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A/N: This is going to be really short…sorries, but no one is reviewing so…yeah…oh and it may sound a bit fimiliar…D

The next few days, I got used to my classes and my schedule. I had a busy schedule since I needed to catch up with all of the 6th years. All of the teachers are interesting. Professor McGonagall, the transfiguration teacher and also the Head of Gryffindor is very strict. The charm's professor, Professor Flitwick, is really amazing. The potions professor, Snape however, is well not the best of sorts. It seems that everyone in my house hates him. On my first day in his class I can see why, it was a beginning of a fantastic friendship.

I was running late to potions, because it took me a while to find his classroom, which I learned was in the dungeons. When I came in, he looked at his roll then back to me,

"McCormack?" He said, with his cold black eye looking at me. I nodded.

"10 points from Gryffindor for your tardiness. I do not want you to think that just because your family is famous, you will not be tolerated in my class," he said nastily.

'Bugger,' I thought as I set up my cauldron in the back of the class.

"Today," Snape's eyes glinted evilly, "We are working on a disillusionment draft, the instructions," He tapped his wand on the blackboard behind his desk, "You have a half hour, you may begin," He started pacing between the rows. It was kind of hard to concentrate when he sneers whenever he comes by your cauldron. He stopped at mine, took the ladle, filled it up and poured it back into the cauldron,

"McCormack, please read me the sixth line on the board," He said coldly. I shuddered, and looked at the board squinting, since I was so far back.

"Add the dried doxy wings then stir slowly 3 times, counter clock wise, then add the demiguise hairs.." I stopped, forgot the demiguise hairs, damn my short attention span. I looked back at my cauldron. I could feel Snape smirking, then he walked away. I was shooting daggers at his back. I noticed Oliver was in my class, he was looking at me sympathetically. I gave him a weak smile, and he smiled back, but then Snape was coming up his row. He hurriedly looked back at his cauldron.

At the end of the class, I really wanted to put a sign up on the dungeon door saying, "Torture Chamber".

My other classes are interesting. My Defense Against the Dark Arts class however, I think is truly…..disgusting. Our professor is Gilderoy Lockhart. If I wasn't so nice I would think he was kind of girlish. But I cant stand being in his class with the other girls sighing and having dreamy looks on their faces. He's constantly talking about him. Him, Him, and his ambition to start his own line of hair care products. I didn't care to read his books really. I don't care how he got rid of vampires or werewolves. I want to see what he can do. So far all I learned was that he likes the color lilac and his stupid hair care products.

So far my favorite class is Astronomy. I always loved being out at night. I remember catching fireflies just at twilight with Oliver, back home, 8 years ago. The night was always so inviting to me. So mysterious and enchanting. I especially loved how the stars twinkled at you. It's so beautiful.

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