"Jasmine, are you ready?" Narcissa called upstairs to her daughter. It was September third and if they didn't hurry, they'd be late to the train station,

Jazz came down the stairs in a light blue shirt with the words 'It's cute how you think I'm listening' written in dark blue writing, a pair of blue jean shorts, and a pair of blue flip flops. Her hair was up in a ponytail. She had been depressed at the beginning of the summer, but after getting to know her brother's nicer side, she began to feel better. "I'm ready mum." Jazz smiled.

"You look so beautiful." Narcissa said, putting a piece of stray hair behind Jazz's ear. "You look like you are an actual Malfoy."

"Are you ladies ready yet?" Draco asked. He was excited to get to school because it was his fifth year and he was a Prefect.

Jazz rolled her eyes, "Yeah, we're ready."

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"Jazz!" Katie shrieked. She ran over to Jazz and gave her a huge hug.

"Uh...Katie...oxygen...becoming...an issue." Jazz rasped.

Katie let go of her and looked her in the eyes, "How are you?"

Jazz shrugged, "Better than I was at the end of May."

Katie smiled sadly, "I'm sorry. But, at least you won't see him at all this year...unless you read the Quidditch magazines."

Jazz raised an eyebrow as they boarded the train and found a compartment, "What do you mean?"

Katie looked shocked, "You mean...you don't know?"

"Know what?" the compartment door opened, revealing George, Fred, Angelina, Lee, and Alicia. It was George who spoke.

"She doesn't know about Oliver." Katie explained.

Fred's eyes widened and he looked at Jazz, "You don't?"

"What about Oliver?" Jazz asked, she was getting impatient.

Alicia reached into her back and threw an issue of Quidditch Monthly at Jazz, "Flip to page ten."

Jazz did and her eyes widened. On the page was an article about the newest player on the Scottish International Quidditch Team...Oliver Wood. The magazine dropped, "Draco gets this. Why didn't he tell me?"

"If Draco was put in the situation, would you tell him?" Angelina asked.

"Well...no..."

"Then why would he?" Lee said.

Jazz sighed, defeated, "Fine, you win."

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The Sorting had just ended and Dumbledore was getting ready to make a speech. Jazz noticed someone was missing from the teacher's table. "Guys," she started, "Where's Madam Hooch?"

George shrugged, "No telling."

"Welcome back to our returning students and welcome to our first years." Dumbledore began. "This year, I regret to inform you that Madam Hooch has quit teaching in order to look after her sick mother." There were some whispers about who was going to teach flying now. "However, flying has not been canceled. We have gotten a new teacher." As if on cue, the doors to the Great Hall opened and everyone looked over. Making his way up to the table, was a guy who was six foot two and had short, some-what spiked brown hair. He sat at the table in between Professor McGonagall and Hagrid. Dumbledore smiled at all the shocked students, "Everyone, please welcome Professor Oliver Wood."

Jazz nearly choked on her pumpkin juice, "What?"

"Oliver's going to be a teacher here..." Katie said slowly.

"My year has gone to hell." Jazz said..