Chapter 9
The next morning began with Hermione and Rachelle trying to wake up Tiffany.
"That's it, I'm getting water," Rachelle decided, heading toward the bathroom.
She came back with a cup full of ice-cold water. Just as she was about to pour it onto Tiffany's head, Tiffany's arm shot out and her hand hit the cup, making the water spill all over Rachelle.
"Haha. That's what you get for trying to drown me," said Tiffany with a smug smile.
Rachelle then spontaneously hugged Tiffany tightly.
"My GOD! That water was cold!" Tiffany exclaimed, pushing Rachelle away.
"Come on, let's go to breakfast," said Hermione.
"Ok, I'll be there in a minute after I change," said Rachelle.
"Me too," Tiffany said.
Hermione waited for Rachelle and Tiffany to change and then all three of them went to the Great Hall together. There, they found Harry and Ron and sat with them. Everyone received their schedules, looked them over, and began eating a breakfast consisting of bacon, eggs, toast, and orange juice.
About half an hour later, everyone but Ron and Rachelle were finished eating.
"God, Rachelle! You eat SLOW," Tiffany said as she took her friend's plate away. Rachelle just gave a 'hmph', but followed Tiffany, Hermione, and Harry to their first class (Transfiguration), with Ron reluctantly leaving behind his food to follow his friends (and their friends).
When the group entered the Transfiguration classroom, Professor McGonagall pulled Rachelle and Tiffany aside.
"It seems as though your friend, Bita, has a minor concussion and is a bit delusional. One of her housemates has brought her to the Hospital Wing, where you may visit her during your free time. I thought you should know," she informed them.
"Thank you for telling us," Rachelle said.
Rachelle and Tiffany found seats next to each other and Professor McGonagall began class. Transfiguration class was spent taking notes, as were the rest of their classes that day.
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When the boring day was finally coming to a close and everyone was at dinner, Rachelle wasn't very hungry, but she was very bored. She started waving her wand around again, it pointed to her goblet and turned into a fish that was about sixteen inches long. It flopped around all over the table, making plates and goblets fall onto the floor making a huge mess. Rachelle attempted to use her telekinesis to hold the fish still, but she had to keep moving so food wouldn't splatter all over her robes, and therefore she couldn't concentrate.
Professor McGonagall came over to see what all of the commotion was about and was impressed yet angry with Rachelle. She took out her wand and did a spell to turn the fish back into a goblet. She then waved her wand at all of the fallen food, plates, and goblets, making them all go back onto the table the way they were and the fallen food was replaced with fresh food.
"What on earth were you trying to do?" she asked, glaring at Rachelle.
"I…um…I was um…" Rachelle stuttered.
"She dropped her wand, Professor," a thin boy with brown hair and brown eyes said.
"Mmm," said Professor McGonagall, walking back to the teachers' table, still glaring menacingly.
"Thanks," Rachelle said, turning to the boy that had covered for her.
"Sure, I'm Matt by the way," said the boy.
"Oh, I'm Rachelle," Rachelle said, sitting back down at the table.
"That happened to me before…sort of," Matt said.
"Huh?" Rachelle asked dimly. "OH. Really?"
"Yeah. My first year, I was playing with my wand and accidentally turned one of my textbooks into a sock," he said with a slight smile.
"Haha, sock," laughed Rachelle.
Rachelle and her newfound friend continued to talk through the rest of dinner, getting to know each other better, and for once, Rachelle was glad she met someone new.
