After the extremely short trip down the stairs (and I had slid down the railing) I reached an empty common room.
Empty. Great.
Except for one person: none other than the Bun Lady, aka McGonagall.
"Nice of you to wake up, Miss Evans," she said, without looking up from her book. She must have some weird magic mirror working for her.
"It's Lily. And you're welcome." I sat on an armchair on the other side of the room from her.
"You've missed your first lesson."
"What?!"
"Transfiguration. Potions, your second lesson with Professor Behrens, is going on right now. Actually, it has been just a few minutes."
"No way, Jose." I had skipped my first two classes on the first day? Just great. Who made up the rule that you had classes the second day you were here? I'd like to get my hands on them.
"You are not to call me hoe-zay!" She finally looked up at me, anger in her eyes. I was used to the look and ignored it.
"It's an expression. Well, gotta run. What time is lunch?" I headed towards the portrait hole.
"Not in those clothes, you're not."
"What're you talking about? They're brand new!"
"That's alright, but you have to wear your robes. I know you own some."
"What? That's not fair." I turned back around and headed up the stairs again, muttering, "Stupid school, makes me wear a burning robe."
Finally, after coming back down wearing the robe, Bun Lady made me go back and grab the book bag I had bought and fill it with my books and wand and parchment and quills (which she didn't know had ball point pens hidden in the stick part).
By the time I was ready to her approval, lunch was about to start. Maybe I could blame skipping class on her...
I couldn't. So I just threw the bag on the floor of the common room and went to the Great Hall for lunch.
Empty. Great.
Except for one person: none other than the Bun Lady, aka McGonagall.
"Nice of you to wake up, Miss Evans," she said, without looking up from her book. She must have some weird magic mirror working for her.
"It's Lily. And you're welcome." I sat on an armchair on the other side of the room from her.
"You've missed your first lesson."
"What?!"
"Transfiguration. Potions, your second lesson with Professor Behrens, is going on right now. Actually, it has been just a few minutes."
"No way, Jose." I had skipped my first two classes on the first day? Just great. Who made up the rule that you had classes the second day you were here? I'd like to get my hands on them.
"You are not to call me hoe-zay!" She finally looked up at me, anger in her eyes. I was used to the look and ignored it.
"It's an expression. Well, gotta run. What time is lunch?" I headed towards the portrait hole.
"Not in those clothes, you're not."
"What're you talking about? They're brand new!"
"That's alright, but you have to wear your robes. I know you own some."
"What? That's not fair." I turned back around and headed up the stairs again, muttering, "Stupid school, makes me wear a burning robe."
Finally, after coming back down wearing the robe, Bun Lady made me go back and grab the book bag I had bought and fill it with my books and wand and parchment and quills (which she didn't know had ball point pens hidden in the stick part).
By the time I was ready to her approval, lunch was about to start. Maybe I could blame skipping class on her...
I couldn't. So I just threw the bag on the floor of the common room and went to the Great Hall for lunch.
