A/N: Sorry this took so damn long but I got a new job & have been extraordinarily tired. Also sorry that this chapter is kinda short. Thanks to DarkGoddess29 for her review. Personally, I hope that more than one person read the last chapter, so why didn't you review? I really love getting feedback for my work, even if it's critical because that helps me to improve. So if you're reading this, please please please review.


"Okay, now remember: swish and flick." Morgan had volunteered to give her friends some basic tuition before school started to try and prepare them. So far all it was doing was irritating everyone.

Drefinia glared at her for the umpteenth time. "I feel ridiculous doing this crap over and over."

Morgan sighed and began rubbing the bridge of her nose out of frustration. She was about to tell Drefinia why that was – again – when Quentin came to her defense.

"Look Fin," he said, using a nickname for her for the first time in over a year, "we know why, if we don't know this stuff, we'll end up behind a bunch of eleven year-olds. Do you want that?"

"Well, no." she said reluctantly.

"Don't worry!" Morgan said cheerfully, clapping Drefinia on the back. "I won't be long till your cursing everyone around you with a vengeance!"


Morgan spent the whole of the first day back worrying about the twins. She became so preoccupied that she forgot to lower the flames on the potion like she was supposed to.

"Damn it!" she cried as some of the viscous liquid boiled over the side and dissolved the edge of her robes. About to try and fix the disaster that could only be called a potion by default, it was vanished before her eyes. She looked up into the sneering face of Professor Snape.

"A zero mark for today and ten points from Gryffindor for your language." He said scornfully.

Morgan almost retorted that if he was going to take points off for 'damn it', she could tell him a few much more impressive phrases; they'd probably make his hair curl, the greasy mop that it was. But not wanting to risk her life, she bit down on her tongue hard and just nodded.

Luckily the bell rang then, and the class filed out. Potions being the last class of the day, Morgan headed straight for the library as she had arranged to meet Quentin and Drefinia there, wanting to talk to them so she could see how their first day had gone.

She found them in a secluded corner, defiantly pretending not to see the stares they were getting.

"Hey guys. How'd it go?" She asked.

"Well the classes went fine, but I can't believe how many weird looks we've been getting." Drefinia answered.

"What can I say?" Morgan said, sitting down. "They do love a good scandal here. I've got good news though. The first Quidditch game is on this Saturday."

"Are you playing in it?" Quentin asked.

Morgan shook her head. "Nah, it's Hufflepuff versus Ravenclaw, so I can come with you to watch."


"It's the first game of the year and Ravenclaw are going up against Hufflepuff. Here come the players."

Harry shook his head and sighed. It just wasn't the same without Lee Jordan. Now that he had finished school, some guy from Hufflepuff that he didn't know was doing the commentary, very straight forward and with none of the personal comments that had made Lee so interesting to listen to.

Morgan found she could only pay a small amount of attention to the game. She knew she should have been checking out the competition, but she was too worried about Drefinia. Quentin was fine; Ron had him entranced by the story of the time they went to the Quidditch Cup.

She glanced over at the Ravenclaw stand again and saw that Drefinia was finally talking to someone and from the looks of it, hadn't yet gotten into an argument.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she turned back to the game, searching for any chinks in the armor of the Ravenclaw team, they were really good this year, and if she wanted to beat them she needed to see what direction each player was worst at dodging from. That way she'd know what way to send the bludgers from.


"I like your hair."

Drefinia turned at the voice. She saw that it was a girl behind her with long blonde hair and a slightly dazed expression who had addressed her. "Thanks." She said, slightly uncertain. This was the first time anyone here had actually talked to her directly.

"I'm Luna." said the girl extending a hand.

"Drefinia." She answered, reluctantly taking the hand and shaking it.

"Have you heard of the terrible plight of the Snorglepluffs?" Luna asked suddenly.

"The what?"

"Snorglepluffs. They're being hunted to extinction in France."

"I… uh can't say that I've ever heard of them." Drefinia began to wish silently that this strange girl would just go away and leave her alone. Sadly, she didn't get her wish.

"Oh, their ministry is keeping it quiet. No one would even know if it wasn't for the Quibbler. My dad's the editor." She said this all matter-of-factly, while handing Drefinia a copy.

Drefinia only needed to just look over the cover to know exactly what kind of magazine this was. It screamed 'crazy conspiracy theories inside' just from the titles of the articles, there was no need to read them. She handed the magazine back to Luna and turned back to look at the game.

Spacey as Luna was, she took the hint and didn't try to talk to Drefinia for the rest of the game.