"Where is she?"
"I'll see if she's up here. She's been gone for ages; she hasn't even showed up to class. Professor Flitwick is getting worried."
"Is she in here?"
"Ahhhh.... here she is, she's sleeping. Wake her up, Pans."
"Millia."
"Millia!!!"
Millia jumped up out of her bed, frightened.
"What, what is it?!" She exclaimed, confused.
"You've been sleeping for hours. Everyone's father has gone home. You've also missed lunch, and two classes. We thought we'd better start looking for ya. Well, actually, everyone has been wondering where you are. We then decided to look here and we found you." Claire explained.
Millia was shocked. She was sleeping the whole time? She must have drifted off in her thoughts.
"Bri told us you where going to have a sleep, but we didn't think you would be... I mean... sleeping, before lunch?" Claire replied. Liz laughed. Millia was in search for her books and things for her next class, hurrying, she didn't want to miss another class.
"Don't worry, I've saved you some food from the feast," Liz smiled, took out a wrapped tart and handed it to Millia.
"Thanks," Millia said. "What's next for today," she added, looking at her timetable on the bed. "That's right… muggle studies."
They all looked at her strangely.
"You're taking… that?" they asked as one.
Millia grinned and shook her head. "What?"
Millia grabbed her bag and headed off to her class. She was having difficulty finding the right room, when she found Ron.
"Ron, are you taking muggle studies too?" she asked, bumping into him.
"Yea, dad suggested I take it. He thinks muggles are fascinating," he said, rolling his eyes.
"They are," Millia protested, with beaming eyes.
They entered a small, warm room containing posters and everyday muggle objects.
"Hello," a short, stocky man said.
"Hello, professor…" Ron stopped.
"Professor Podge." He smiled.
More students then poured into the compacted room, to make it quite hot and stuffy.
"Hello, hello everyone. Welcome to the study of muggles! Now this year we are looking at what they use in their everyday lives. Can anyone tell me what transport they move around in, for starters?" Professor Podge asked.
Everyone shrugged, looking around at each other to see if anyone else knew the answer.
"No takers?" He said.
"Cars…?" Millia whispered shortly.
"Right you are. But today we'll be looking at another mean of transport to get to one place to another," Professor Podge explained.
Millia and Ron looked confused. So did the rest of the class.
"An aeroplane," he said, looking up excitedly.
Everyone looked up, as if to see something.
"Get out your books and read the chapter on- aircraft. If you have any questions please ask," he said, sitting down.
"Um… Professor, what IS an aeroplane?" A girl asked.
Everyone stopped and looked at Professor Podge. He grinned and showed his teeth, then stood up.
"I'm pleased you asked that question. I couldn't possibly make you read about it without knowing. An aeroplane is a flying machine with wings.'' He explained.
There were a few laughs, and fascinated looks of interest.
For the rest of the class they looked at a model of a plane and Professor Podge explained more in detail about how it was used and what it was used for.
Millia left the class with Ron, interested in what she learnt about. A thought flew into her head. Before she could think much about it, Ron interrupted.
"Hey, Millia. It's dinner, do you want to come sit at my table with Hermione and Harry. They have been wondering where you got off to when the fathers came," Ron said, opening the Grand Hall door.
"Thanks, but I have to sit in my table, I think, Ron," she softly said to him. Ron shrugged and sat next to Harry. Millia smiled at them but saw Liz, Claire and Pansy over at her table.
She headed over and sat next to Liz.
"Hi," Liz said.
"How was your class?" Claire laughed.
Millia didn't reply. She grabbed some food and put it on her plate.
"You're sitting in my seat," Draco harshly said.
Millia turned around and frowned. "This time it doesn't have your name on it, Draco." She smiled, knowing she was right. Draco starred at her and went to sit next to Pansy over the other side.
"So Draco, your father was in a happy mood today," Claire said smiling at him.
"That's because SHE wasn't there to annoy him," Draco said, pointing to Millia.
"Do you think I WANTED to stick around listening to him?!" Millia shouted.
"He certainly didn't!" Draco yelled, sinking his teeth into the steak.
Liz, Pansy, and Claire didn't know what to think. They just kept their mouths shut.
"He told me all about your loser father!" Draco partly lied. His father hadn't said much about it to him.
Millia gasped.
"That's right!" Draco finished.
"You don't know anything! I'm changing this subject!" Millia added, not wanting to explode again.
"Millia... are you going to finish your soup?" Pansy whispered.
Millia looked at her, shocked. "No, I'm not, Pansy. You're welcome to have it!"
Pansy felt embarrassed and decided she didn't want it after all. She didn't want to cause any more stress.
Draco laughed. Crabbe and Goyle followed his example.
Millia decided she didn't want to start another fight with Draco, but if he said anything more she would definitely explode.
"Millia, do you want to go to bed?" Liz whispered to her. Millia nodded and walked off with Liz.
When they got inside their common room, Liz popped a question.
"What's the matter?" She urgently asked.
"Nothing, I just don't want Draco-"
"Yes...?" Liz asked.
"Doesn't matter, nothing important," Millia concluded and went upstairs to bed, leaving Liz clueless.
"Fine, don't tell me then," Liz blankly said, following Millia to bed. "You know what, its still early. I might just head off to the library to check something out." Liz disappeared out of the room.
Millia hopped into bed. I have to tell someone. Everyone is getting suspicious, especially Draco, she thought, nodding off into a deep sleep...
