Chapter 5 - The First Day

"This," Tutra mumbled while eating her bacon and egg sandwich, "Is the best thing i've ever tasted."

"Really?" Regina snatched the sandwich out of Tutra's hand and took a bite. "Oh, wow, that is really good." Tutra scowled and took her sandwich back, so Regina reached forward and got her own off of the platter.

Professor Longbottom stood up, not getting anyone's attention. He stomped his foot on the floor. Still, no one listened. He put his wand to his throat, magnifying his voice. "Ahem." Everyone jumped. "I would like to introduce our staff for this year, before they all leave to set up their classes." All the students groaned, except for the first years. "Fine. I'll make it quick." He grumbled. "As you all should know by now, I am Neville Longbottom, your Headmaster, and I also teach Herbology. This is your Deputy Headmistress and Care of Magical Creatures Professor, Luna Lovegood." Professor Lovegood stood up as the Headmaster pointed to her. "For Transfiguration, you have Professor Padma Patil, not to be confused with your Divination Professor, Parvati Patil."

Tutra leaned in and whispered to Regina, "We won't have Care of Magical Creatures or Divination until our third year." Regina nodded. The Headmaster went on and on, introducing Professor O'Hanegan, Madam Ness, and quite a few other teachers Regina would have. Finally, he finished, and Regina turned her attention back to her plate.

Regina was eating her food, when she looked around and noticed that strange boy with the blond hair again, walking into the Great Hall and taking a seat across from Tutra. She was really curious to know where she recognized him from, so she worked up the courage to ask him his name.

"Hello," She began.

He grumbled.

Regina ignored this rude behavior and continued,"What's your name?"

"Henri Malfoy. Go away." He pushed her away and she fell back into her seat.

Henri Malfoy… The first thought that came into her head was a memory from when she was five years old. A boy her age was curled up in his father's arms, and Regina's dad greeted them at the front door. "Hi, Scorpius. Hi, Henri." He said. Regina remembered seeing this boy and his parents come over a few times before, but this time both of them were in tears. "So what exactly happened with Magnolia?" Regina's dad asked them, and then the memory faded out of her mind. The two had never come over again after that visit.

She thought about what this could mean. All she had known at the time was that something had happened to his mother, and that they couldn't see her again. She hadn't understood when she was five, but remembering this she realized that his mother must have… died. She felt so bad for Henri.

Tutra tapped Regina on the shoulder, making her jump. "We don't have much time before Transfiguration. We should probably go ahead and start on our way. We still want to be on time in case we get lost."

"Um… yeah. Okay. Let's go!" Regina wiped her mouth off and got up to find the Transfiguration room with Tutra.

After a staircase moved and led them to the other side of the castle, they finally found the right way, and pushed open the doors leading to the classroom. The room was filled with Gryffindors and her fellow Ravenclaws.

"Ooooh! Professor, someone's late!" A boy from Gryffindor called out.

Professor Patil, who was walking up and down the classroom, whacked the boy over the head with a book. "I'll excuse it. Hogwarts is a big, confusing place, especially for you first years." She turned to Regina and Tutra. "What are your names, girls?"

"Um, I'm Regina Potter,"

"And I'm Tutra Granger-Weasley,"

"Oh! I knew your grandparents! They were heroes! I wonder what great things you will accomplish!" She exclaimed. "Um, take a seat next to Mr. Malfoy over here." She said, her voice back to a serious tone.

Regina and Tutra took their seats next to Henri Malfoy. He looked as annoyed as ever to have that girl who spoke to him at breakfast sitting next to him.

Professor Patil walked back up to the front of the room by her desk and the blackboard. "Today, we'll only be discussing some theory of Transfiguration. Your first attempt at transfiguring something will be on Friday, when you'll try matchsticks into needles. But, if you want extra credit, you can show me how you turn a matchstick into a needle before class on the days before."

Regina pulled out a notepad, and wrote down, Extra credit, matchstick into needle. Will ask if Tutra knows incantation. She realized this looked like something Tutra would do, but this time, she didn't mind. After all, Tutra was her friend now, and there was no point in not doing well in school. Anyway, this was streotypical Ravenclaw behavior, and everyone knew she was in it.

After Transfiguration, Regina and Tutra had some spare time before Charms class. They headed back to the Ravenclaw common room to try the transfiguring of a matchstick to needle.

"I need to get this right as soon as possible!" Tutra muttered while flipping through her book for the incantation.

"Tutra, it's only our first day! I want to try it as well, but we've barely learned anything in class so far!" Regina told her. Tutra gave Regina a look that said, I don't care. Tutra gestured to the rest of the room. And they don't care either. Almost all the other first years in her class were trying to figure out how to do this as well.

Well, it was kind of exciting to try it, so Regina decided to attempt it with everyone else. "Oh! I found it!" Tutra exclaimed. "Ignisacus!" She flicked her wand at the matchstick. Nothing happened. Tutra groaned. "Ignisacus! Ignisacus!" She repeated multiple times. Tutra yanked at her fiery red hair in rage, undoing her tight bun.

"Professor Patil said that Transfiguration is a science where you have to be exact. We're just first years on our first day, with no knowledge of anything about this except for one one-hour lecture." Regina told her to calm her down.

"Well I expect better from myself." Tutra grumbled.

"No one else here has gotten it yet. Here, let me try, and you'll see that all of us are clueless as to how to do this." Regina took out her wand, and focused her attention on the matchstick. She remembered how Transfiguration was an exact science, and how careful and precise she had to be. "Ignisacus!" Nothing seemed to happen, but when Regina picked up the matchstick, she pricked her finger on something. "Ow!" She looked closely, and realized that the tiniest fraction of the matchstick was thin and silver. "Oh my dumbledore. Tutra, Tutra look!" Regina called out. Tutra was distracted, and watching the other kids try and transfigure their matchsticks. Regina realized that it probably wasn't best to show her this, because she would probably just get angrier. Regina instead pulled out some parchment and a quill, and decided to start writing a letter home to her parents.


Charms, on the other hand, was a different story. While Professor Maskimov talked, Tutra wrote down everything about wand design as she could in her notebook, while Regina struggled to follow along. On the way to Potions, Tutra had somehow made flashcards about how wand cores affect the magic.

"You made that in class?"

"Of course. There was so much spare time after jotting down my notes."


Potions was awful. Professor O'Hanegan was nice enough, and he loved to jump right into things, as Regina learned when he said, "Welcome to Potions, first years! Today we'll be Brewing swelling solution!" Regina thought he was really cool and fun, and she was excited to actually be doing some magic on her first day.

It was an interesting group brew. The Professor had a cauldron on his desk, and he called up random students to add the ingredients. First he called up Leola Benton to count out the dried nettles and pufferfish eyes and add them to the mortar. She scanned the jars of ingredients that were at the back of the classroom for what felt like an hour, until she finally found the right ingredients and put them in. Next he asked Lurline Amato, a shy Hufflepuff, to come up to the mortar and pestle and crush the ingredients into a fine powder. When she returned to her seat, the ingredients were barely crushed enough. Professor O'Hanegan just smiled and said, "Let me just finish that for you, Lurline!" and ground up the ingredients.

A few more students helped with the brewing, and the Professor told them to come back at 2:00 after the potion brewed.

Finally, once they returned to class, Tutra got a chance to show off what she could do. She was asked to find a bat spleen and drop it into the potion. Regina was sure that she would get everything exactly right. She was Tutra, after all. Tutra finally picked something up that looked to Regina like… a bezoar? Regin loved to watch her father brew potions at home, and knew her way around a few ingredients. What was Tutra doing adding that to the potion? She carefully dropped it in, and the Professor didn't even notice her mistake.

Regina was itching to do something about it, and when Professor O'Hanegan called her up to stir the potion, she had her chance. Instead of sprinting right up to the cauldron, she bolted for the ingredients. She had no idea what she was doing. She just thought that if her dad had made a mistake with his potions, he would have dropped anything in to fix it. "What are you doing, child?" The Professor asked. Regina first got a bat spleen, because that was what the potion was missing. Then she took whatever looked reasonable in her mind to undo whatever the bezoar was doing to the potion, and dropped it in. She caught her breath and realized what she had done. The whole class was staring at her. Tutra was shaking her head in disapproval. She looked up at Professor O'Hanegan, who was staring at the potion, not knowing how to fix what had happened. After a minute or so, he looked at Regina in disbelief. "You. Sit down. Now." He said, shaking with the fury that he was trying to hide. Regina slowly walked down to her seat next to Tutra, who had her face buried in her hands. Professor O'Hanegan took the potion and set it down in the area behind his desk. "Class dismissed." He groaned. "And you, Miss Potter. Detention. 8:00 p.m., right here in my classroom."

Regina turned pink. Tutra didn't say a word to her as they left the room.