Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for Bridget

A/N: Sorry it took me soooooo long to get this chapter up-I'll try to get the next one up sooner. I know the last chapter was boring, but I'll try to make this one better.

"So, where are you in the school text books, Bridget?" Magonagle asked in a crisp voice.

"I've finished fourth year, and I've skipped around a bit after that" Bridget replied, slightly apprehensive.

"Well, then I assume you could turn this into a turtle?" Magonagle asked, and Bridget was sure she heard a hint of disbelief in the not-so-disguised challenge.

Bridget raised her eyebrows-just slightly-and took the willow pattern teapot from Magonagle.

She knew how to do far more complicated transfiguration spells. In fact, she was only a few spells away from becoming an animagi.

She pointed her wand at the teapot and said with authority "Transfiguarity Turtellionus!"

The teapot bounded across her hand, forcing her to grab the turtle to prevent it crashing to the cold wood floor below.

Magonagle looked at her with more respect, impressed that she could perform the difficult spells so easily.

The professor gave her a few more spells to do, and told her she would go to fifth year classes.

Bridget gave her a brief nod, then headed down the corridor briskly, hoping to get to the great hall before it became crowded and she had to talk to anyone.

Coming around the corner to the great hall, she ran right into someone and had to catch herself on the banister to keep from falling.

Looking up, she found herself glaring into the face of Severus Snape.

"Oh," Snape sneered, "it's the Elsberry girl-say hello to you're charming mother for me"

Bridget gave him a look that could freeze flame, and spat "it's Fawcutt, and you've had more to do with my family that I ever will-you used to be quite good acquaintances, if I remember correctly"

Snapes face was turning red, and he snapped "You'll treat me with more respect, Bridget-I am you're teacher at this school"

"Certainly" Bridget replied coolly, "It would also be in you're best interests to remember that I'm not an Elsberry"

"And why would I do that?" Snape inquired nastily

Now it was Bridget's turn to smirk "Well, professor, I know certain.details about you're past.activities that no one else does, if you catch my drift, and you had better hope it stays that way"

With that Bridget turned on her heel and strode into the great hall, going to sit at the end of the deserted Griffendore table.