Chapter 6

September passed rather quickly, and by October everyone was friends again. Lisa had managed to be rather quiet in most of her classes, since she had gotten in enough trouble. Emma had become a little laid back about keeping her grades up, but she still had 100% in every class. She didn't get everything on her first try anymore, and Hermione Granger was the new 120% student.

"Who cares?" Emma had said. "Who'd want to be like her?"

Flying Lessons had become a little less fun, since they practically did the same thing every lesson.

Transfiguration had become very difficult, but Emma was still on top of everything.

Potions was still the worst class, but History of Magic was the most boring. Their teacher, Professor Binns, was a ghost.

On October 5th, their Potions class was absolutely dreadful. They had a pop quiz, and were supposed to make a medicine for coughing.

"This potion will be 25% of your grade." snarled Snape. "You will add wormwood into a cup of shredded ox teeth with a drop of mint. You will add a simple sleeping draft and stir well. You will then pour it into your cauldron and add a piece of a unicorn's horn. You will do this on your own and any mess-ups will give you a zero." His eyes flashed in the direction of Susan and Lisa. "You may begin."

Lisa poured her wormwood into the cup of ox teeth and added mint. She added the sleeping draft (which was red) and stirred until it was a pinkish color. She poured it into her cauldron and carefully cut off a piece of the unicorn's horn. She dropped it in and it turned the potion a minty-white. She stirred it again and raised her hand. Snape walked over to her and put a check on the list he was holding.

"Once you are finished, wait quietly at your seat" he said.

When class was over, everyone rushed to get out of the hot and smelly dungeon. The Ravenclaws all went to the 3rd floor for Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Quirrell stuttered much more than often, which allowed no one in the class to understand what he was saying.

After a wonderful meal for lunch in the Great Hall, Lisa and Emma used up their free time out by the Forbidden Forest.

"Did you see Quirrell? I know Terry was dying to burst out laughing!" said Lisa

"But he was right not to," said Emma. "Terry's the best one in that class, and he wouldn't want Quirrell hating him, would he?"

"Of course not! But it was so funny! 'P-pl-ease t-take o-ut y-your boo-ks!' He's hilarious!"

"Not that hilarious,"

Just then a sound came from the forest.

"What was that?" asked Emma.

"I don't know," said Lisa stepping forward.

"I know you're here, Peeves!" It was Filch.

"Oh no! We're not supposed to be here! Run!" said Emma and she darted back to the castle.

They had so much homework that night that all the first years in Ravenclaw were up in the common room.

"What do boomslang skin and gillyweed make when they're put together?" asked Mandy.

"Look it up, it's right in front of your nose. Or maybe your nose is too big to see past," said a grumpy Terry.

"My nose is at least in the center, even if it is big!" she snapped.

"What's the spell to turn a quill into a watch?" asked Lisa

"Shut up!" said Padma.

"Stop fighting!" shouted Phil.

"We're not fighting, we're getting angry at our stupid teachers!" yelled Terry.

"Who do they even think they are? Its 10:00 already!" said Padma.

"I'm not doing this anymore!" said Mandy and slammed her book shut.

"You have to! Your grade will drop!" argued Emma.

"So? At least I'll be awake to hear what my grade is!" she said.

"This is really stupid!" said Phil, and he closed his book too.

"I'm going to bed before Professor Flitwick barges in here and gives us another essay!" said Mandy. And with that she got up and went to sleep.

"I'm going too" announced Phil and he left too.

"They'll be in really big trouble tomorrow!" said Emma. "I don't even think Mandy finished her Potions homework yet! Professor Snape will kill her!"

"Who cares?" said Lisa, also closing her book. "I'm sleeping too, so at least I'll be awake to go to my classes tomorrow."

"No!" pleaded Emma.

"Let her go." said Terry, "I don't want you to do that to me when I leave, which is—now."

"See you tomorrow" said Padma.

"Good night!" said Emma angrily. "Be prepared for getting in trouble tomorrow!"

"I will!" called Padma.