Chapter Four: First Year Begins
Jessie rose early next morning, she showered and dressed in her red-and- gold trimmed robes and after making sure the house-elves had left out some food for her pet, she headed down to the common room. She was somewhat surprised to be met at the foot of the stairs by Ladon Malfoy, who was still dressed in his plain black robes from the night before and looked rather ruffled, rather like her father did when he'd got involved in something and slept on the sofa in his office rather than disturb anyone on his way to bed.
"What is it, Malfoy?"
Malfoy sighed. "Pot-Jessica, I don't want to be your enemy. Despite appearances I am not my father or grandfather, and I have no intention of repeating their mistakes. We are going be here together for seven years, so I would like it very much if we could... at least give each other benefit of the doubt? If we must be enemies - and I'd much rather we weren't because it does neither of us any good - then can it be for who we are, not who our parents are?"
Jessie pondered this for moment, then she realised something - what he was asking for was no different to what she wanted herself, a chance to prove herself. She nodded. "Okay Ladon, I think I can do that. And please, call me Jessie, people only call me Jessica when they're mad at me."
"Okay Jessie, I'll see you in class later then."
"Yes, you will," Jessie confirmed.
Ladon stood stock still for a moment, then appeared to come to a decision. He moved towards the boys staircase, only to have his way blocked by a burly fourth year - unless Jessie was mistaken Euan Moore, one of the Beaters on the House Quidditch team and a fourth-year. Jessie caught the older boy's eye and shook her head. Understanding her unspoken message, he stepped aside and allowed Ladon to access the stairs.
Seeing no reason to remain in the common room, Jessie left through the portrait hole and following the directions drilled into her by her parents she easily located the Great Hall. Glancing up and down the table, she noticed that Michel and Hawkin were already at the table and she headed over to them.
"Good night?" Michel asked.
"It was okay," Jessie told him as she helped herself to a bowl of porridge. "I didn't get much sleep, but I usually don't sleep that much anyway."
"Lucky you, if I don't get at least seven hours sleep a night, I'm half- asleep in the morning."
"Everyone is different, my friend," Hawkin pointed out. "And we each must make the best of what qualities we have."
"Couldn't have put it better myself."
"Thank you, Michel. I try."
Max and Gill joined them about ten minutes later, and they were in the middle of catching up on breakfast - a task which both undertook with considerable enthusiasm - when Jamie came down the table handing out timetables. When she reached the five friends she paused. "Everything okay?"
"Everything's fine, Aunt Jamie," Jessie assured her loudly, then she leaned back and Jamie - recognizing an old signal - leaned down. "Ladon Malfoy was having problems last night, some of the other boys won't let him up to the dormitory. I've let them know I'm not happy with that and Ladon and I have agreed not to judge each other by our parents - " Jamie looked a little in askance at this but then nodded. "I think that might solve it, everyone knows that the Potters and Weasleys have always been the Malfoy family's biggest opponents, but I thought you should now."
"I'll keep an eye on it," Jamie promised and headed on up the table.
They had tried to be discreet but inevitably someone had heard there conversation, in case Glenda Morris, one of the other two Gryffindor girls in Jessie's year. "Is Professor Potter really your aunt?"
Jessie paused for a moment, a little surprised at the question. "You're a Muggleborn, aren't you?"
"Yeah, so. What's wrong with that?!!"
Jessie smiled. "Nothing in my book. My godmother's Muggleborn, and so was my dad's mother. It's just... someone from a wizarding family would know about my family... you'll hear about us History of Magic, the professor's a huge fan of my dad." She paused for a moment, and then continued. "But, in answer to your original question... no, technically she's my second cousin on my dad's side, her father and his father were brothers, but I have a lot of aunts and uncles, so she just got lumped with them.
"My family are quite close to a few of staff here actually," she admitted. "Jamie's family... Neville - that's Professor Longbottom to you - is an old friend of my parents and practically family, as is Hagrid, he's the groundskeeper and Care of Magical Creatures professor. My dad's godmother taught Potions here until a few years ago, then Professor Snape came back and she left. Watch out for him by the way, he's never been very keen on Gryffindors and according to Uncle Neville he's got even worse since he lost the Head of House position in Slytherin."
"Why did he lose it?"
"I'm not sure exactly," Jessie admitted. "Do you know, Gill?"
Gill nodded. "He was in coma for several years due to his injuries from the Battle of Hogwarts in 1998, when he came out the coma he reapplied for his old jobs. The Headmistress agreed to take him back as Potions Master because Leona has never wanted the job in the first place. She couldn't reinstate him as Head of Slytherin House because she'd already transferred the post to Professor Jones, and he didn't want to step down."
"So he's bitter?"
Gill nodded. "Well, according to my father he always has been, but it's got worse since he came back."
"That can't be good," said Max. "When do we have him?"
"Have a look at the timetable."
Hawkin, who had been reading the timetable throughout their conversation, cleared his throat. "According to the timetable, our first Potions lesson is on Thursday afternoon. We have Defence Against the Dark Arts this morning with Jessie this morning, and Transfiguration with Professor Palmer this afternoon."
"What about you, Michel?"
"History of Magic this morning, then Herbology this afternoon."
"When's the first broom lesson?" Jessie asked.
"Uh... Jessie, don't you already know how to fly?" Max asked her.
"Of course I do, silly!" Jessie told him. "But Hooch's flying lessons are the only time I'm going to get on a broom this year so I want to get to them as soon as possible."
Max chuckled. "I get it now. Sorry."
"That's okay, big guy," Jessie assured him. "We understand."
"You've got a broom at home then?" Glenda asked.
"Yeah, it's one of the best actually, although it's not a terribly new model."
"I could talk about brooms all day," Gill pointed out. "But I think we need to get to class."
Jessie checked her watch and seeing it was almost quarter-to-nine she nodded and got up. "Let's go guys."
Hawkin, Gill and Max immediately rose to follow her, Glenda and Michel stayed seated for a moment longer than rose too. Jessie led the way to the main stair, then they headed up it to the first floor. They dropped off Michel at Professor Creevey's classroom and then continued on to Jamie's classroom a few doors down. Jessie and Hawkin paired up at the desk closed to Jamie's, while Gill and Max took the one beside it. Glenda went a few seats back and sat down. After a few minutes the other Gryffindor girl - Jackie Lewis - joined her, and just before the bell rang for the start of classes, Eoin and Ladon arrived to complete their group.
Jamie waked in a minute or two later, and beamed at the class. "Hello everyone, my name is Professor Potter, and I would like to welcome to you to Defence Against the Dark Arts."
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After DADA, Jessie and her friends headed down back to the Gryffindor Tower to drop off their things and then headed down to the Great Hall for some lunch. Then after lunch they headed up to Transfiguration, which was also held on the first floor, but on the opposite side of the castle to the DADA and History of Magic classes.
The classroom was empty when they first entered, but once they were all seated there was an odd popping sound and Professor Palmer appeared in front them. Jessie hadn't spotted how he did it, but the small smile on Hawkin's face told her that he had. I'll ask him about it later, she decided.
Professor Palmer was probably roughly middle-aged by the standards of the Hogwarts faculty. He wore a robe of deep crimson open over a navy-blue shirt and trousers. He was probably in his mid-to-late thirties, quite a bit older than Jamie or Professor Creevey, but a lot younger than Professor Flitwick or Professor McGonagall and about ten years behind Professor Snape.
"Hello everyone. My name is Alan Palmer, and I will be your Transfiguration teacher during your time at Hogwarts." He smiled benevolently at them, then picked up a parchment that had been sitting on his desk. "Well, now you know who I am. Let's see, who have we got here... " His eyes scanned the parchment for a few seconds. "Maxwell Dursley."
Max grunted to show he was present. "Here Professor."
"Excellent. Eoin Finnigan?"
"Here sir."
"Good. Jacqueline Lewis?" Jackie raised her hand to show she was there too. "Ah, yes. Ladon Malfoy?"
Ladon managed a barely audible 'here' but the professor nothing and moved on. "Glenda Morris?" Like her friend Jackie, Glenda indicated her presence by a raised hand. "Hawkin O'Connor-Potter?"
"Here sir. If you don't mind, I would prefer to be known as 'O'Connor' rather than the full form."
"Noted, Mr O'Connor," said Palmer. "Jessica Potter?"
"Here Professor."
"Virgil Weasley?"
"Here Professor."
"And Michael Weatherton-Potter... or do prefer Michael Weatherton?"
"Just Weatherton, sir. If that's okay?"
"Certainly."
With the preliminaries taken care of, Professor Palmer assigned them their first task, changing matchsticks into needles. Transfiguration had never been one of Jessie's better subjects, so it took until the very end of lesson before her matchstick began to resemble a needle at all.
Professor Palmer assigned them a three-foot essay on the basic principles behind Transfiguration, and then dismissed them just as the bell rang to signal the end of classes. Jessie and her friends quickly gathered their things and rushed out of the class.
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By dinnertime on Thursday, Jessie was in firm agreement with her father on at least two things about life at Hogwarts: Defence Against the Dark Arts was definitely the highlight of the week; and Potions – with Professor Snape and the Slytherins – was definitely the low point. The trouble began almost as soon as she sat down in the class.
Like many of the professors, Snape began the class by taking the register. He seemed to frown slightly when he said Ladon's name – it was clear to Jessie that in Snape's opinion, Ladon definitely belonged in Slytherin. A moment later, he came to Jessie's name.
"Jessica Potter..."
Here we go, thought Jessie to herself. One... two... three...
"Our new celebrity."
Bingo.
"Tell me, Miss Potter. What is the difference between monkshood and Wolfsbane?"
"Nothing Professor, they are the same plant." Jessie replied promptly. "As is aconite."
Snape's eyes narrowed. "And what would you get if you added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
This time Jessie didn't even stop to think. "A powerful sleeping potion known as the Draught of Living Death, Professor."
"I see. And where would you look if I asked you to find a bezoar?"
Jessie raised her eyebrows. "Well, I'd look in the stomach of a goat, Professor. Why, am I in danger of being poisoned?"
Snape scowled. "Ten points from Gryffindor for your cheek, Potter!"
Max growled in annoyance at this, but Gill just about managed to restrain him. Snape, amazingly, didn't appear to notice as he was busy writing a list of ingredients on the board. Once he was finished, he swung around and glared at the class. "Why are you not working?" he snapped.
The nine Gryffindors and eight Slytherins hurriedly began to gather together the required ingredients for the potion – a basic Shrinking Solution. Snape wandered the class, peering fixedly into various cauldrons, sometimes nodding approvingly but more often sneering with derision.
It was with considerable relief that Jessie escaped the Potions dungeon just under two hours later and she wasn't the only one. Eoin Finnigan was heard to say that the best thing about that lesson was it had been the last lesson of the day. Which was a sentiment that Jessie for one agreed with wholeheartedly.
After the mini-disaster that was the Potions lesson, there was only Charms on Friday morning to go and then the week was over. It hadn't been the best week of Jessie's life though, so she was more than happy to accept Hagrid's invitation to tea that afternoon: an invitation that her three friends, and Neville and Jamie also accepted.
"How's yer firs' week gone then?" Hagrid asked once Neville had made the tea and they had all found a place to sit.
"Not too bad thanks Hagrid," Jessie admitted. "But it's been mixed. Defence Against the Dark Arts is great fun, and Charms is a breeze... but Herbology and Transfiguration have never been my strong suits and as for Potions - All I can say about that is that you were right Aunt Jamie, Snape is terrible!"
"Did he?"
"Oh yeah..." Jessie confirmed. "He wasn't too pleased that I was ready for him though."
"You probably didn't help by provoking him, Jess," Gill pointed out.
"Gill, being a Potter in Snape's class provokes him," Jamie pointed out. "I told Minerva she shouldn't have let him back, but Leona wanted out so... we're stuck with him."
"Well, yeh'll jus' have t' make the best of it, Jessie," Hagrid told her. "It's only once a week after all. You'll manage."
"Of course she will," Jamie said. "She's a Potter and Weasley, and we don't give up without a fight."
"Here, here!" said Neville.
In the end the four students decided to stay for dinner – though mercifully it was provided by Neville rather than Snape, Neville's potions skill might have been mediocre, but his culinary efforts were easily more palatable than Hagrid's. Eventually, the students returned to the castle, Neville and Jamie took them as far as the second floor and then left them to head over to the Staff Wing, while the four Gryffindors returned to the Tower and their beds.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait, RL's been keeping me rather busy lately and I haven't had the energy for writing. I've already started chapter five so hopefully the wait won't be quite as long. In the meantime, I would appreciate your reviews.
Jessie rose early next morning, she showered and dressed in her red-and- gold trimmed robes and after making sure the house-elves had left out some food for her pet, she headed down to the common room. She was somewhat surprised to be met at the foot of the stairs by Ladon Malfoy, who was still dressed in his plain black robes from the night before and looked rather ruffled, rather like her father did when he'd got involved in something and slept on the sofa in his office rather than disturb anyone on his way to bed.
"What is it, Malfoy?"
Malfoy sighed. "Pot-Jessica, I don't want to be your enemy. Despite appearances I am not my father or grandfather, and I have no intention of repeating their mistakes. We are going be here together for seven years, so I would like it very much if we could... at least give each other benefit of the doubt? If we must be enemies - and I'd much rather we weren't because it does neither of us any good - then can it be for who we are, not who our parents are?"
Jessie pondered this for moment, then she realised something - what he was asking for was no different to what she wanted herself, a chance to prove herself. She nodded. "Okay Ladon, I think I can do that. And please, call me Jessie, people only call me Jessica when they're mad at me."
"Okay Jessie, I'll see you in class later then."
"Yes, you will," Jessie confirmed.
Ladon stood stock still for a moment, then appeared to come to a decision. He moved towards the boys staircase, only to have his way blocked by a burly fourth year - unless Jessie was mistaken Euan Moore, one of the Beaters on the House Quidditch team and a fourth-year. Jessie caught the older boy's eye and shook her head. Understanding her unspoken message, he stepped aside and allowed Ladon to access the stairs.
Seeing no reason to remain in the common room, Jessie left through the portrait hole and following the directions drilled into her by her parents she easily located the Great Hall. Glancing up and down the table, she noticed that Michel and Hawkin were already at the table and she headed over to them.
"Good night?" Michel asked.
"It was okay," Jessie told him as she helped herself to a bowl of porridge. "I didn't get much sleep, but I usually don't sleep that much anyway."
"Lucky you, if I don't get at least seven hours sleep a night, I'm half- asleep in the morning."
"Everyone is different, my friend," Hawkin pointed out. "And we each must make the best of what qualities we have."
"Couldn't have put it better myself."
"Thank you, Michel. I try."
Max and Gill joined them about ten minutes later, and they were in the middle of catching up on breakfast - a task which both undertook with considerable enthusiasm - when Jamie came down the table handing out timetables. When she reached the five friends she paused. "Everything okay?"
"Everything's fine, Aunt Jamie," Jessie assured her loudly, then she leaned back and Jamie - recognizing an old signal - leaned down. "Ladon Malfoy was having problems last night, some of the other boys won't let him up to the dormitory. I've let them know I'm not happy with that and Ladon and I have agreed not to judge each other by our parents - " Jamie looked a little in askance at this but then nodded. "I think that might solve it, everyone knows that the Potters and Weasleys have always been the Malfoy family's biggest opponents, but I thought you should now."
"I'll keep an eye on it," Jamie promised and headed on up the table.
They had tried to be discreet but inevitably someone had heard there conversation, in case Glenda Morris, one of the other two Gryffindor girls in Jessie's year. "Is Professor Potter really your aunt?"
Jessie paused for a moment, a little surprised at the question. "You're a Muggleborn, aren't you?"
"Yeah, so. What's wrong with that?!!"
Jessie smiled. "Nothing in my book. My godmother's Muggleborn, and so was my dad's mother. It's just... someone from a wizarding family would know about my family... you'll hear about us History of Magic, the professor's a huge fan of my dad." She paused for a moment, and then continued. "But, in answer to your original question... no, technically she's my second cousin on my dad's side, her father and his father were brothers, but I have a lot of aunts and uncles, so she just got lumped with them.
"My family are quite close to a few of staff here actually," she admitted. "Jamie's family... Neville - that's Professor Longbottom to you - is an old friend of my parents and practically family, as is Hagrid, he's the groundskeeper and Care of Magical Creatures professor. My dad's godmother taught Potions here until a few years ago, then Professor Snape came back and she left. Watch out for him by the way, he's never been very keen on Gryffindors and according to Uncle Neville he's got even worse since he lost the Head of House position in Slytherin."
"Why did he lose it?"
"I'm not sure exactly," Jessie admitted. "Do you know, Gill?"
Gill nodded. "He was in coma for several years due to his injuries from the Battle of Hogwarts in 1998, when he came out the coma he reapplied for his old jobs. The Headmistress agreed to take him back as Potions Master because Leona has never wanted the job in the first place. She couldn't reinstate him as Head of Slytherin House because she'd already transferred the post to Professor Jones, and he didn't want to step down."
"So he's bitter?"
Gill nodded. "Well, according to my father he always has been, but it's got worse since he came back."
"That can't be good," said Max. "When do we have him?"
"Have a look at the timetable."
Hawkin, who had been reading the timetable throughout their conversation, cleared his throat. "According to the timetable, our first Potions lesson is on Thursday afternoon. We have Defence Against the Dark Arts this morning with Jessie this morning, and Transfiguration with Professor Palmer this afternoon."
"What about you, Michel?"
"History of Magic this morning, then Herbology this afternoon."
"When's the first broom lesson?" Jessie asked.
"Uh... Jessie, don't you already know how to fly?" Max asked her.
"Of course I do, silly!" Jessie told him. "But Hooch's flying lessons are the only time I'm going to get on a broom this year so I want to get to them as soon as possible."
Max chuckled. "I get it now. Sorry."
"That's okay, big guy," Jessie assured him. "We understand."
"You've got a broom at home then?" Glenda asked.
"Yeah, it's one of the best actually, although it's not a terribly new model."
"I could talk about brooms all day," Gill pointed out. "But I think we need to get to class."
Jessie checked her watch and seeing it was almost quarter-to-nine she nodded and got up. "Let's go guys."
Hawkin, Gill and Max immediately rose to follow her, Glenda and Michel stayed seated for a moment longer than rose too. Jessie led the way to the main stair, then they headed up it to the first floor. They dropped off Michel at Professor Creevey's classroom and then continued on to Jamie's classroom a few doors down. Jessie and Hawkin paired up at the desk closed to Jamie's, while Gill and Max took the one beside it. Glenda went a few seats back and sat down. After a few minutes the other Gryffindor girl - Jackie Lewis - joined her, and just before the bell rang for the start of classes, Eoin and Ladon arrived to complete their group.
Jamie waked in a minute or two later, and beamed at the class. "Hello everyone, my name is Professor Potter, and I would like to welcome to you to Defence Against the Dark Arts."
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After DADA, Jessie and her friends headed down back to the Gryffindor Tower to drop off their things and then headed down to the Great Hall for some lunch. Then after lunch they headed up to Transfiguration, which was also held on the first floor, but on the opposite side of the castle to the DADA and History of Magic classes.
The classroom was empty when they first entered, but once they were all seated there was an odd popping sound and Professor Palmer appeared in front them. Jessie hadn't spotted how he did it, but the small smile on Hawkin's face told her that he had. I'll ask him about it later, she decided.
Professor Palmer was probably roughly middle-aged by the standards of the Hogwarts faculty. He wore a robe of deep crimson open over a navy-blue shirt and trousers. He was probably in his mid-to-late thirties, quite a bit older than Jamie or Professor Creevey, but a lot younger than Professor Flitwick or Professor McGonagall and about ten years behind Professor Snape.
"Hello everyone. My name is Alan Palmer, and I will be your Transfiguration teacher during your time at Hogwarts." He smiled benevolently at them, then picked up a parchment that had been sitting on his desk. "Well, now you know who I am. Let's see, who have we got here... " His eyes scanned the parchment for a few seconds. "Maxwell Dursley."
Max grunted to show he was present. "Here Professor."
"Excellent. Eoin Finnigan?"
"Here sir."
"Good. Jacqueline Lewis?" Jackie raised her hand to show she was there too. "Ah, yes. Ladon Malfoy?"
Ladon managed a barely audible 'here' but the professor nothing and moved on. "Glenda Morris?" Like her friend Jackie, Glenda indicated her presence by a raised hand. "Hawkin O'Connor-Potter?"
"Here sir. If you don't mind, I would prefer to be known as 'O'Connor' rather than the full form."
"Noted, Mr O'Connor," said Palmer. "Jessica Potter?"
"Here Professor."
"Virgil Weasley?"
"Here Professor."
"And Michael Weatherton-Potter... or do prefer Michael Weatherton?"
"Just Weatherton, sir. If that's okay?"
"Certainly."
With the preliminaries taken care of, Professor Palmer assigned them their first task, changing matchsticks into needles. Transfiguration had never been one of Jessie's better subjects, so it took until the very end of lesson before her matchstick began to resemble a needle at all.
Professor Palmer assigned them a three-foot essay on the basic principles behind Transfiguration, and then dismissed them just as the bell rang to signal the end of classes. Jessie and her friends quickly gathered their things and rushed out of the class.
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By dinnertime on Thursday, Jessie was in firm agreement with her father on at least two things about life at Hogwarts: Defence Against the Dark Arts was definitely the highlight of the week; and Potions – with Professor Snape and the Slytherins – was definitely the low point. The trouble began almost as soon as she sat down in the class.
Like many of the professors, Snape began the class by taking the register. He seemed to frown slightly when he said Ladon's name – it was clear to Jessie that in Snape's opinion, Ladon definitely belonged in Slytherin. A moment later, he came to Jessie's name.
"Jessica Potter..."
Here we go, thought Jessie to herself. One... two... three...
"Our new celebrity."
Bingo.
"Tell me, Miss Potter. What is the difference between monkshood and Wolfsbane?"
"Nothing Professor, they are the same plant." Jessie replied promptly. "As is aconite."
Snape's eyes narrowed. "And what would you get if you added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
This time Jessie didn't even stop to think. "A powerful sleeping potion known as the Draught of Living Death, Professor."
"I see. And where would you look if I asked you to find a bezoar?"
Jessie raised her eyebrows. "Well, I'd look in the stomach of a goat, Professor. Why, am I in danger of being poisoned?"
Snape scowled. "Ten points from Gryffindor for your cheek, Potter!"
Max growled in annoyance at this, but Gill just about managed to restrain him. Snape, amazingly, didn't appear to notice as he was busy writing a list of ingredients on the board. Once he was finished, he swung around and glared at the class. "Why are you not working?" he snapped.
The nine Gryffindors and eight Slytherins hurriedly began to gather together the required ingredients for the potion – a basic Shrinking Solution. Snape wandered the class, peering fixedly into various cauldrons, sometimes nodding approvingly but more often sneering with derision.
It was with considerable relief that Jessie escaped the Potions dungeon just under two hours later and she wasn't the only one. Eoin Finnigan was heard to say that the best thing about that lesson was it had been the last lesson of the day. Which was a sentiment that Jessie for one agreed with wholeheartedly.
After the mini-disaster that was the Potions lesson, there was only Charms on Friday morning to go and then the week was over. It hadn't been the best week of Jessie's life though, so she was more than happy to accept Hagrid's invitation to tea that afternoon: an invitation that her three friends, and Neville and Jamie also accepted.
"How's yer firs' week gone then?" Hagrid asked once Neville had made the tea and they had all found a place to sit.
"Not too bad thanks Hagrid," Jessie admitted. "But it's been mixed. Defence Against the Dark Arts is great fun, and Charms is a breeze... but Herbology and Transfiguration have never been my strong suits and as for Potions - All I can say about that is that you were right Aunt Jamie, Snape is terrible!"
"Did he?"
"Oh yeah..." Jessie confirmed. "He wasn't too pleased that I was ready for him though."
"You probably didn't help by provoking him, Jess," Gill pointed out.
"Gill, being a Potter in Snape's class provokes him," Jamie pointed out. "I told Minerva she shouldn't have let him back, but Leona wanted out so... we're stuck with him."
"Well, yeh'll jus' have t' make the best of it, Jessie," Hagrid told her. "It's only once a week after all. You'll manage."
"Of course she will," Jamie said. "She's a Potter and Weasley, and we don't give up without a fight."
"Here, here!" said Neville.
In the end the four students decided to stay for dinner – though mercifully it was provided by Neville rather than Snape, Neville's potions skill might have been mediocre, but his culinary efforts were easily more palatable than Hagrid's. Eventually, the students returned to the castle, Neville and Jamie took them as far as the second floor and then left them to head over to the Staff Wing, while the four Gryffindors returned to the Tower and their beds.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait, RL's been keeping me rather busy lately and I haven't had the energy for writing. I've already started chapter five so hopefully the wait won't be quite as long. In the meantime, I would appreciate your reviews.