DISCLAIMER:lol OC chapter

"Corey, you're up already? I don't think anyone else is excited for Snape's class. you're re–"

"Would you shut up, you nameless, simpering, sycophant? I can't believe I'm in...what was it again? Hufflepuff. Imagine needing to waste brain cells on this..."

Corey ran his hand through his hair as that pale imitation of a human kept moving its mouth in an attempt to communicate. Of all the houses, Gryffindor for its (admittedly barbaric) strength, Ravenclaw for its (admittedly irrelevant) research, Slytherin for its(admittedly pompous) cunning. And he got...

...

Right, Hufflepuff. Even the name lacked impact.

Remaining unaffected was better than a tangible setback, he supposed. While slightly separated from Harry Potter, there was plenty of time to meet up with and exploit the fool. He only hoped that Hermione character wouldn't be able to influence Harry. She had an average level of intelligence, but being utterly uncharismatic probably remained a non-issue. Then again, Harry's idiocy knew no limits.

For the moment, Corey needed to find what the school itself offered him. Picking up his cauldron, book, and GottsX06(courtesy of Potter's perished parent's plentiful prosperity), he headed down to the dungeon.

Snape snored, rolling over in bed. Since there were four class periods, and there were only three houses to teach, he got to sleep in this year. Lucky~

"The door's locked!" Sure it may have been early, but come on! If you aren't going to spend on renovating the place, you can at least spend on educators! Corey could easily accomplish whatever was going to be taught in the first year with self study, but the whole point of coming to Hogwarts was to exploit the idiotic do-gooders here. If he locked himself up, there would be no point.

Frustrated, he trudged back to the...Hufflepuff common room get his materials for transfiguration. Reading up on human transfiguration, he sat down on a rather uncomfortable chair. What a pitiable state he was in, working alone like this. Light or Dark, great wizards always had a cadre of contemporaries to help them.

And here he was alone. Save for an uncomfortable chair, and some irritating white noise.

Ah well, looks like it's time for Transfiguration.

Books and wand in hand, Corey wasn't feeling anxious, but he was not excited for this next class. After all, he more or less threw himself under the bus for Harry in front of McGonagall. Some sacrifices just have to be made. So long as he kept his head down, she shouldn't have any problem with him.

Sitting down in a desk close to the front, yet far enough that any 'extra' notes and questions he wrote down wouldn't be seen(not that he wrote them down in english(not that they weren't encoded anyhow)), he waited for the teacher.

She didn't show.

"Did she forget about us?" Corey was feeling so frustrated, it sounded like his subconscious was speaking to him. But why was it so effeminate? The majestic plural wasn't all that unexpected, but it was still weird how real it sounded.

Well, Professor Sprout was the head of...Hufflepuff, that's the one.

Please feel free to take whatever you need! I had such lovely classes with Ravenclaw and Slytherin, I can't wait for my precious students in Gryffindor!

"YOU'RE THE DAMN HOUSE HEAD! HOW CAN YOU FORGET ABOUT YOUR OWN HOUSE?"