"First day of class, man it wasn't what I thought it be. Thought it be just like normal school. Teacher, giving us note, we take notes, and learn math and such. I hoped that things would have been alright. You and I wouldn't be that far separated from each other. Guess, I was wrong"
Justin awoke, and headed for his first class. The school was large and could have a person be missing for days on end if they wanted. Justin followed the directions he was giving very closely. His first class was potions with Professors Snape. Justin didn't know much about him other than the fact, that a lot of the older Gryffindor's didn't seem to quite like him. When Justin entered the room, he cringed in many different way, for aroma's and smells attacked him, some good, some grotesque. In the front of the class stood a man covered in black, from black robes, to black long hair. His face very sly and sinister looking. Justin remembered back to the old cartoon's he use to watch at home. Snape reminded him of the old villains that the hero's would always be up against.
Angela was already seated and looked quite ready. Justin saw her and ran to her, noticing an empty chair beside her. "Angela how's it going so far?" Justin said with excitement. But, before Justin could sit down, a hand reachrd out and stopped him from sliding the chair out. "What do you think your doing, you dumb mug blood?" said a voice from the side of him. As Justin turned he realized it was Draco. "I'm sitting next to my friend, that's what I'm doing". Draco stared back at him, and then to Angela.
Angela looked up and spoke "Listen, Justin maybe it's best you sat with the rest of the Gryffindor's, just so there isn't a fight of course." Justin couldn't believe what he was hearing. His best friend just shot him down. Justin being so hurt, walked and sat down by a young boy named Longbottom, without even making a sound or a argument. He watched as Draco sat down beside Angela, and smiled. As Draco turned to him and gave Justin a wicked grin of accomplishment. Justin opened his book and listened in. He tried to focus his attention to Professor Snape. Snape had a arrogance about him, as if anybody who wasn't in his own house of Slytherin was less than him. Especially, the boy Harry Potter, Justin had noticed.
After class, Justin still hurt from Angela, ran into Michael from Ravenclaw. "How did your first class go Justin? Hope Snape didn't scare you to much. He's mostly just all talk". Michael said trying to make Justin's already obvious frown into a smile. Justin just looked up and said "It was alright, I had to sit next to Nevelle Longbottom. I don't think he's all the way there, if you know what I mean?". Michael laughed, and finally found it was best to say it. "Listen, I'm sorry to hear about Angela, many of the students are. It's strange for a muggle born to be brought into that house. It was said that they weren't allowed." Justin didn't understand it, nor did he care, he just wanted Angela to come talk to him. "What class do you have next?" Michael asked. "Gym with Madam Hooch" Justin said not sounding excited at all. "That's Great!!" Michael exclaimed. "Trust me this is the class you've been waiting for, come I'll show you the way". Michael showed Justin to the courtyard where his next class would start.
The rest of the first years stood outside, gathered by a strange woman. She seemed very energetic and sports like just from the way she acted. Justin found a spot the end of a now already line of first years. He saw Angela up on the other side between Draco and Goyle. There at his feet sat a broom. Justin realized what this class was, and with that his frown, did turn into a smile. One that caught the attention of a few of his classmates. Justin felt like this was going to change his day. He was going to fly.
Madam Hooch spoke to the students teaching them to tell their brooms to come to up to them. Justin, looked at his broom and said the words "UP!" and it flew into his hands almost giving a strange sting to it. Justin was amazed and very proud of himself. Many of the other first years couldn't seem to get theirs off the ground even. After a short while, and when most of the student had finally raised their brooms in hands. Madam Hooch showed them how to mount and control their broom. Justin was ready, it was the first thing he knew since arriving that he wanted to do more than anything else.
Nevelle not paying attention or just being his clumsy self, loss control of his broom before anyone else could even get on their. The broom whisked off carrying the poor boy like a rag doll, banging him around until finally, with a thud, Nevelle was back on the ground. Justin didn't know if he should laugh, but he did feel slightly sorry for the boy. Madam Hooch ran to get Nevelle aid, and told to class to keep broom's grounded, if caught in the air. It would be expulsion . Justin's heart sank, this would mean he would have to wait. But, before he could make a choice to fly anyways, Draco and student Harry Potter seem to be getting into a fight over a object of Nevelle's. Justin ran to watch, as he saw Draco take off into the air, on broom. Justin was amazed at how skillful and free Draco seem to be able to handle it. In the end Potter chased after him trying to receive the object back. Justin was jealous, to say the least, wishing he had the courage to do the same. Finally, after all was said and done, Professor Mc Gonagall showed up. She was second in command you could say here at Hogwarts and a professor of Transfiguration. She grabbed Harry without a second thought and took him off. Justin thought, that Harry was a goner, that the famed hero is already being kicked out. After a little while. Madam Hooch came back and gathered the students to come back inside, but not Justin.
Justin stood for a moment, noting that he was alone in courtyard. If the famous Harry Potter was getting expelled. What did he have to lose? He thought to himself. Justin mounted the broom, praying that there wasn't going to be a copy of the incident earlier with Nevelle. Justin felt almost comfortable with it though. With a quick kick off Justin shot around the courtyard. He felt the wind in his face, and closed his eyes, he flew like he had flown his entire life. The worries of Angela and Draco, the feelings of sadness sank away. He was happy, and that was all that mattered. Justin flew with a style that not even many quidittch players could match.
After a short while, Justin sank to the ground, and hoped to sneak back in, before he was caught. As he turned to head back into the school, a soft, but firm voice rang out behind him. "Mr. Calgory, that was quite some flying there" it spoke. Justin's felt like he was going to die, he slowly turned and saw that it was Headmaster Dumbledore. "I'm sorry, so sorry, please don't expel me" Justin said faster than he even realized. "It's alright, quite alright, I had my days where I wished I could escape. " dumbledore said while in a slight laugh. "You flying is very good, I must say for a first year, was as fun as you had wished?" he questioned. Justin smiled, almost feel like he was talking to a friend. "Yes, I've always dreamed of flying and this was fantastic, it made me feel so free." Justin screamed out almost. Dumbledore smiled and put his hand on Justins shoulder. "I think it is time you go to class, you wouldn't want to keep your friends waiting or your Professor's" Dumbdore spoke.
"Friends, couldn't keep them waiting" Justin spoke sadly and low to his breath. Dumbledore caught it and his old eyes seem to twinkle. "Listen, here my boy, friends are special things, at times, you may do things that they don't like or, you might annoy them, but what matters is the good times you spend with them, and remember this, a true friend, never gives up, even if the other does. Do you understand?" Dumbledore spoke a made a small wink at Justin. Justin realized what Dumbledore was saying, he didn't know how the grand wizard knew about Angela or what he was feeling, but he did. Justin made up his mind, he wasn't giving up. Justin grabbed his things and ran off, while waving and thanking the headmaster. Dumbledore watched and smiled, with an almost sad look. "Never give up" he spoke to himself.