Chapter 2

Classes

Rebecca talked to Roger Davis, Captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team, and May Jones, the only Beater for Ravenclaw, in the Great Hall.

May, a third year, said, "You don't look like much."

Rebecca shrugged. "I'm mostly muscle, since my third year."

Roger nodded. "You look like you've done this since your first."

Rebecca shook her head and bit into a piece of toast with butter and honey on it. "No. Only since second."

"And you're a?" May asked.

"Fifth." Rebecca said, with a mouthful of food.

"If you get approved by Madam Hooch, we'll welcome a kid like you."

Rebecca smiled and swallowed her food. "Can you give me a run-down of all the Quidditch teams?"

May laughed. "Like to be warned, eh?"

Rebecca nodded as a black boy with a gold and silver armband walked over. He grinned and said, "Yo, Heaven."

"Hey, Ashbutt."

"Gonna try to be a chaser here?" Rebecca said.

Ashbutt nodded, and said, "Heaven, use my real name."

"Okay, then, Miguel."

Roger smiled. "Good. One of our chasers graduated two years ago. No Quidditch last year, since we had the Triwizard to worry about."

**

Nicole was halfway to the Great Hall when Draco stopped her.

"Rumor says you're a beater." He said coolly with a gleam in his gray eyes.

"Rumors lie." Nicole said as they passed a hallway with four statues in it.

The boy frowned, and said, "My sources are very reliable."

"Then, don't trust everything you hear, O Foolish Seeker."

"You pick things up, fast." Draco said with a low whistle.

Nicole smirked, and slipped through a curtain. "I also figured out you are the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch Team."

Draco smiled slightly.

"What's your surname?" Nicole asked.

"Malfoy." They were in the Great Hall by now, and so he turned to Nicole and kissed her fiercely in front of the whole school.

Nicole broke the kiss, wiped it off with the back of her right hand, and slugged Draco in the nose with her left, which made a sickening crack.

In the silence, applause erupted. It began at the Gyffindor table, and spread like wildfire to all but Slytherin.

Slytherins stared in shock. Crabbe and Goyle started to move to hit Nicole, but Rebecca got in the way.

Rebecca stood her ground in front of Crabbe. Her brown eyes became darker, almost black. In a icy voice, Rebecca hissed, "You dare, and I'll show you how Silverhand defends their own!"

Crabbe threw a clumsy punch, but Rebecca ducked and smiled coldly.

"STOP!"

Professor Dumbledore stood there, looking banefully at Rebecca, Crabbe, Goyle, Nicole, and Draco.

"Who," the professor asked softly, "started this?"

Draco was about to speak, when Rebecca piped up, "Draco kissed Nicole, Nicole hit him in the face, and Goyle and Crabbe tried to hurt Nicole. I went to protect Nicole. She's my best friend, even though she's a Slytherin."

Dumbledore said with a slight smile, "It is nice that you are loyal, but you shouldn't start fighting your friends' fights."

Rebecca nodded and said to Crabbe, "Sorry about that."

Crabbe shrugged and grunted.

Nicole had to say sorry to Draco, to Nicole's rage.

"I'll get him for ya." Rebecca said to Nicole as they walked to their classes (Rebecca had Charms, Nicole got Defense Against the Dark Arts) Remember, I'm on a different team than you. I'll knock him out for you."

"But I want to." Nicole complained as they walked past a statue of a hump- backed hag. Her eyes were still a blazing purple, like a glowing amethyst.

Rebecca smiled slightly. "I'm the only one who can get him."

Nicole stopped for a second. "Unless I get him during Quidditch."

Rebecca groaned. "Hell, you can't. You'll be on the same team." Then, a mysterious grin spread across Rebecca's face. It was a twin to Nicole's usual grin of mischief. "Unless you 'accidentally' hit him during tryouts."

Nicole stared at Rebecca, known as the Angel of Hope back at Silverhand. She never played pranks. So why did she even think about that?

"Hey, Nicole, remember that mystery prankster, oh what was the name," Rebecca said, smiling her normal smile, "who left those silver and gold stars?"

Nicole nodded. "Yeah. I wish I met that kid. The kid, the name was Puck, pranked the Headmistress."

"It was me."

Nicole stared. "What?"

"I am the infamous Puck," Rebecca said coolly, as they passed a group of sixth years, "The very one who made our dear Headmistress, Professor Canaan, change into a male of the species, the one who switched Professor Waylan's, remember her? She was the DADA teacher until Puck, myself, switched her wand with a fake one that looked like a- Oh! Here's the Charms corridor. Bye!"

Nicole was in shock as she walked to Defense Against the Dark Arts. One of her best friends wasn't who she seemed. She wasn't always the smiling sweetie. Now Nicole knew that Rebecca had a glowing streak of silver genius. But where did she get it from? She always had that said her uncle was a lot like her and she had been deeply influenced by him.

"Her uncle, whoever he is, must of been one hell of a prankster." Nicole whispered softly, as she sat down as far from Draco as possible.

The professor entered the room, and she smiled widely. She had curly red hair, green eyes, and she wore muggle clothes; a pair of blue jeans, and a t-shirt that said Do a magic trick for me. DISAPPEAR!

"Hi, Professor Waylan." Nicole said before the professor could speak.

The professor smiled. "It seems you remember me, Miss Riggs. That's nice. Well, any ways. Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts."