A/N: They did not know them before. They only just met them now. Thanks for the review! And thank you everyone else for your NICE reviews. I did NOT appreciate the flames. I frankly don't really care if you had an IM conversation about me, and you can go ahead and have more, I don't care. You can post as many IMs as you want in my review box, who say's I'll read them. I printed out the nice reviews to show to my sister, but I didn't tell her about the bad ones because I don't want her to feel bad. Shame on you for making fun of dyslexic people. You should do what it says in my profile. Oh, and if you think my writing's so bad, I made it better in this chapter. I used a dictionary and a spellcheck and a thesorus. So hah! Thank you for the nice reviews.

Andrea sat at the desk, willing the class to conclude. At present, she was waiting for her liquid remedy to cease brewing. Ron was blowing bubble gum at the chair next to her. Crow was listening to rap music. Hermione was doing her coursework. Harry was providing Draco Malfoy with evil death glares.

Just then, Snape approached her. "What in the middle name of Pete are you doing, Mrs. Taylor?" he asked fiercely. "I don't know where you got the initiative that you can just sit around and do nothing, but at this schooling institution we labour, not engage in recreation!"

"I regress," mumbled Andrea, not feeling regressful in the least. "But what, pray tell, do you propose I accomplish in my spare time whilst I wait for my liquid remedy to distil?"

"You may as well get a head start on your coursework for this evening," Snap snapped. "And I still stand by my threat from previous moments!"

Andrea sighed, and focused her gaze towards her concoction. "It's not just," she mumbled. "I wish we were in a different class!"

(A/N: Oh, who cares about this. I hate using the thesorus. Those of you who complained are just going to have to deal with it, because I don't care what you think! It's fanfiction, it's supposed to be fun, and I don't have to spend so much time looking up better words just so you won't make fun of my sister and her dyslexia. So yeah.)

"I hate this class," she whispered to Crow, who silently agreed.

"It's almost over. Well, halfway over." He whispered back. "Maybe the time will fly; who knows? Just be glad you're not back home, in Language Arts or something."

"Yeah, but other things are just as bad for me." She whispered back. "Any class where you have to write. Which is basically everything."

"Yeah." Crow whispered back.

Just then, Snape came up to the back of the room where they were sitting. "Andra, will you come with me please?" she did.

When they got to his desk, he spoke. "I would like a 5 page paper about this potion we are brewing." He said. "I'll need it by tomorrow, at the latest. If you have any trouble writing it, don't come and talk to me. Just do it."

Andrea was shocked. "Is this for the whole class? Should I tell everyone else?"

"No, this is just for you. I want to see your writing level as a new student."

"Then you want Crow as well?"

"No, just you. From his hair, I think I can tell that he fits into the category of the loner teenage male who can neither write nor communicate in any way." He smiled viciously, and Andrea was sure that he knew all too well about her problem.

"Well then, I'll just go tell Dumbledore about this!" she whispered furiously to herself. "This is so completely unfair!" and with that thought in mind, she managed to survive the rest of the period."

A/N: sorry so short, blame it on the FLAMERS.