A/N: What is a C2? It says this story is on a C2 called "Instant Classics". I'm very, very glad if you think my story is an instant classic, but I'm wondering how it got there. I don't remember putting it on a C2. Did a virus put it there? Or did someone just choose my story to be there? If my story was chosen, thank you very, very much. I'm extremely glad that you liked my story enough to think it was an instant classic. My sister will be thrilled when I tell her! Anyway, on with the story.
The next day, Crow and Andrea made their way from the Gryffindor dormitory through the maze of hallways and corridors to their classes. Luckily, the both had basically the same schedule.
"What do you have first?" inquired Andrea of Crow.
"Astronomy, same as you." Was Crow's enigmatic reply.
"Great!" Andrea grinned. She couldn't wait to get started. Finally, a school where it wouldn't matter if she couldn't read or spell or do math for beans. "I can't wait. I wonder if we'll see Harry or Ron or Hermione! They should be in 6th year, too!"
"Great." Crow didn't sound nearly as thrilled as Andrea. He had never gotten into the Harry Potter books as much as Andrea had, even though she had tried time and time again to get him to read them. He wasn't much of the reading type. "So when's lunch?"
In Astronomy, they didn't see anyone Andrea recognized from the books. In fact, they didn't see anyone in their next three classes, either. But then Andrea looked down at her schedule and saw what she had been fearing most of all: Potions.
"Oh great, we have Potions next." She groaned to Crow.
"Cool." Was his reply. "That Professor Snape dude always sounded kick-ass."
"Cro-ow. He is not. He is evil." Andrea stated. "He's mean to all the Gryffindors, and that means us, too. Knowing him, he probably has something against dyslexics."
"Probably not." Crow tried to reassure her. But it wasn't working. Andrea had a gut instinct that something was about to happen, and it wouldn't be good.
When they approached the room and were looking for seats, Andrea noticed Harry, Ron, and Hermione sitting near the window. She went down and sat next to them.
"Hi, you guys."
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Hi."
"You're the new girl, aren't you?" inquired Hermione inquisitively. "Dumbledore left the feast yesterday to see to you. I was wondering about you. And your friend…" she said, looking uneasily at Crow and his black Mohawk. Andrea rolled her eyes good-naturedly. Academic types were always freaked out by his black Mohawk; they had been ever since first grade.
"He's fine. Don't worry. Harmless. Really." Andrea told them. "Nice. My friend."
"Well, that's good." Said Hermione spritely.
Suddenly, Ron looked up. "Hey, he doesn't have an accent!"
"Nope, he's American." Andrea told everyone with a grin. "I've always told him I like our accents better. But he seems to prefer not having one at all. Insane." She rolled her eyes.
Just then, Snape came to the front of the room. "Attention, class. I mean it. The next one to say a single word will have their head chopped off." Of course, Andrea knew he was not serious: she knew about his empty threats from the books. And Crow was too nonchalant to really care what he had said. Andrea just hoped he wouldn't cause too much trouble.
"Now, if you'll all turn your books to page 123, we can begin today's lesson…" Andrea signed. This was going to be a very boring class.
A/N: Sorry so short! I might have the next chapter ready before tomorrow. I actually started working on it before this one, but then decided to stop and do this one instead! Please review, I need some reviews, and I know people have read this because it has 14 hits! Thanks!
