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Sitting at the Gryffindor at breakfast, Emma was discussing the timetable with Christine. "So what have we got first said Emma to the blonde haired girl. "Ummmm, first we've got transfiguration and then, ugh, potions".

"What's wrong with potions?" said Emma with a mouthfull of porrige."Snape is the worst teacher, my brother says so, the professor really wants the defense against the arts job but does potions instead" said Christine."Mmm, I heard on the train, oh well, we'll just have to live with it" sighed Emma.

In transfiguration, Professor McGonagall started off by showing the first years the art of transfiguration, by turning a chair into a rooster. They sat in awe as she changed it back again.

"The art of changing one thing into another, tranfiguration, is a very complex and complicated subject. You'll start off by turning a matchstick into a needle, but what seems like a simple enough spell, is not, as it also comes with a lot of theory".
And with that, the Professor started writing down long and complicated notes, which the first years wrote down frantically off the blackboard.

By the end of the lesson, Emma exhausted herself trying to turn her matchstick into a needle, but to no avail. Only 2 students managed to make a change to their matchsticks, making them all silvery.
At the end of the lesson, Emma and Christine made thier way down towards the dungeons. The classroom was dark and dank, lit only by the candleabras in the walls.
Sitting down at a desk, Emma and Christine waited silently as Professor Snape walked in, his greazy black hair slicked back and cold piercing eyes looking down his long nose.

"Potion making" started Snape " Os a very exact art. You won't be needing your wands, only those very poor excuses for brains. His eyes moved around the room, staring at each Gryffindor and Slytherin intently. He started to write notes on the blackboard about a potion for neutalizing poisons.
The task was not easy though, because the professor was constantly peering over thier shoulders, looking for faults and taking points off when he could.

The rest of the day went quite well as did the week. In fact in no time at all, there was only 1 week left of the first school term.

One evening in the commonroom, when Emma was studying with Hermione (she really had trouble with potions), Professor McGonagall came through the portrait. "If anyone wishes to stay at school over the Christmas holidays, could you please put your name on the list I'm posting now".

At once, Hermione leaped up and put her name on the list. Emma noticed that all the Weasleys put their names on the list as well. Harry came down from his dorm and walked over to Hermione and Emma.

Hi guys" said Harry "what did I miss?"
Professor McGonagall just put the scroll for the students who are staying over at Christmas" said Hermione."Oh good" replied Harry."Are you staying Hermione?"."Yes, and so are all the Weasleys".

Harry turned to Emma and asked" Are you staying over for Christmas?"."Oh I don't know, I really miss my parents, but it would be nice to stay I suppose".

"Oh it's great fun" said Hermione."Just think of all the extra studying you could get in!"."Just like you Hermione" said Ron who had just walked over.
"Yeah! well at least I do study!" fumed Hermione."Let's get out of here, they're going to be clawing each others eyes out soon" said Harry to Emma.
So carefully leaving without being noticed, Emma and Harry went out through the portrait walking down the main staircase.