Disclaimer: Ok. The only thing I own is…ummm…I'll have to get back to you on that. And the only thing that Spirit and Amaya own is…ummm… a couple cats…and…. uh… and Herman the fish (Amaya sniffles…HERMAN IS DEAD!). Unless they are holding out on me. In which case I am sorry for lying to you!

A/N: I would like to thank the Alligator girl (You know who you are! Lol) . And…my mom… and …Wait, why does this sound like I am receiving an award?

Chapter Five:

The next morning, Blaze was the first one awake, as usual. Glancing at the alarm clock on her bedside table, she rolled out of bed.

"Amaya! Spirit!" She yelled, running to each of their rooms. "Get up! Get up or you'll be late for class. You've both already missed breakfast!"

All she got in response were a few grunts.

"Come on! Get up!" She yelled again. Giving up, she turned and went to take a shower. When she got done, Amaya and Spirit were both awake, sitting on the edge of their beds.

"About time. We're going to be late!" Amaya said teasingly. Blaze rolled her eyes.

"Shut it. You really need to stop dragging us out on those late night 'run's'. I can't handle it and getting up on time. Not to mention we missed breakfast."

Amaya looked at her friend. "Pansy. And no one told you that you had to come with me. You both could have stayed here." She spat. Spirit's eyes lit up.

"Are you serious? You mean the you won't get mad next time if I stay here with a certain blonde boy?" She asked, looking at Amaya expectantly. Before Amaya could answer, Blaze did for her.

"Of course she would be mad at you. She's just saying this now because she knows we will go." She said, irritably. " Now, are you two going to get ready or not? You only have.." She looked at the clock on the wall and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. "One minute! Holy crap! See you guys later!" She said, hurrying out of the door.

Amaya and Spirit both smiled. " How long do you think it will take her to realize that she forgot to get dressed?" Spirit asked. Amaya looked at the clock.

"Three, two, one." She said as Blaze came bursting back into the room.

" Why didn't any one inform me that I still had only a towel on? "She asked, getting dressed. Amaya laughed.

"Well, you seem to have the answers any other time." She said. Blaze just glared at her and went back out the door.

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Blaze arrived at their first block Chemistry class about a minute too late. Walking to her usual seat in the front row, she flashed the teacher an apologetic smile, hoping he would forgive her. Instead of smiling back, as many normal nice teachers might, he glared at her.

"Well well. What do we have here?" He said." You're late! Who are you!" He asked, no, demanded is more the word for it. She looked at him, mouth hanging open. Never before had she been reprimanded by a teacher on the first day of class.

"Ummm…Blaze, sir. Blaze O'Malley." She answered, gaining control of herself. Every one in the class stared at her. Clearly they weren't used to seeing the 'smart one' be yelled at like this.

"Well, Ms. O'Malley, why ,might I venture to ask, were you late? Is it not a crucial part of the education here in America to be on time to your classes?" He spat hatefully at her. Her face turned red.

"Yes, sir. I mean, I, I overslept and I…" She began.

"Enough! Sit down so that I can provide the other's who were here on time the proper education." He ordered. She sat down and began to take notes.

Lucky for Amaya and Spirit, no, actually, lucky for the Professor, they didn't show up for the class.

In the back row, Harry felt sorry for the girl. He watched her for the rest of the lesson, ready to draw Snape's attention to himself if he were to single her out for any uncalled for reason. As he watched her, he couldn't help but notice that the black headed girl wasn't with her. He'd assumed that, since they were friends, that her, the blonde, and Blaze would all be taking the same classes.

About an hour or so later, the bell rang and signaled the end of the class.

When she got out into the hallway, she heard two people call her name simultaneously. She turned around to see Amaya and Spirit coming towards her, but in front of them, was Harry.

The three hurried over to her. Amaya gave Harry a death-glare as she pushed passed him and began speaking to Blaze. Harry just smiled weakly and let her pass.

"Hey." Amaya said. " Sorry we didn't make it to class. Spirit here was having a crisis when she learnt that the blonde headed kid.." She began, but Spirit interrupted her.

"Draco" She said.

Amaya rolled her eyes. " Whatever his name is. Anyway. She had a clothing crisis and it took me forever to convince her that she looked fine. So, how was class?" She asked, still ignoring Harry completely.

Blaze motioned for Harry to join them as they walked to the Gym for their next class. Blaze looked at Amaya.

"That Snape man is horrible! He yelled at me for being a minute late. A minute! Then, he wouldn't call on me the whole class, and he glared at me every time I made eye contact." She shuddered.

Harry laughed. "That's Professor Snape for you. He hates me because of my dad. Actually, he hates all of my friends too. Welcome to the club."

As if she didn't hear him, Amaya said, "I'd like to see him yell at me. I'd tell him were he could shove his wand!"

"I know you would." Blaze answered. " I was sort of hoping that you would have shown up and did just that. Anyway, have you heard anything about this Oliver Wood guy?" She asked them.

"Who" They both said in unison.

She shook her head, laughing. " Clearly not."

"I know him." Harry said. "He used to be the quidditch captain for my house team until he graduated. He was playing professionally until he got injured and they offered him this job. He's a pretty cool guy. Better than Snape, so don't worry about that. Not all Brits are a bunch of greasy gits." he added. Blaze laughed, as did Spirit. Only Blaze could see the smile playing at the corners of Amaya's mouth, even though she tried to hide it.

"So, he's really young right? I mean, to be a teacher and all." Blaze inquired curiously. This guy seemed interesting for some reason. She couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"Yeah, he is. He's only like 2 or 3 years older than us. Why?" He asked.

"No reason." Blaze said, blushing as they entered the classroom.

Amaya and Spirit exchanged a significant glance behind them. Never before had they heard their bookworm friend talk so much about a boy. And this is before she'd even met him.

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Chapter Five written by: Blaze