High in the hills, hidden from Muggle view was Hogwarts Castle. One I'm sure you are familiar with. If not, you should be informed that it is a school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And I'm sure you are familiar with the infamous trio of Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermoine Granger. However, this story is not of them and their school year, as I'm quite sure you will get the story from the author herself.
This story is, in fact, of the students you don't hear about. Now, these students were entering their 5th year, like Harry, but they did not and do not have the popularity the trio has. Now, slip into their world. Enjoy.

Mary yawned as the first years were being sorted. The tradition was a fun one but got boring after a while. Elisabetta met her gaze, rolled her eyes, and clapped half-heartedly as another first year joined their Gryffindor table.
"Hold on just one more second, it's almost over," Elisabetta muttered.
"Yes, but then we get the whole speech from Dumbledore, again," Brittany popped in, "A right load of rubbish it is."
"Not our fault that the first years are foolish," Mary responed.
Just then, Dumbledore stood up and explained the rules to the first years and let the feast begin. Mary, Elisabetta, and Brittany took food onto their plates and began eating.
When they were finished, they went to the front of the line and glared at any annoying first years. As the Slytherins passed, Elisabetta rolled her eyes when Brittany watched Malfoy with starry-eyes. His eyes fell upon them in disdain, and Elisabetta returned the gaze equally. He was always trouble for the Gryffindors.
Just then, the Gryffindors were called away and the Slytherins went down to their dungeons. Elisabetta couldn't help but laugh at the first years amazement as the staircases moved. Soon enough, they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Password?" she asked.
The Head Boy and Girl explained the password. Right now, it was "snuzzlefogged." They watched as Neville moaned. He always had trouble remembering the passwords and this year didn't look like it'd be any different.
Stepping in, they found the familiar common room and smiled. The site was a warming one. The first years crowded into the center and more rules were explained to them. Elisabetta quickly led the way and pushed through the crowd to the bulletin board. Scanning the new posts, she found it.
"Aha!" she said, placing her finger on it, "Due to the loss of teammates, the Gryffindor Quidditch Team will be having tryouts for positions of chasers and beaters. Please sign the form if you will show at tryouts."
"So," Elisabetta continued, wheeling on her two friends, "You know what I think?"
"...Uh oh..." Brittany mumbled.
"I think we should try out," Elisabetta said, ignoring Brittany's comment, "I mean we've practiced and we're not horrible, so we should do it."
Brittany shook her head, "Liz, I know I'm not exactly normal, but that's a pretty crazy idea."
Mary nodded her head, "I see. I think we should do it. When's tryouts?"
Elisabetta scanned the sheet, "Um...wow. Next Wednesday."
Brittany sighed, "Bloody hell." She knew there was no way of getting out of their hair-brained schemes, especially when the two of them were for it.
"Guess they want to practice early and train the new people well," Mary stated, "Oh well, the sooner, the better."
They nodded in agreement and went to get their programs after signing the sheet. Peering at Mary and Brittany's, Elisabetta said, "Looks like we have the same classes together. Thought I believe we should drop Divination. It's such a drag and we all know she's crazy."
"Yep," Mary agreed, "Do you think we should tell Harry that we're going to try out?"
Elisabetta snorted, "Hah. If we can get him and if he's not as filled with male PMS. Or have I only noticed that he loses his temper often now?"
Her friends giggled. It was true. Yawning, Mary said she was going up to bed. Elisabetta decided to go up also. Brittany, however, decided to stay in the common room and continue with the fun. Laughing, the two girls entered their dormitory. Their trunks, as always, were already there. Elisabetta unpacked her uniform and new robe, laying them on top of her trunk; too lazy to place everything in the closet they were provided with. They had bought new robes as the fifth years robes changed, showing them to be 'mature, upper-classmen.' In her opinion, Elisabetta found them much nicer than the robes they had earlier.
Mary, on the other hand, placed everything in her closet. Rolling her eyes, Elisabetta slid into bed, turning over and closing her eyes.
"Goodnight," Mary said, "It's going to be a long day tomorrow."