All Harry Potter characters belong to JK Rowling--if you didn't know that by now, then...ew.
Authors Note: The S-K-A-R thing is an inside joke.. xD From a story that I wrote a while back. I wouldn't mind posting it for you guys.. it's only like...70 words long anyway. :P
Oh yeah.. I tried making the spells as accurate as possible by looking up the actual spells.. but there are a few that I had to make up myself (I think they appear in later chapters) and it's obvious that I made them up. Just..letting you know..
Double Charms, 10:21 a.m.
"And that, Mr. Potter, is how you spell 'Scar'.." Hermione placed the chalk down on the chalk holder and turned away from the board. Harry ruffled his hair a bit, looking frusterated. 'I don't get it..' he thought, 'Dad always told me it was S-K-A-R..'
"Now, who can tell me what spell you would use to make objects vanish..?" said Hermione Granger-Weasley, sweeping her eyes across each of her students.
Will's hand immediately shot up; Hermione smirked. "Very well. William..?"
"The spell is called 'Evanesco', which literally means "To vanish"." said Will as-a-matter-of-factly.
Hermione beamed. "Excellent! Take 5 points for Gryffindor.." she said, pacing along the row of tables occupied by the students. Someone in the back of the room let out a displeased snort and Hermione stopped dead in her tracks, turning towards the direction of where the sound came from.
"Something the matter, Mr. Malfoy..?" Hermione asked shortly, tilting her head to one side.
"This is ridiculous!" blurted Draco, rising from his seat. The other students turned in their chairs to look at him. "This is favoritism!" Draco slammed his fist onto his desk, causing the kids at his table to jump slightly. "Giving points for something so primary and simple? Wait til my father hears about this.."
Hermione stood silently for a moment, studying him with her eyes, before speaking. "..Very well, Draco. Have a seat.." Draco sat after a moments hesitation. "..Could you tell me, Draco, who created the Philosopher's stone?" Hermione inquired with a faint smile.
"Er..well.." mumbled Draco, glancing at Crabbe and Goyle,sitting on either side of him,for support. Behind Hermione, Will was bouncing in his seat, franticly waving his hand in the air.
"..I see.." Hermione mumured, whirling around to face the rest of the class.
"Can anyone tell me who created the Philosopher's stone?" said Hermione Granger as she weaved her way between tables, staring over the heads of her students.
A suspicious looking, greasy haired 3rd year raised his hand.
"Go ahead, Serevus. Who created the Philosopher's stone?"
"Yo' Momma!" Serevus answered confidently before his eyes widened with horror and he clamped his hands over his mouth.
"Excuse me?" Hermione stalked towards Serevus. "Would you like to repeat that, Mr. Snape?"
Two seats behind Serevus, Harry Sirius Ronald James Remus Potter twitched his wand at Serevus' back and murmured something under his breath..
"Yo' Momma!" Serevus croaked from behind his hands, shrinking down into his seat.
"..I see. You know, I don't know what's gotten into you.. but I think this deserves ANOTHER week of detention.." Hermione chided before whirling around to face the rest of the class. "7 inches of parchment on details of the Philosopher's stone and the TRUE creator due Friday!" The entire class groaned(Harry groaned the loudest, of course).
"Now.." Hermione walked to the front of the class. "Let us pratice the evanesco charm.."
Class was dismissed an hour later and the students exited the class and emptied out into the hall(Harry and Will lagged behind to wait for Germy, who recieved a good scolding from Hermione for falling asleep in class again..).
"I can't believe her!" said Germione, walking quickly down the hallway, tossing her head as she spoke. "I mean, you can't blame me for falling asleep. I go through this sort of thing every day!" Several students had to jump sideways out of Germione's path to avoid being ran over; Will and Harry were practicly jogging just to keep up with her.
"Oh come off of it, Germione. She's only trying to help.." offered Will. "You shouldn't be falling asleep durring classes. Right Harry?"
"Mmhm.." mumbled Harry a bit distractedly. The trio aproached the painting of the big fat lady, who was happily helping herself to a bottle of sherry wine.
"Passwo-ord.." The portrait hicced, tipping slightly in her seat.
"Bibity-Bobity-Boo" the three said in unison; the portrait swung open and they entered the Gryffindor common room. The room was almost empty, save a few 6th years who were clustered up in a corner over their books and a single 4th year girl sitting on the couch infront of the fireplace, her blonde hair illuminated by the flames.
"Hey you! On the couch!" Harry blurted aloud, receiving several awkward looks; the girl looked over and Harry saw Will straighten up out of the corner of his eye.
"So McGonagall actually had the sense to put you into Gryffindor, hm?" said Harry, ruffling his hair a bit as he aproached the couch. "Well, if you stick with us Caitlin, I promise to make your years at Hogwarts quite memorable."
Caitlin smiled, rising from her seat. "Sounds exciting."
Germione scoffed, heading straight for the portrait door. "Class. Don't want to be late.." She mumbled before stepping out.
"Yes, I should go too." said Caitlin quietly, gathering up her things. "I'll see you guys at dinner.." She walked to the portrait door, smiling at Will as she passed; Will returned the smile with a cheesy one of his own.
Harry plopped down onto the couch with Will following suit seconds after. They stared into the fireplace in silence, watching the flames flicker and dance within, before either of them decided to break the silence.
"She's cool.." said Harry.
"She's sweet.." murmured Will at almost the exact same time Harry spoke; they both snapped their heads around to look at each other, cracking their necks in the process. Harry cursed under his breath, rubbing at the nape of his neck.
"So, what, you like her or something?" asked Harry.
"What? No!" Will exclaimed, putting on an alarmed expression. One look at Harry's face and Will could tell he wasn't buying the act..
"Well, I mean...I.." Will shrugged. "I don't know.." He leaned back in his seat, staring back into the fireplace for a moment before a thought popped into his mind.
"Do YOU like her?" asked Will, with a bit of testy-ness to his voice.
Harry stared at the expression on Will's face. 'He looks..crazed..' he thought, fidgiting slightly. '..No worries, though..'
"No, not at all mate..!" said Harry with a bit of a laugh. "I mean, she's cool and all, but.." He shrugged, unsure of what else to say. '..To early to decide, anyway. ..Who knows what could happen..'
December 14th
Great Hall, 8:30 a.m.
The Great hall was unusually quiet as students began filing in for breakfast, as it had been every morning since school had started. Harry sat at the Gryffindor table, flicking his wand threateningly at his goblet of pumpkin juice. Will and Germy wandered over the table (both looking quite exhausted), each taking a seat across from Harry.
"Evanesco!" said Harry grandly, flicking his wand at the goblet numerous times. He glanced over to find Will chuckling behind his bowl of oatmeal. "..What's funny?" asked Harry, slamming his wand down onto the table.
"Nothing, nothing really.." mumbled Will, though his grin suggested otherwise. "It's just..you're going about it all wrong, mate. Here, I'll show you." Harry watched on as Will fished his wand out of his robes, then pointed it at his own goblet.
"Evanesco." Will said simply with a light flick of the wrist; the goblet faded away instantly.
"That was amazing!" a dazed voice said behind Harry. Will looked up and nearly choked on his tongue.
"Uh..Thank you. Thank you, Caitlin.." He said, looking down into his oatmeal.
"Mind if I sit?" asked Caitlin, peering down at Harry who slid down the bench to make room.
"So, what's going on? How do you like Hogwarts so far?" Harry inquired while helping himself to some bacon.
"Oh, it's brilliant!" exclaimed Caitlin, clapping her hands together. "I've met so many kind people here.."
Germy stared blankly at Caitlin, stuffing a piece of bacon into her mouth.
"The classes are so well taught, and the teachers are excellent.."
Germy stiffled a yawn behind the back of her hand.
"I'm looking forward to the rest of the year. Especially the ball.."
Germy's head snapped up immediately. "Ball?" she asked, "What ball?"
"You haven't heard?" asked Caitlin, tilting her head slightly. "The Yule ball. It's next week, Open to years 4 and above. Someone was just telling me about it the other night.."
Germy's face fell. "Oh.." she murmured in a deflated tone.
"Of course, if acompanied by someone in their 4th year or higher, 3rd years can also attend the ball.." said Caitlin.
Germy sat up straight in her seat. "Oh!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together like Caitlin had done just moments ago. Will also sat up straight.
"Do you, uh, have any ideas of who you'd like to go to the ball with?" He asked, wringing his hands in his lap.
Caitlin's smile slowly faded away. "Not at all. I mean, I don't really know any of the guys yet.."
"What about Fredric Diggory?" offered Harry, much to the horror of both Germione and Will.
"I..don't know. I've never talked to him before. It'd be too awkward.." said Caitlin, smiling a bit; Germione and Will relaxed at this.
"Well, if all else fails, you could always just take me..!" said Harry jokingly, nudging Caitlin with his elbow. Caitlin's smokey eyes grew wide.
"Really? Oh, Harry, that would be wicked!" exclaimed Caitlin, throwing her arms around Harry; Germione and Will's jaws hit the table.
"Wait a minute..!" argued Harry, but Caitlin quickly jumped to her feet and scampered off, looking quite excited. Harry cleared his throat and mentally counted to ten before looking up just in time to see Will rising from the table and walking briskly towards the entrence hall without saying a word.
'..Dammit..'
"Hey, wait up mate!" Harry jumped to his feet and rushed after Will, leaving Germione alone at the table.
'I can't BELIEVE this!' She thought, clentching her fists under the table. 'The audacity..the nerve of that boy..'
A handsome boy donned in the Hufflepuff robes strode past the Gryffindor table, followed by a group of gaggling girls vying for his attention. Germione followed his movemnts with her eyes and a slow smirk crept across her face. 'Very well. I guess I'll just have to play along..'
TO BE CONTINUED..