I decided to upload this chapter ahead of schedule...nothing much to say here, other than Miss Rowling owns this, but I've already said that....haven't I?

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Chapter 4: Classes Begin!

I awoke the next morning nonetheless refreshed and ready to begin my first full day of schooling. My heart raced as I prepared my pack with what I needed; Quills, parchment, the books, and a few other choice items.

"Angel, why are you packing so much parchment?" Pan asked inquiringly. She had learned much from Chee and I over the past month, including how to act the age of eleven without much difficulty.

My knowledge of the Hogwarts teachers were going to broaden, I knew, right after the morning meal. I nearly squirmed in my seat as I ate my flapjacks, biscuits, and other delightful breakfast items I had missed so much out in the Black Forest. The only thing those Saiyans really knew how to make was sandwiches, after all.

The reminder of the Black Forest brought the subtle memory of my first training lessons. I sighed sadly as I thought about the first time Trunks had toyed with me, pulling me under the water with his then-much-quicker reactions. I smiled faintly yet sadly at the fond memory and made a mental note to pull the same trick when we were together again. Scratch that. If we were ever together again.

"Thinking about Trunks again?" Chee asked me softly. I sighed and nodded as I finished the last of my pile of flapjacks. I downed the glass of orange juice and waited for Harry, Ron, and my sisters to finish. Hermione wasn't quite certain if she was a part of our little group yet, and I couldn't blame her with the cold shoulder treatment the boys were giving her.

"Ready, yet?" I asked as the boys finished their orange juice, followed quickly by Pan. Hermione and Jupiter, who had once again sat alone on the end of the table, had long since left. The two quick-silver friends and my sisters agreed immediately with my proposal and we began the...chore of finding our first class, which was History of Magic. I did not look forward to taking notes over a droning ghost's lecture. I was eager to get to another of our classes, Charms, to see the tiny Professor Flitwick and then to Transfiguration. I was also quite curious to see Jupiter's mother and how she taught the accursed class, Defense of the Dark Arts.

Although Harry and Ron in the book had had so much trouble finding their classes with the numerous, ever-changing paths of the school, we found the only class taught by a ghost with the help of Nearly Headless Nick, whom I had taken to calling Sir Nicholas out of respect for his wishes. He was so pleased with this that he offered to show us to our next class as well, but we assured him we could find our way sure enough.

My expectations in Professor Binn's class went as expected. As soon as the ghost had introduced himself, he told us to take notes over his lecture, and began almost as soon as only half the class had out their parchment. Luckily, I had been prepared for such behavior and had warned the others as well.

The class was dismissed with the rustle of hurried footsteps. Many were still placing their notes within their packs or notebooks as our small group made its way toward Charms. I wasn't surprised to see the tiny man fall backwards from his pile of books as he reached Harry's name on the roll sheet, but I was most definitely shocked to hear him do the same at my name before him.

"I wonder..." I whispered under my breath. I pondered the possibility of the other teachers knowing full well who and what I was, but I dismissed it as fantasy. Of course, if I'd stopped to think, I was in a fantasy.

The entire class-time was spent getting to know the short little wizard who was to teach us Charms. Oi.

It did take us a few moments to find Professor McGonagall's class, especially when Peeves decided to "help". Harry and Ron found themselves on the floor several times from the rugs being pulled out from under us, as did Chee, but Pan and I were able to keep a shaky balance because of our training.

However, I found myself with a nasty wake-up call as he put his hand on my shoulder, making me turn about and try to punch the fiendish ghost. My whole arm was freezing as we made our way toward class once more, leaving a baffled Peeves behind.

We were almost late for class because of this, but I was pleased to see that we had not been tardy enough to be the last people in the room. The entire class tried to remain toward the back of the room, so our minute team was granted access to the front row of seats.

"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall said, quoting herself from the novel, "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned." She cast a glance toward Harry and I nearly giggled, and would have if it had not been for the serious atmosphere that surrounded our teacher's physique. She seemed somewhat different from the lady whom had played her in the first movie, but I'd expected that of some of the things in the world of Harry Potter.

Even I was impressed to see her teacher's desk become a fat sow and then back again. I was poised to take the "complicated notes" I had read about in the book. They came a lot easier than I'd expected, but I supposed that was what happened when you read your textbook before a class.

Hermione wasn't the only one who got her match to turn into a needle. I was very proud to be the first to receive one of the few rare smiles Professor McGonagall dealt to her prize students. I was also very pleased when she announced the first five points for Griffindor moments later when Hermione caught up with me.

The class everyone, me included, had been looking forward to was Defense of the Dark Arts. And Professor Jupiter's class was no joking matter.

"Greetings, children," she said in a very kind, welcoming voice that seemed to draw you to her like a magnet, "I am Professor Jupiter, but you may call me Juu if you wish. As some of you already know, my predecessor, Professor Quirrell, died in a tragic accident with his own wand, a terrible ordeal, I'm sure. We'll be beginning with our lessons next time, but for now, I want you all to gather round and we'll introduce ourselves." I found this quite peculiar, even if it was the first day in a new class. After all, it was an English school, not an American one.

I soon found that Jupiter received no special attention from her mother, to which I was glad. My belief was that all should be treated equally, whether they are related to you or not.

When Juu, as I called her forever more, reached me, I stood shyly and without my normal attitude. I wish Vegeta's calm exterior had passed on to me in our training, or Trunks' slightly more forward personality, or even Goku's bliss ignorance. But no, in front of a crowd of even the most well-known people to me, I could not speak in a bold fashion.

"I-I'm Angel Galis, and I, um...I'm a triplet, I can do martial arts, and I hope to do well in this class, thank you," I said this all in a string and left no room for breath, sitting down at its conclusion with a crimson flush in my cheeks. Juu nodded with a smile and moved on to Chee.

(One thing I should mention to anyone who pays attention to the Jap. version of DBZ, this lady is not the reborn form of Juuhachigou, or anything, she just likes to be called Juu, all right?)

"My name is Chi-chi Galis, and, as my sister said, we are triplets and proud of it," she grinned at the crowd, "I prefer Chee to my full name, and I also hope to do well in this class, and perhaps be friends." She sat down and Pan stood with only a moment's hesitance.

"I'm Pan Galis, a lot of people call me Panny, but Pan is fine, um...not much more my sisters haven't already said, but Angel-san (I taught her a little Japanese) and I are into the martial arts," she smiled and sat down.

The week soon found its way to the end and I smiled as I noticed it was Friday. I still hadn't gotten over the fact that I missed Trunks and I felt a little ill, but other than that I was happy to be able to finally see if Snape was as bad as Harry and Ron had made the man out to be.

"What do we have today?" I asked as I slid into the seat next to Harry.

"Double Potions with Snape," Ron said, "Snape's head of Slitherin House. They say he favors them."
"We'll soon see if that is true or not," I put in, finishing the sentence I knew well from the book. The mail suddenly arrived, without warning. Pan, Chee, and Harry had gotten a nasty shock on the first day when hundreds of owls had swooped in. I had laughed the whole time.

Although Penny was Pan, Chee, and my owl, she often flew back and forth between the house that Shin lived in, mostly delivering notes and letters that told Shin we were all right. It was quite a lot like getting notes in my old school from long ago, only Shin wasn't in the class seat next to me. We often wrote on the same piece of paper and asked each other how we were and all that good stuff. (A quote my mother uses often, she insisted I use some of her things in here. For you, leglesstoo.)

However, this morning, I was surprised to see that Penny dropped a small package into my arms and a note into Pan's. Harry also received a note, which I knew was from Hagrid.

"Wow, I wonder what Shin sent us," I said with a puzzled look on my face. Pan had opened and read the note already and spoke up.

"Its not for all of us, just you," she told me, "He says it's important and that it will make you feel better." I shrugged and opened the box. A tiny locket was inside, a jewel embedded in the front. It was a beautiful aqua, reminding me very much of my jewel-wood wand, which had luckily not attracted any attention yet. "And there's a PS. It says to give you the attached envelope." She handed it to me and I opened it inquiringly, my porridge forgotten. I looked at it and the words brought tears to my eyes.

Dear Angel,

I know I'm not there with you, my sweet Angel, but I am there in your heart. I know how much you miss me and I wanted to make it better for you. I found the finest jewelry-maker in all of England and got them to make this locket especially for you. Don't forget me, Angel, as I will never forget you. Inside the locket is a picture of me, so you can hold me close to your heart even if I'm not there in person. I love you with all my heart, my sweet little Angel.

Love,

Trunks

"Oh, Trunks," I said as I wiped my eyes with a napkin, "You didn't have to do that." I opened the locket and was surprised to see Trunks' picture moving in the frame. The inscription read "To my one and only Angel" and I smiled at it.

"Can I see?" Harry asked, pointing to the picture. I handed him the locket gently, as if it were the finest china in the richest palace. He looked at the picture shrewdly and looked up in surprise. "How many more secrets am I going to find out? People can have purple hair?"

"Not in this world," I said as I accepted the locket back and clasped the gold chain around my neck, "Trunks has lavender hair because of his dimension-of-birth, the Z world, where odd hair-colors are pretty common. His mom has blue hair, and so does his little sister. And the human version of Piccolo has green hair, of course, his normal skin tone is green anyway." I shrugged as I smiled at him, "I guess its just fate that Chee, Pan, and I all had black hair before any of this." He swallowed and nodded at this.

"Well, are you going to answer Hagrid or just hold the note till the paper rots?" I asked him with a giggle, for he still held the note in his hands. He gave a start of surprise before reading the note.

"He says that he wants to have tea this afternoon," Harry told us, "Want to come along?"

"I need to study," Pan and Chee said together.
"As do I, but I can come along," I smiled, "Ron?"

"I'll come," Ron said quickly. Harry scribbled the answer on the back of Hagrid's note and sent it back with Hedwig. I pulled out a piece of paper and wrote Shin to tell him we'd received his letter and another letter to thank Trunks for the locket.

What I didn't realize from the letter and the picture was that for Trunks to have sent them to me, he had to have been in the Harry Potter world. I was too concerned with the personality of Professor Snape.

We reached the classroom several moments before class was to begin. It was down in one of the dungeons, and it creeped me out despite the fact I could defeat and destroy practically everything in this world. Unlike the other classes, I insisted that we sat in the back, away from the frightful man known as Snape.

Class began with roll call. When he reached my name, he paused to look up and see me toward the back.

"Angel Galis. The time-keeper, how interesting you'd be in my class," he sneered as my face grew hot and everyone stared at me inquiringly. He continued on to Chee, then Pan and continued. He paused at Harry's name and looked up again, his coal-black eyes containing no warmth.

"Harry Potter...our new celebrity," Snape sneered at this as well before continuing to complete the list of names. The class was buzzing softly at this new turn of events.

That stopped immediately upon Snape's long, imposing speech that ended with "...I can teach you to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death--If you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach." I was strongly reminded of a teacher I had once had and I immediately found my opinion of Snape in concrete. Snape the teacher and Snape the person were the same person, and he was the kind who gave all teachers their bad name.

"Potter!" Snape said so suddenly I nearly fell out of my seat despite the fact I had been expecting this, "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

I think Harry was very glad he'd read One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi so thoroughly, for he sighed and answered with practiced ease.

"I'd get a sleeping potion so powerful it's called the Draught of Living Death." Snape looked so positively flustered that I stifled a giggle behind my hand.

"Galis!" he crowed.

"Which one, sir?" I asked seriously, gesturing to either side of me at Pan and Chee.

"You," he seemed even more flustered than before but continued his question, "What's the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" I had scribbled down the previous answer onto a sheet of parchment, ready for everything despite knowing the three questions perfectly already.

"They are the same plant, which also goes by aconite," I answered smoothly. Several people were staring at me even as I wrote the answer that I knew onto my parchment. Serverus Snape was nearly speechless but not enough to stop him from reprimanding the class.

"Well?" he shouted, "Why aren't you copying that down? Galis, I want to speak with you after class." Oi, that was getting annoying.

"Me, sir?" I asked innocently.

"Yes, you," he snarled. We began the simple potion to cure boils and I was paired with none other than Jupiter.

"How'd you know all that?" Jupiter asked as I began the potion, crushing the snake's fangs with delicate ease while she stirred the cauldron.

"Hold on," I said, watching Neville, "Hey, kid, not now, get it off the cauldron first."
"Huh?" he asked stupidly.
"Don't put the porcupine quills in until you take it off the fire," I said more clearly. He noticed his mistake and nodded in a grateful way as he and Seamus lifted the cauldron from the fire. Snape fumed quietly at his missed chance to reprimand and I inwardly fumed at his ignorance for respect of his students.

Our Potions lessons finished up uneventfully and I groaned at the thought of staying after to talk with the horrid man called Snape.

"We'll wait for you in the common room," Harry told me, "And then we'll go meet Hagrid."
"Thanks, Harry," I said as I waved them through the door, my hesitant triplets following not far behind. I turned to regard Snape. "You wanted to speak with me, Professor Snape?"

"Yes," he said seriously, "I want to know how you knew to study your book so thoroughly."

"That's for me to know and you to never find out," I growled, "That is a secret of cosmic proportions I and my team, who are no longer here, were entrusted with by the Supreme Kai himself."

"I make it known here and now, Galis," he told me grimly, "That I am keeping my eye on you and your sisters."
"How will you distinguish between the three of us?" I asked smugly.

"I-I," he seemed to have something in his throat, for he cleared it and spoke again, "That is something we will have to work on, isn't it, Galis."

"Let me tell you a little something many of my teachers have already found out," I smirked like the Cheshire Cat, "It is much easier to call me Angel." He gave a bark of bitter laughter before dismissing me with a wave of his hand. I turned and left, pulling my pack along after me.

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Ooh, I hate Professor Snape! Am I glad I made Angel do this to him, maybe I can change him....or maybe not.

N-You'll never change that crazy old fool.

A-That's what I figured.

N-Ja, nekos!

A-I'm not even going to go there anymore. Ja, peeps.