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A Second Chance by Devil's Demon
Chapter One: I Told You
"Move out of my way, scumbag!" A pushy, blond Slytherin girl yelled angrily at Remus Lupin, the Gryffindor Headboy. She was trying to make her way past him in the narrow hallway, and she was not being to nice about it. The first bell to announce the start of class had rung two minutes ago, and she decided she wouldn't be late.
He gave her a deep bow, and smiled. "Your Majesty." The girl sneered at his cheek, and stomped down on his foot as she stormed away. Remus held his foot in pain.
"Annabel Graham, Slytherin Headgirl. Isn't she an angel?" The girl next to him spoke quietly, in a sarcastic tone.
"An angel from Hell, maybe. She's in your house, Cally?" Remus asked, straightening up.
"Unfortunately, we share a dorm. She keeps me up with the friends she has over." They continued to walk to Potions as she talked.
"She's not allowed to..." Remus started, but was cut off quickly by Cally.
"I know, but that doesn't stop her. Her father is head of Magical Encounters, and a friend of the minister." She paused a second to make sure no one was in ear shot before continuing, "If her father talked to the minister, I'm sure she could get away with murder." They stopped outside the potion's door. No one was out in the hall. Class had started, and they could hear their Potion's Master giving instructions on the day's lesson.
"We'd better get in there." Remus whispered, cracking open the door. Cally slid past him, and glided over to her seat, unnoticed. 'How does she do that?' Remus thought as he also slipped into the room, unfortunately being seen by a few classmates. Cally turned and smiled at him, before taking out her notebook to copy notes.
The professor turned back to his class, after writing the instructions on the board, and smiled. "How was every ones weekend? Good?" There were a few nods. "Excellent! That's wonderful, because today you will need to be in a good mood to properly brew your potions." At this, annoyed looks were shot across the room. Some students mumbled, "He says that every time we brew something." The professor continued, unaware of the snide comments. "We will be making the Sil...Sil..well, we will be making a potion that brings out the best in a person. We must be extremely careful, I don't want to be around when someone messes with this brew." He chuckled, and wrote the ingredients
on the blackboard.