SCARHEAD, MUDBLOOD AND WEASLEY:

The principal says something before we're allowed to eat. He goes on to explain that a teacher who was apparently banned for some reason is back, his name is Lupin I think. Well he's back for Defense Against The Dark Arts anyway. This should prove to be some sort of interest. Not many people I know were banned from school.

One of the teachers looks especially pissed off at Lupin as everyone goes wild for him. He looks nice, average. I'd like to know why he was banned; he must have blown something up, or worse. Lupin is something that as to do with dogs...wolves and the Romans, something about that, I read about that name in Social Studies. The principal also says things about a dark forest that is off limits, like I would ever go somewhere with werewolves in it. I at least know something. The principal then said a new teacher was attending the school, and is not present at the moment, her name was Professor Shane. Oh boy, I can hardly contain my joy.

I sit across from three boys; two of them are huge. There are only eight words I can find to describe them: Fat. Body. Guards. For. The. Blond. Average. One.

The blonde's blue eyes give away exactly what he is feeling, and why, I can only come to one conclusion: He must hate someone who is supposed to be close to him. The blond stares at me a few seconds, then looks away at the Gryffindor table. His eyes rest upon a Gryffindor with silky brown hair a few inches shorter then mine. She is obviously smart and pretty...popular. Two other boys surround her, one with red hair (I see others with the same color) and one with black hair.

The bodyguards seem to into their food to care about anyone around them. I study the boy more. I then come to another conclusion: He is too blond and handsome to be evil. He looks tall and has a very muscular figure. He picks at his food. I guess correctly. He finally notices my eyes.

Blond boy: [Depressed voice] What are you staring at?

Who me?

Me: [glance at girl and two boys on Gryffindor table]

Blond boy: Scar head, Mudblood and Weasley, they don't like...half of the Slytherins, we're supposed to be cold, evil and mean. Don't even try to like them. Draco Malfoy by the way.

Interesting name. I ponder the thought if he hates snakes or not while he reaches his hand over the table, I take it, he looks relieved. I regret taking his hand, but it is warm and welcoming. My cold hand retreats to a safe place, my side.

Slytherins may glare at you when you first walk in. But it's the Gryffindors fault I find out quickly, they have all of the famous good guys, people get jealous, Slytherins are people. I think...

I try to find out if I am bad or good, but I know the blond now. He is not evil. He is not happy. He is depressed. I feel for him. I study my food. It is perfect, I don't like it, I long for roman noodles and a peanut butter sandwich with bananas.

BREAKFAST:

I am told social interaction is bad if you're trying to stay away from people. No one has talked to me since Draco did, he says nothing to me now. I sit across from four girls who enjoy talking a lot, about stupid things too. They seem unaware of their surroundings, or me, and they are fourth years, but there really isn't anything else to look at besides the kid next to me who is picking his nose. I'd rather not.

All of the sudden, as if on cue, birds, well owls actually, come flying into the big room. First years are amazed, so am I but I don't show it, I don't want to look stupid with my mouth hanging wide open. The owls drop things down and land on the tables giving their owners messages and candy, Draco gets more then anyone else. He looks bored, and continues to stare at the girl he calls a Mudblood. Mudblood catches his stare only for a few moments and looks away, I can't help but feel sorry for Draco, and I'm sensing forbidden love or something of the sort.

That's weird. Really.