Chapter 2-Introductions
Mary rose before the other two, waking them up. Brittany was the hardest to wake up, being knocked out from the night before. God only knows what hour she went to sleep last night, she thought as she poked Brittany several times before she mumbled something about one more minute.
"Brittany," Mary said, "We don't have one more minute. What we have is less time to go down and eat because we got up later."
"Okay, okay," Brittany replied, rubbing her eyes and slowly getting out of the bed. When she was grabbing her uniform, Elisabetta came back in the room, fully dressed.
"Finally got her up, eh?" she asked.
"Yep, took a while, she sleeps like a rock," Mary said.
Walking back into the room also dressed Brittany said, "You know I can still hear you."
Shrugging, Elisabetta responded, "Ah well, it's not like we were saying anything bad about you. Look at the time; we'll have to bring our books with us to the Great Hall so we can go directly to Potions without being late. Snape would enjoy handing out detention."
Mary and Brittany winced, having Potions as their first class for the whole first term would be a bummer. They grabbed their books and shoved them into their bags and headed down to the Great Hall. Most of their Gyffindor house was already there. They ate quickly and made their way down to Snape's dungeons.
Glancing at her watch Mary announced, "We're five minutes early, but that's good." Nodding her head in their direction she whispered, "Looks like we have this class with the Slytherins again. This is going to be lots of fun."
Elisabetta peered over and saw well enough some of the Slytherins were already waiting to get into class too. She muttered something under her breath and then noticed something else. "Hey," she said to her two friends, "Is that kid new?" She pointed discreetly at a boy with black hair and honey eyes.
Brittany looked over and 'oh-ed.' Then she said, "No, I don't think so, he's just one of the more quiet ones. Not necessarily less talkative than Malfoy but he doesn't seem to waste too much time bothering the other houses. I've seen him once or twice before."
Elisabetta was about to say something as Snape came sharply down the hall. All the Gryffindors fell silent, they knew how much Snape enjoyed taking points from Gryffindor and they weren't about to give him the opportunity. Being the last ones in, Brittany, Mary and Elisabetta were stuck taking the seats in the front. And so the term looks even brighter, Elisabetta thought sarcastically.
"Now, listen up! Sharpish!" Snape said, "This year you are in your fifth year. Thus, the potions we do in class will become more detailed and dangerous, so you better listen to what I say if you don't want to wind up in the Hospital Wing." When he finished he glanced at the students who had trouble, his eyes boring into Neville.
"And if you think that just because your face is in the paper or you are famous that you can do anything you want in my class," Snape continued with the speech he gave every year, looking at Harry, "You are quite mistaken."
They turned and saw Harry's green eyes fill with rage. He hated Snape, who wouldn't, but hopefully he wouldn't do anything stupid to cause them to lose house points. He had been losing control of his temper as he got older and they hoped he would keep it. It was the first day, and losing points was not a good way to start the year. Meanwhile, Malfoy and his cronies snickered in the back.
Snape began the lesson, asking questions left and right to see if anyone had read over the summer. Hermoine's constantly raised hand was ignored by Snape; who looked around as if he didn't see it. Eventually, he began picking and choosing students to answer the questions: rewarding Slytherins with house points if they were right and berating Gryffindors if they were wrong. Malfoy, as usual, was the favorite. Brittany was amazed by his knowledge on the subject and said so to Elisabetta and Mary. They both agreed that he had most likely cheated off of someone, after all, he was known for his slimy ways.
Hearing the whispering and snapping his head around, Snape's eyes fell on Brittany. They were cold and looming, "Ms. Boccio, would you like to tell me what is used in a potion that is used to permanently remove hair off of someone?"
Brittany's eyes widened, she wasn't sure. "Ah, um...wolfsbane?" she ventured.
Snape's eyes looked her over as if scanning her, "Yes, Ms. Boccio, that is one of the ingredients. Consider yourself very lucky. Very lucky indeed."
Brittany, Elisabetta, and Mary breathed a sigh of relief. If she hadn't gotten it, they might've wound up with detention and that wouldn't have been fun for the first week. Before Snape could ask anymore questions, class was over and all the Gryffindors rushed out, cursing Snape under their breath.
"The first day back and he assigns us four sheets of parchment on two different potions used in the Middle Ages," Elisabetta complained, watching the Slytherin boy she had seen before walk in front of them. She still didn't know his name.
"We should expect it by now," Mary replied weakly.
"Well, on the bright side, we have Care of Magical Creatures next with the Hufflepuffs," Brittany said.
The rest of the morning moved on pretty well, and even the most boring of classes were enjoyable. They broke for lunch at noon. Filling their plates they sat down at their table when their friend from Ravenclaw, Jasmine, walked over.
"Hey guys, how're you?" she asked
They shook their heads in a 'good' motion as their mouths were filled with food.
Continuing she said, "I had to go to a Muggle camp this past summer and I met two boys that go here actually. Same year and all. They're in different houses, one's in Slytherin, the other's in Hufflepuff but they're both extremely nice."
Elisabetta raised her eyebrows as Jasmine continued on, "Come on, this way."
Grabbing their bags, they followed her out into the hallway. Elisabetta was wondering how a Slytherin could be extremely nice, when she almost dropped her bag.
She's got to be kidding, Elisabetta thought, eyes widening.
"Guys," Jasmine said, "This is Tom, he's in Slytherin and this is Pat."
Yep, sure enough, the boy Elisabetta had questioned Brittany about was one of them. It was Tom. Elisabetta looked at her other friends who seemed just as stunned and smiled.
Mary rose before the other two, waking them up. Brittany was the hardest to wake up, being knocked out from the night before. God only knows what hour she went to sleep last night, she thought as she poked Brittany several times before she mumbled something about one more minute.
"Brittany," Mary said, "We don't have one more minute. What we have is less time to go down and eat because we got up later."
"Okay, okay," Brittany replied, rubbing her eyes and slowly getting out of the bed. When she was grabbing her uniform, Elisabetta came back in the room, fully dressed.
"Finally got her up, eh?" she asked.
"Yep, took a while, she sleeps like a rock," Mary said.
Walking back into the room also dressed Brittany said, "You know I can still hear you."
Shrugging, Elisabetta responded, "Ah well, it's not like we were saying anything bad about you. Look at the time; we'll have to bring our books with us to the Great Hall so we can go directly to Potions without being late. Snape would enjoy handing out detention."
Mary and Brittany winced, having Potions as their first class for the whole first term would be a bummer. They grabbed their books and shoved them into their bags and headed down to the Great Hall. Most of their Gyffindor house was already there. They ate quickly and made their way down to Snape's dungeons.
Glancing at her watch Mary announced, "We're five minutes early, but that's good." Nodding her head in their direction she whispered, "Looks like we have this class with the Slytherins again. This is going to be lots of fun."
Elisabetta peered over and saw well enough some of the Slytherins were already waiting to get into class too. She muttered something under her breath and then noticed something else. "Hey," she said to her two friends, "Is that kid new?" She pointed discreetly at a boy with black hair and honey eyes.
Brittany looked over and 'oh-ed.' Then she said, "No, I don't think so, he's just one of the more quiet ones. Not necessarily less talkative than Malfoy but he doesn't seem to waste too much time bothering the other houses. I've seen him once or twice before."
Elisabetta was about to say something as Snape came sharply down the hall. All the Gryffindors fell silent, they knew how much Snape enjoyed taking points from Gryffindor and they weren't about to give him the opportunity. Being the last ones in, Brittany, Mary and Elisabetta were stuck taking the seats in the front. And so the term looks even brighter, Elisabetta thought sarcastically.
"Now, listen up! Sharpish!" Snape said, "This year you are in your fifth year. Thus, the potions we do in class will become more detailed and dangerous, so you better listen to what I say if you don't want to wind up in the Hospital Wing." When he finished he glanced at the students who had trouble, his eyes boring into Neville.
"And if you think that just because your face is in the paper or you are famous that you can do anything you want in my class," Snape continued with the speech he gave every year, looking at Harry, "You are quite mistaken."
They turned and saw Harry's green eyes fill with rage. He hated Snape, who wouldn't, but hopefully he wouldn't do anything stupid to cause them to lose house points. He had been losing control of his temper as he got older and they hoped he would keep it. It was the first day, and losing points was not a good way to start the year. Meanwhile, Malfoy and his cronies snickered in the back.
Snape began the lesson, asking questions left and right to see if anyone had read over the summer. Hermoine's constantly raised hand was ignored by Snape; who looked around as if he didn't see it. Eventually, he began picking and choosing students to answer the questions: rewarding Slytherins with house points if they were right and berating Gryffindors if they were wrong. Malfoy, as usual, was the favorite. Brittany was amazed by his knowledge on the subject and said so to Elisabetta and Mary. They both agreed that he had most likely cheated off of someone, after all, he was known for his slimy ways.
Hearing the whispering and snapping his head around, Snape's eyes fell on Brittany. They were cold and looming, "Ms. Boccio, would you like to tell me what is used in a potion that is used to permanently remove hair off of someone?"
Brittany's eyes widened, she wasn't sure. "Ah, um...wolfsbane?" she ventured.
Snape's eyes looked her over as if scanning her, "Yes, Ms. Boccio, that is one of the ingredients. Consider yourself very lucky. Very lucky indeed."
Brittany, Elisabetta, and Mary breathed a sigh of relief. If she hadn't gotten it, they might've wound up with detention and that wouldn't have been fun for the first week. Before Snape could ask anymore questions, class was over and all the Gryffindors rushed out, cursing Snape under their breath.
"The first day back and he assigns us four sheets of parchment on two different potions used in the Middle Ages," Elisabetta complained, watching the Slytherin boy she had seen before walk in front of them. She still didn't know his name.
"We should expect it by now," Mary replied weakly.
"Well, on the bright side, we have Care of Magical Creatures next with the Hufflepuffs," Brittany said.
The rest of the morning moved on pretty well, and even the most boring of classes were enjoyable. They broke for lunch at noon. Filling their plates they sat down at their table when their friend from Ravenclaw, Jasmine, walked over.
"Hey guys, how're you?" she asked
They shook their heads in a 'good' motion as their mouths were filled with food.
Continuing she said, "I had to go to a Muggle camp this past summer and I met two boys that go here actually. Same year and all. They're in different houses, one's in Slytherin, the other's in Hufflepuff but they're both extremely nice."
Elisabetta raised her eyebrows as Jasmine continued on, "Come on, this way."
Grabbing their bags, they followed her out into the hallway. Elisabetta was wondering how a Slytherin could be extremely nice, when she almost dropped her bag.
She's got to be kidding, Elisabetta thought, eyes widening.
"Guys," Jasmine said, "This is Tom, he's in Slytherin and this is Pat."
Yep, sure enough, the boy Elisabetta had questioned Brittany about was one of them. It was Tom. Elisabetta looked at her other friends who seemed just as stunned and smiled.