A Magical Muggle

'Settle down class! Settle down!' Professor McGonagall demanded of the first-years, and in no time at all they quieted down.

'Now, I'd like you to follow this seating order.' With a flick of her wand rectangles holding names in them appeared on the black board. Apparently, McGonagall had put down names at random, hoping there wouldn't be much commotion.

Tristen found herself seated between a tall girl with brown hair named Christie Pairie, and a boy with green eyes.

'Now, If you'd take out your quills and parchment and turn to page 52 in A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration.' Professor McGonagall instructed.

Tristen looked in her bag and took out her textbook, quill and ink bottle.

'Uh oh…' Tristen thought in her head. 'I knew I was forgetting something. 'She turned to the boy beside her who was taking out parchment.

'Hey!' Tristen whispered to him. He looked at her suspiciously. 'Sorry, what's your name?'

'Colin. It's Colin Pinceton.'

'Sorry Colin, but can I borrow some parchment, forgot mine in my dorm.'

'Uh sure…' And with that he handed her parchment.

'Thanks' She whispered as she took it.

'Although, you aren't really borrowing it if you aren't going to give it back.' He smiled at her. It took Tristen a second to understand what he meant by not giving it back, but once she understood, it really made her laugh. She stared into his green eyes as they talked about this stupid parchment ordeal, flashing him her brilliant smiles. She found him really cute. He still didn't match Bradley's good looks but he surpassed Regulus' cuteness.

'Miss Ginger and Mr. Pinceton, save the talking for after classes!' Professor McGonagall interrupted and the rest of the class giggled and stared at Tristen and Colin.

'Shut up!' Colin whispered harshly to the other guys in Gryffindor smirking and winking at him. Tristen got the same reaction from her own friends and smiled.

After lunch Tristen went along with her friends, Angelica and Amelia, to Defense against the Dark Arts class. A crowd of first years were in front of a wooden door. Thick and heavy but slowly wearing down.

'I heard it's a ghost!' Tristen heard some students saying.

'Why would it be a ghost? How do you reckon they teach us if they can barely hold a wand?'

'Professor Binns is a ghost.'

'For history. This is Defense against the Dark Arts. He could easily run out on us after setting who-knows-what on us!'

'Well, Amber told me it was a muggle!'

'That's worst than a ghost!'

'Now that's just lies!'

Tristen laughed at the idea, which got awkward stares from Amelia and Angelica who weren't listening.

'Now hold on a minute.' A voice joined in. 'I think you have something there.'

The students that heard the unrecognizable voice turned their heads. The old oak door that was closed, settled open and in the door way stood a warlock. He wore green and purple robes. His cheery beard of black was graying. The man smiled down at the first-years very calmly and there was a sort of twinkle in his eyes. He leaned up against the door frame on one hand and the other on his waist.

'I've been called many things before, but I believe this was the first I've been called a muggle.' The first years laughed as they went to their seats.

'So you're not a muggle?' Some stupid girl asked. The teacher closed the door and chuckled.

'If I were a muggle…would I be able to do this?' The man pulled out his wand and gave it a good, careful flick directed to the black board.

The small piece of white chalk that lay on the ledge lonely came to life attacking the black pasty surface. As it wriggled around scratching the blackboard, you could see an image of the teacher before them forming. 'Mr. Logan, the magical muggle.' Was written beside the drawing. The children giggled at the little scene.

'Hello students. I'm your new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Logan.'

The first-years were about to greet him with the usual, 'Good afternoon, professor' in monotone voices, when they were cut off distractedly. The chalk had continued and hastily added more details to the drawing. Some horns a top his head, a pointier, sinister mustache and some big menacing eyes.

'Hey!' Professor Logan yelled out darting for the magicked chalk that was now adding 'evil' within 'The magical muggle' with an arrow.

More laughter came as the students' teacher wrestled with the chalk he bewitched.

Tristen felt excited and bored at the same time. No, she was excited and tired. A special case of insomnia for the little witch here. And with that map and cute Colin boy on her mind, she wasn't planning on it to get any better.

Her elbow flattened on the desk as she rested her head on her left palm. Her right hand was tapping away; her fingers being brought up and down on the solid surface of the desk.

'Curse of the Bogies!' Amelia said aloud. 'This is Bogies!' There was an unsettle silence in the Gryffindor common room. The students lounged around working silently in their cliques. It had been the first day and already, they had homework. Yes, the teachers were that cruel. Most of the first year Gryffindor girls studied together.

'It's bogies with a curse.' Tristen added to Amelia's out burst. They were working on the last piece of homework: Defense against the Dark Arts. They had to make notes on some of the common curses around. In the third line of curses, was the curse of the bogies which Professor Logan had briefly talked about.

'All those in favour of this homework being bogies, raise your right hand and say 'I'' Tristen held her own hand up oath-fully. Every hand raised in the air and chorused 'I's in unison. Now just the group of friends Tristen had directed this to, but the whole common room itself had seemed to have heard her and agreed without a second thought.

'Hey Tristen'

The girl wheeled around to face Bradley and Regulus. 'Anything on that parchment?'

'Yeah, me and Regulus 'ere, have a little bet to settle.' Bradley jabbed his thumb at his friend. Regulus rolled his eyes.

'Not this again.' Tristen thought hopelessly. The two boys stared at her seriously, digging deep in the depths of her brown eyes, searching for the answers they wanted to hear.

'I lost it.' Tristen lied.

'YOU LOST IT!' Bradley and Regulus' eyes bulged out in shock and disbelief.

'Yes, I lost it. That's what I said…twice now.' The boys stayed silent, unsure of what to think.

'When did you lose it?' Regulus asked.

'He just had to ask that question! Had just had to.' Tristen thought bitterly. It took her a second to come out with a well complex lie… 'This morning.'

'This morning?' Regulus repeated.

'Yes, this morning. That's what I just said…twice now.' She was getting tired of going through this routine, and found it to become a habit if they asked another question. Which of course, them being boys, they just HAD to do.

'Where?'

'Oh yes, 'where'. The infamous 'where'. Why didn't I think of it before? I should have just answered the rest of those five W's and how.' She thought. This girl was losing her temper.

'Look.' She bit out. 'I woke up this morning and couldn't find it. It must've flew out the window or something because I checked the dorm. Why? I don't know why. And I'm sure it was fine…because it didn't do anything funny.' She breathed out in one shot. 'And why do you guys have to get so worked up over this ruddy bit of parchment? It's a bloody spare bit of parchment for goodness sake!' 'Get a life!' She wanted to add. And no, after all that explanation, those two still didn't leave.

'Well, Regulus here wouldn't give up on that thought about it being bewitched.' Bradley glared at Regulus.

'Oh give me a break! Don't come crawling to me if that thing bites your heads off.' Regulus shooed off Bradley's glare attacks.

'It wasn't bewitched!' Both Bradley and Tristen bit out irritably at Regulus. Regulus just wouldn't back down.

'Look,' Tristen started again taking a breather. 'I tried a couple of spells on it, and nothing happened alright? So just drop it.'

'Let's see then.' Regulus encouraged, wanting some proof before he let it off.

'I LOST IT! For goodness sake…' Tristen turned her head to the wall and ran her hand through her chestnut brown hair.

'Oh right.' Regulus laughed.

'Now, look what you did Regulus.' Bradley blamed his friend for more then he really deserved. 'Ye gon' and got Tristen mad.'

'It wasn't my fault!'

'Sure it was-'

'WOULD YOU TWO STOP? YOU'RE MAKING A BLOODY SCENE!' Tristen yelled at them, causing more then half of the room that was looking at them before the avert their attention on the three. Dumb, Dumber and Smartest! Hey, it was better then the homework they got.

Okay, I haven't updated in awhile, and I really don't think you all care. I know my story isn't doing to well...and I can understand why. Trust me...I'm along with you people that don't like the idea of different characters in the story. Then I guess you all stare and point at me yelling "HYPOCRITE!". Hehee well I've been doing excellent with my other stories, on my well loved obsession...CardCaptor Sakura. Anyhow, hope this was pretty good. Feedback would be most appreciated. Thank you for those who actually have an interest in this thing!