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**Next chapter will be up either Friday or Saturday!


Clara and her friends walked together to breakfast. They would occasionally talk about the professors, classes, and students while on their way.

"I haven't met Malfoy in person, but Ron told me he was a complete git" Ginny said.

"I just don't understand all these people who are obsessed with only having 'pure bloods' in Hogwarts," Clara pointed out.

Clara noticed that John was not stating his opinion in this matter, she nudged his arm. "Earth to Smith. Hello?"

John shook his head wildly, "Sorry, sorry," he grumbled.

"Anyway, purebloods aren't always better at magic than Muggles anyway," Ginny said, "look at Hermione for example."

Clara curled her hair with her finger, " She is good at magic, but she is a bit stubborn and overly proud of herself…" Clara said carefully. She knew that Ginny's brother was good friends with Hermione.

Jon huffed out, "You think?"

Ginny looked a little crestfallen, but continued anyway. She probably didn't have any other friends besides Clara and John. Clara felt genuinely bad for her.

"Anyway," Clara said hurriedly, "what do you think of Snape?"

John said 'interesting' while Ginny said 'scary'. Clara had to lean toward Ginny's view.

They walked into the Great Hall, which hat students milling about. The teachers upfront watched carefully. Clara caught Snape staring at Clara's direction, he quickly looked away.

The trio sat down near Harry and his friends. Hermione sat across from Clara, and she seemed a bit miffed to be in John's presence.

"Hello," Hermione said coldly.

John simply willed pancakes with blueberries to appear. "Oh, um, hello," he said quickly.

Clara knew she had to save this situation. She turned toward Hermione. "Look," Clara started, "even if John doesn't show it, he is truly sorry for what he did the other night,"

"Well, maybe if he actually were, he could tell me himself!" Hermione snapped.

Clara slapped John's arm, "go on!"

"Fine," John grumbled, "I'm sorry for protecting myself against your hex and then embarrassing you," he said.

Clara rolled her eyes. She punched him in the arm.

"Ow!" John said, "what was that for?" Clara nudged her head in Hermione's direction.

Hermione crossed her arms. Ron was tensing in his seat, while Harry looked like he was getting ready to run.

"Ok, ok," John looked straight into Hermione's eyes, which seemed to startle her, "I am sorry for showing off and embarrassing you in front ig the Gryffindor House."

Hermione exhaled, "Thank you. Now can we get on with breakfast?"

Everybody relaxed.

Harry and his friends ended up walking with Clara and her mates back to the common room to get their books. Clara didn't want to be late, so she quickly got her things, and exited the dorm. She wasn't watching where she was going and bumped into Harry.

"Sorry," Clara replied quickly.

Harry shrugged, "It's fine."

Clara blushed, "No really, I'm sorry. It's my third day and I already bumped into the Boy Who Lived."

"Don't call me that," Harry said, but he said it in a kind tone, "I'm just Harry."

"Ok," Clara glanced at the boy's dorm room door, looking for John to exit. "I haven't really gotten the chance to talk to you."

Harry smiled, "Maybe we can all go for a walk or something one day. Before you know, the weather gets cold."

"That would be lovely," Clara said, but she felt a little sad. She had walked in parks and on sidewalks with someone else too… Her mum maybe? No. His name was...Danny.

"Danny," she said in a whisper.

Harry looked at her quizzically, "Danny who?"

Clara forced a smile, "Just one of my best mates," I think she thought. "He's a Muggle," she forced herself to say, but she knew that the truth was much sadder.

Harry tensed, "Your boyfriend?"

Clara laughed nervously, "No! I'm eleven! Also, I think that twelve is a bit young to get a girlfriend as well," she said jokingly.

Harry blushed a deep red, "That's-that's not what I meant," he said quickly.

Clara patted his shoulder, laughing. "Don't worry mate, I'm just messing with you. Ok?"

At that moment, John came out, with only his regular class books. Maybe it took him a long time to find them? Clara didn't know.

"Transfiguration," he asked Clara.

"Yeah,"

Harry grinned, "McGonagall is pretty good teacher, she's strict though."

John simply shrugged.

Hermione then came out, struggling with the amount of books in her arms. She glared at Harry.

"Where is Ron?" She asked, then books came tumbling out if her grasp, "well? Help!"

Clara and John took this as their cue to leave, and hoped to not be late for transfiguration.

Transfiguration this class was the same as the last's. They worked on turning the matchbox into a needle. Once again, John made the matchbox into an animal, but this time it was a black, fluffy, puppy.

"Smith!" McGonagall chided, "no more live animals!"

John pouted, but argued back to the professor that he couldn't turn the puppy (Adric) back into a needle because he was alive. How John knew the gender of the puppy, Clara had no idea. She wasn't sure she wanted to know either.

"Very well," McGonagall began, "we will bring-"

"Adric," John interjected.

"-Adric to Hagrid."

John seemed happy with this, and promised to not turn any more needles into animals.

The class ended, and Clara was dreading the rest of the day. She had potions, (she hated it because of Snape) herbology, and then history. Clara was lucky that she only had three to four classes per day, but she knew that once she got to later grades, she would have more options, and more work.

Clara walked out of transfiguration and started toward potions class. She wondered if John would create another scene today. Probably, she thought.

John was lingering behind her, and Clara stopped to wait for him.

John looked up at her. "Do up you ever get the feeling that the world is wrong?" He asked.

The question surprised Clara, but she had to admit, some things just didn't add up in her life… Clara simply nodded. John nodded back, and they continued on their way to class.