fuzzball, because of her hair. She didn't mind however. They were off to Potions now, and Mira could hardly wait. The last Potions class was cancled, because Sanpe had 'buissness' to attened to. Mira was still suspiousios that he knew something, but she shoved the thought to the back of her mind. Nothing could spoil her mood.

Snape however, was as cranky as ever. He had to talk to the Narssica Malfoy soon. She was one of the more quiet Deatheaters, and sister of Bellatrix LeStrange. If Mirabella was indeed involved with the Dark Lord, the Malfoys would know. But, today he had another class to teach, and he was least thrilled it was all houses, 5th years. He stormed into the classroom from his office, and walked up to the front. He eyed the students, and looked at the brown haired, blue eyed one in the 5th row, next to Ron Weasley. He sneered at her for a split second and she smiled back.

"Everyone take out your books and turn to page 56. Read and take notes. I will collect them at the end of the class. Well, what are you waiting for? Begin!"

Mirabella flipped through the book looking at the weird pictures. She always had prefered looking at picture books then reading actual ones. She caught a glimps of a picture of a person with a huge head. The potion was for shrinking things. She snickered to herself. Suddenly the pages snapped to page 56 and she looked up to see a angered Snape. Mira felt a smile grow on her lips. Oh this would turn out to be her favorite class. After all, she only acted up in DADA. She picked up the book and replaced it with her feet. They were her ever so worn out combat boots that she had managed to save the night she arrived at Hogwarts. She put the book in her lap and scribbed on a piece of parchment to Ron:

What are we even suppose to be taking notes on! This is a recipe book!

He looked at it and scribbed:

How am I suppose to know, your going to get us in trouble if you keep this up!

Mira scribbled back:

Come on! Fluffy can't be that bad! Let loose, have some fun!

Who is fluffy?

Have you ever looked at Snapes hair! You have known him longer than me and you have never noticed! It's extremly fluffy for a man. Therefore I call him Proffesor Fluffy!

Ron was just about to write back when they heard a throut clear.

"What is so important, that it must be past secretly back an forth my class."

Mira was now aware that everyone, including Snape was looking at them. Ron went almost as red as his hair, and was looking at her with decided that if she was going to get in trouble, she would do it in style.

"Well, Proffesor, would you like me to read you our conversation."

"Thats a brilliant,'' he said with pure haterid and a masked expression,"idea Ms. Felix."

Mirabella cleared her throut and stood up in her chair. She already couldn't wait for the detention she would recieve.

"Well first I passed the note to Ron and wrote:What are we even suppose to be taking notes on! This is a recipe book! Then he replied with I dont know , you're going to get me in trouble. At this point I'm really bored, just so you know. Well anyway I continued to right: Oh common! Fluffy won't know! And really has anyone ever noticed that your hair is rather fluffy for a guy. Well anyway I explained to him my given me to you and then you asked what I was doing."

Everyone just starred at her for a moment then started laughing. It was brilliant! Even Harry and Hermione joined in. Mira even caught sight of the blond boy laughing, wich she still needed to know the name of. She herself was toppled over laughing her butt off, when she felt a firm grip in her hair, wich made stand up and walk, because of the pain. Snape yelled back,

"Class desmised!"

Harry was the first out of the classroom. Mira's joke did help him take his mind off of things, but he still needed to write to Sirius. He wrote a letter, about Umbridge and all the dreams he had been having. As soon as he walked out of the Owlerey, he noticed something. He saw Luna Lovegood walk into a a wooded area. He felt good around Luna. They were both diffrent in a weird way, and it was easy for him to forget things around her. He caught up with her. She was feeding those weird horse things only they could see. Before she even turned around she said,

"Hello, Harry Potter."

"Um, Luna, what are these?"

"There Pestros. There very sweet and kind, but people usually avoid them because...their diffrent."

"Why couldn't the others see them?"

"They can only be seen by those who have seen death."

"So you've seen death."

"Yes, my mom died when I was nine. She was a very good witch; loved to expiriment, but one day, her expiriment went wrong."

"I'm so sorry."

"It's ok. Oh, by the way, both my dad and I believe you. About You-Know- Who, and that he's back."

"Thank you."

Harry and Luna talked for awhile and HArry enjoyed the peace she left him with.

Back in the dungeons, things weren't going at all as planned. Mira and Snape had been glaring at eachother for only a minute. She still heard the others leaving the class. She couldn't take it anymore. That was one thing she hated the most. People starring.

"Why are you starring! It's driving me insane!"

"Good."

"Ugh you annoy me."

"Well you did insult me infont of my whole class."

"can I leave."

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"Common."

"No."

''It wasn't that ba-"

"SILENCE. Now you are going to be serving detentions ever wensday at 10 o'clock in my office."

Mira sighed to herself. Great she was tired in with this idiot till goodness knows when. She leaned back in her chair and tryied to ignore his starring. Snape turned away, and to his paper, and she thought she heard him wisper, " Just like your mother you are."

A/N: Hey, I hope you guys liked it :) don't worry, theres more coming.