Allison's first class of the day consisted of both Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. Of course Sawyer was there, and Olivia would be too, had she not been a year younger than them. The class came and went, slower than Allison had thought. Being History of Magic, Allison resorted to scrawling messy doodles on a spare piece of parchment.

The ink flew across the faded paper and the boy sitting next to her, Sawyer, looked over at Allison in awe. "Hey, Allison!" He whisper-yelled, uncaring of the teacher's drawl about the first act of impeachment in the Ministry of Magic. "That's pretty good, y'know?" He gave her a big grin, as they continued to converse in class.

After History of Magic was Flying courses with Slytherins. Allison wasn't too keen on heights, but she still chose the class as a means of transportation, being too young to apparate. "Up!" She commanded to broom, which swiftly flew into her hand. Not all the students got it so swiftly, however. Snape was still one with the broom wrestling on the ground.

They stood there for a couple of minutes, and when Snape finally got the broom he went to quietly apologise. He looked down as he could hear the taunting jeers of James and his cronies, and looked farther away when Allison attempted to meet his gaze.

She huffed, stubborn, as she too faced the other way. If he didn't want her sympathy, then he wouldn't get it.

A/N: Agh, sorry for my absence, and for this painfully short chapter. I'm recovering from a writer's block. Poor excuse, I know, but bear with me.