Lessons continued in the same manner as they had always done, however now I was beginning to notice a sizeable difference. For one, I was being given almost double the work as everyone else. For another, I was also being moved onto more complicate spells ahead of the class even from day one. "It's not fair!" I fumed, throwing down my books after receiving lengthy lists of homework which I had to finish by next week. "I mention one time I don't pay attention in class because I'm bored, and it's like the teachers are now making me eat my words!"

"What a shame, how terrible for you." Fred drawled, grinning wryly as George wore an identical expression.

"Come on Mia, it's not like you can't manage all this. You could probably do it all with your eyes closed and do ours to boot." Sneering at them mockingly, I waved my wand and my quill immediately picked itself up, dipped the tip in ink then began to write out my transfiguration homework, leaving me free to begin other important research in order to complete other tasks.

"Very funny, but remember. For all the time I'm busy, I can't help you with your homework, which means no spellchecking, no corrections, nothing. You'll be on your own." That quickly wiped the smug looks off their faces and they hurried to offer me their assistance, such as fetching me more ink or my books, parading around like a couple of servants as they ran back and forth to bring me things in a mock display of chivalry. It at least put me in a better mood, and after a while I allowed myself a small break to rest my eyes from the parchment and ink, rubbing them tiredly.

"So, are you going to try out for the team again this year?"

"I think I will, hopefully I'll make first cut this year." I said hopefully, thinking about the quidditch pitch and how abysmally we'd lost last year. "If the teachers would just lay off me, that would be a huge help."

"Hey, it was your big mouth who got you into this mess." Fred told me unhelpfully so I jinxed his face so that his nose was upside down and refused to fix it for a good hour or so, allowing the rest of us to have a decent laugh before I put it right. The first week back was fairly normal, though I'd completely fallen in love with Care of Magical Creatures and had already completed this year's course syllabus and was looking into next year's creatures out of curiosity. Come Friday, however, bad news came in the Daily Prophet as word spread that Gringotts Bank had been broken into.

"Blimey, and here I thought we would be the first ones to get away with it." George breathed, the three of us reading from the same newspaper as I held it and the twins leaned over my shoulder. "So they didn't find anyone?"

"No, no one at all. I'll bet the goblins aren't happy, luckily the vault had been emptied that day. If anything really was successfully stolen from Gringotts, everyone would be in a rush to rescue their treasures." I mused before folding the paper and putting it aside, reaching out for some sausages in order to dice them up and fed them piece by piece to Orion who was perched on my shoulder and nibbling on my ear expectantly. He had just brought me my morning post from mum and dad, asking me how my first week was and if I was behaving.

Of course I'd tell them things were going well and complain about the workload, but I'd keep my secret antics to myself. After all, the Night Owl had struck for the first time this year just last night. I'd charmed the entire second floor corridor so that whenever you walked through, your voice would shoot up several octaves or down at random, making for an entertaining walk. I'd also thrown in a strong cheering charm in places to make people burst into fits of laughter. It was a right riot, and slap bang in the middle of the corridor was the flying owl which soared overhead, hooting softly.

It was tasked to Professor Flitwick to get rid of my work, though I heard him saying rather loudly that the charms themselves were wonderfully done and if he knew which student it was who'd done it, he would probably award house points. Satisfied with the silent praise, I went about in high spirits. Come next week, the incident with Gringotts was all but forgotten as Oliver Wood, captain of the quidditch team, came over to us with a rather disturbing grin on his face. "Have you heard?" Not even pausing for a moment for us to answer, Wood just ploughed on. "Harry Potter, the Harry Potter, is joining our team as our newest Seeker. McGonagall brought him in specially, saw him flying for the first time and said he was a natural."

"What? The Harry Potter? Are you sure it's not a different Harry Potter?" George asked with a roll of his eyes, but I could see that both of them were eager and excited by the news.

"You'll try out for chaser again this year, won't you Mia?" Wood turned to me and I was pleasantly surprised by the invitation, so I promised him I would be there for try-outs. I was surprised that they were allowing a first year to join the team, but then, that simply had to say just how good the boy was. He's so small though, like a gust of wind would knock him over. What was he going to do in the air with the stronger winds and a couple of bludgers and nasty opponents trying to knock him off his broom?

"What do you think Mia?"

"What do I think about what?"

"Potter, obviously." I shrugged, having no real opinion of it either way. We all headed into the hall and I noticed the twins both scanning for Harry and they immediately spotted him with their brother, so hurried on over in order to talk to him. "Well done, Wood told us. We're on the team too, beaters." George said to Harry, whose wide green eyes looked rather alarmed and overwhelmed by it all.

"I tell you, we're going to win that Quidditch Cup for sure this year." Fred informed us all confidently, George nodding in agreement. "We haven't won since Charlie left, but this year's team is going to be brilliant. You must be good, Harry, Wood was almost skipping when he told us."

"There was definitely a spring in his step." I agreed musically. "He'll be singing next." The three of us grinned before George made our excuses, telling Harry and Ron that we had to go because Lee reckoned he'd found a new secret passageway.

"Bet it's that one behind the statue of Gregory the Smarmy that we found in our first week. See you." And so we were off, and I was rather looking forward to this year's quidditch season. Either as a team player or a spectator, things would be nothing short of interesting.