Disclaimer: Bree and the rules are mine. The rest is not.


There was an air of excitement among the first years, flying lessons were to begin on Thursday. The wizard-born students told stories about growing up flying. Especially Malfoy, who told long, boastful stories that always seemed to end with him narrowly escaping Muggles in helicopters. At least, he did before Bree asked him to describe a helicopter. After he was through giving his description, Bree stared at him and said "You just described a passenger jet." He shut up after that.

Thursday morning at breakfast Neville was sent a Remembrall, a device that Bree decided was utterly useless as it let you know you'd forgotten something, but didn't tell you what you'd forgot. Malfoy's attempt to start a fight by stealing the Remembrall, was quickly derailed by McGonagall.

At three-thirty that afternoon the Gryffindor and Slytherin first years were gathered outside for their first flying lesson. Bree eyed the brooms that were lined up on the ground warily. She had heard the Weasely twins complain about them, saying that some of them started to vibrate if you flew too high, or always flew slightly to the left.

Their teacher, Madam Hooch, arrived. She had short, gray hair, and yellow eyes like a hawk.

"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."

"Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch, once everyone was next to a broom, "and say 'Up!'"

"UP" everyone shouted.

Harry's broom jumped into his hand at once, but it was one of the few that did. Hermione's had simply rolled over on the ground, Bree's had jumped six inches into the air, before falling back to the ground, and Neville's hadn't moved at all.

Madam Hooch then showed them how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end, and walked up and down the rows correcting their grips. Harry and Ron were delighted when she told Malfoy he'd been doing it wrong for years.

"Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle — three — two —" But Neville, frightened of being left on the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips. "Come back, boy!" she shouted, but Neville kept rising up and up until- Wham!- he fell of the broom and landed with a sickening crack.

Madam Hooch was bending over Neville, her face as white as his. "Broken wrist," she muttered. "Come on, boy — it's all right, up you get." She turned to the rest of the class. "None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing! You leave those brooms where they are or you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch.' Come on, dear." Neville, his face tear-streaked, clutching his wrist, hobbled off with Madam Hooch, who had her arm around him. No sooner were they out of earshot than Malfoy burst into laughter. "Did you see his face, the great lump?" Bree immediately put him on her mental hit list.

"Look!" he exclaimed, darting forward and snatching something out of the grass. "It's that stupid thing Longbottom's gran sent him." The Remembrall glittered in the sun as he held it up. "Give that here, Malfoy," said Harry quietly. Everyone stopped talking to watch. Malfoy smiled nastily.

"I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find. How about… up a tree?" "Give it here!" Harry yelled, but Malfoy had leapt onto his broomstick and taken off. He hadn't been lying, he could fly well. Hovering level with the topmost branches of an oak he called, "Come and get it, Potter!" Harry grabbed his broom. "No!" shouted Hermione Granger. "Madam Hooch told us not to move, you'll get us all into trouble."

Harry ignored her and took of after Draco. Harry chased after Draco until Draco threw the Remembrall. Harry dived after it. He caught it about a foot off the ground.

A sudden shout rang through the air. "HARRY POTTER!" Professor McGonagall was running toward them. "Never, in all my time at Hogwarts " Professor McGonagall was almost speechless with shock, and her glasses flashed furiously, "how dare you, might have broken your neck."

"It wasn't his fault, Professor —"

"Be quiet, Miss Patil"

"But Malfoy —"

"That's enough, Mr. Weasley. Potter, follow me, now." Harry followed McGonagall into the school. Bree turned to Ron. "What kind of flowers should we get him for his funeral?" she asked innocently.


At dinner Bree saw Malfoy and his goons saunter up to Harry and begin taunting him. Bree heard the talk about a Wizard's Duel, whatever that was, and then Malfoys and the goons began to leave. The blond girl began flicking peas at Goyle's head as the trio passed by. He didn't notice until she had tossed a whole handful at him. He retaliated by chucking a bowl of mashed potatoes at her. She ducked, and it hit one of the Weasely twins instead. Suddenly it devolved into all out madness and by the end of the affair there wasn't a student who wasn't covered in food. The teachers didn't figure out who had started it until the next day.


Rule 205. Not allowed to start a food fight.


The next day was Friday, which meant potions with the Slytherins. Harry, Ron, Neville, and Hermione appeared to be quite tired, and Draco was being more annoying than usual, so Bree had taken to flicking newts eyes at the back of his head when Snape wasn't looking. Eventually, one of the newts eyes missed and hit Crabbe instead. He responded by sending a frog liver her way, but it missed and hit Ron. Ron's temper got the best of him and he began flinging his potions ingredients at Crabbe.


- especially not during Potions class


Bree ducked under the table as potion ingredients began flying between the Gryffindor and Slytherin students. The chaos only lasted for a minute because Snape noticed, and some of the ingredients landed in a few cauldrons, which caused them to begin releasing noxious fumes that forced the class to evacuate.


A week later, at breakfast, the morning mail had come. This wasn't unusual, but the six large screech owls that were carrying a large package were. They dropped their burden in front of Harry, who read the attached letter and quickly left the hall with Ron and the package. The students spent the rest of the day guessing what was in the package, except for Malfoy, who insisted that it was a broom.


At potions that week, the whole class was silently chopping potions ingredients. Suddenly, a shout of "Die you bastards! Die!" came from Bree, who was enthusiastically chopping her ingredients. This of course startled everyone in the room.


203. Not allowed to exclaim "Die you bastards! Die!" when chopping potions ingredients.


Snape deducted ten house points for the outburst, and assigned Bree fifty lines. Silence returned to the classroom. At least until Bree decided she no longer wanted to be in class. Then the class was treated to the sound of Bree screaming while waving her flaming sleeve around.


158. Not allowed to set my robes on fire to get out of potions.


Snape quickly put Bree out, than sent her to the hospital wing for minor burns on her wrist, never realizing that Bree had intentionally set her robes on fire. At least not until the next class when he caught her doing it again.


Another week another first years potions class. Snape never like teaching first years but this year the Slytherin/Gryffindor class was the one he despised most of all. No longer was this fact because of Harry Potter, the son of the arrogant James Potter. Now it was because of muggleborn student, Bree Smith. The American seemed to have made it her life's mission to set one thing on fire each class. The first two times this had happened she had set herself on fire in order to leave class early. The third time she had set her partner, Pansy Parkinson, on fire.


- nor am I allowed to set my partners robes on fire to get out of potions.


Admittedly it probably hadn't been a good idea to put Parkinson and Smith together, but he had been hoping that the Slytherin would be able to keep the pyromaniac from setting anything ablaze. He hadn't been expecting Bree to set Pansy on fire.

The fourth time Smith had set her textbook on fire.


- or my textbook.


She had been hopeful that without her textbook, she wouldn't be able to participate in the class. She put the book out herself when she realized how upset her Mother would be at her for burning it. Apparently, while Bree didn't care at all about angering the potions Professor, just the thought of angering her own Mother terrified her. Snape briefing wondered if he was losing his touch.


On Halloween nothing of particular interest happened, aside from learning the hover charm, until the Halloween feast that evening. The Great Hall was decorated festively, students were happily chattering away, and then Professor Quirrell came running in. "Troll! Troll in the dungeons! I thought you ought to know." he exclaimed before fainting on the floor. Most of the hall began to panic, except for the Gryffindors who were staring at Bree after she had exclaimed "Woo Hoo! We're all going to die!"


Rules 306. "Woo Hoo! We're all going to die!" is not the proper response for any emergency situation.


Dumbledore got the students the calm down, then ordered the prefects to lead their houses back to their dorms. Percy took to his role immediately. Outside of the Gryffindor common room, Bree noticed something.

"Percy, Harry and Ron were with us when we left the hall, but now they're gone." she told the prefect.

"What!" Percy exclaimed. A quick and frantic search revealed that, not only were Ron and Harry gone, Hermione was gone as well. Percy immediately went to go find them. The twins attempted to follow.

"You two stay here." Percy commanded.

"No way." George protested.

"Ron is our brother too." stated Fred.

"I already have one brother missing. I don't want to have to worry about you two as well. Stay here where it's safe!" Percy snapped, stunning the twins in to silence as he slammed the portrait hole shut, then told the fat lady not to open up for anyone in the common room until it was safe.


Later on, while the students in Gryffindor tower were finishing the feast, Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered the common room being escorted by Percy, who was fussing over Ron. The twins went over to demand an explanation, and to poke fun at Percy who they said was getting to be more protective then their Mum, but they were really quite pleased with this new side of their brother.


And that's it for this chapter. Snape is bound to have more problems dealing with Bree, and, if we're lucking, maybe Percy won't pick a job over his family later on.

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