Albus-

Albus Potter walked into potions class alone. He found himself a seat in the back so he could go unnoticed.

'Geez, I hope no one sits next me. Usually when that happens they have other friends in class and start talking up a storm,' he thought.

Suddenly, a fairly tall girl sat next to him. She had a peacock feather in her hair and she had a small heart-shaped mole on her left cheek bone.

'Great. Another obnoxious teen witch. Just what I need.'

She turned around and looked him dead in the eyes. Her eyes were a piercing brown and her skin was a golden tan. Not like a fake tan, but a natural gold.

"Hi, can we split your ink. I'm running out."

Albus didn't even bother to look at her and just handed her the ink. He mumbled something that sounded like 'sure'.

Professor Montgomery walked in. He was a rather tall and skinny man that was going balled.

"Alright, this quarter we will be discussing curing potions." He went on and on about antiserums from acne to broken bones.

"Now the person that is sitting next to you will be your permanent partner for the year."

Albus and the girl looked at each other, followed by an awkward stare-down.

"I'm Camila De la Vega," said the girl. She extended her hand.

"Albus Potter." He did the same.

They looked away from each other and started staring at inanimate objects like their quills or a desk in front of them.

"So...I guess we're gonna be seeing a lot of each other this year, are we?" she started off.

"I guess so," said Albus.

"Is that all you have to say?"

"Kind of," he said without looking at her.

She rolled her eyes and grimaced a bit. She clenched her knuckles and bit her lip and got ready to say something but Professor Montgomery continued with the lecture.

Lily-

Lily Potter sat in History of Magic braiding the strand of hair that she could see. Tying it and untying it.

"Miss Potter, will you tell me why you won't pay attention?"

It was Professor Bernard was the new History of Magic professor. She was a little woman with bushy black hair with little arms.

"I was...I just..." Lily started off, but couldn't finish. She looked down and pretended to work.

'Give it three weeks, just three weeks and you can see if you actually handle this class.'

"Oh no, it's a requirement," said a voice.

Lily looked around startled. It was a fellow Slytherin. It was a skinny black boy.

"How did you know what I thought?" asked Lily

"Ekene Zambini, pleased to meet you." He extended a hand.

"You still didn't answer my question."

"Have you ever heard of an Animagus?"

"No."

"Well you see an Animagus is when a wizard transforms into the body of an animal."

"Oh, and I'm guessing you're like a cat or something?" she said sarcastically.

"Actually yes, I am," he said completely seriously.

"Well, it sounds like total rubbish to me."

"You'll learn about it in third year Transfiguration."

Lily rolled her eyes and looked back at Professor Bernard. She was talking about the founding of Hogwarts.

'If only this class were more interesting,' she thought to herself

"Ms. Potter, will you answer me this one question?" asked Professor Bernard. Lily Potter quickly lifted her head. She awkwardly either eyes on either sides of the room. She didn't know what to say other than, "Um...yeah?"

"What was the language did Salazar Slytherin know how to speak with a particular animal?"

Lily had no idea. Her dad told her once in a while but it slipped her mind every time he talked about it. Before she could answer she was interupted by Zambini.

"I believe it was Parseltongue, sir," he said proudly.

"Yes, it was Mr. Zambini. Although I called Ms. Potter I believe I will give you a warning on how to not interrupt your fellow classmates."

"Yes, sir."

Lily looked over at him and rolled her eyes.

'This will be interesting,' she thought.

"I heard that. It wasn't very nice." said Zambini.

Molly-

It was lunchtime and Molly Weasley was talking on and on about how much she was dreading to hear about the status at home of her dear old dad.

"He is such a dinosaur. He still won't let things go!"

Michelle Hemingway had heard this story over and over again. She nearly bent her fork in half with the anger and frustration sent through her fist.

"Again, I have heard this story since Tuesday. Your father and you share the same genes it's almost scary and hypocritical."

"What are you trying to say?"

"What I am saying is that your father can't let go that you're in Ravenclaw but you can't let go that he can't let go of it. It's so childish! Make up with the grey-haired demon!"

"Okay fine. I will make up with my arse of a father and we'll live happily ever after and the population of nargles will boost and everyone will never die!"

Michelle's eyes were twitching with frustration. She was about to rant, but held her breath and said, "Okay first of all, don't get fresh with me. Secondly, it wouldn't hurt if you tried. Thirdly, what in the name of Merlin's beard is a nargle?"

Molly rolled her eyes and looked the other way. She had her eye on Lily in the Slytherin crowd.

'Why would Lily choose Slytherin?'

"What are you looking at?" said Michelle.

"I'm just confused."

"By..."

"There's someone crooked in the Slytherin house. And they've got a plan and drag my cousin into it. I can feel it."

Michelle looked over and saw Lily talking up a storm with a Slytherin first year.

"She looks fine."

"She wore the same face when my father gave her a stuffed unicorn for her birthday."

"Well most little girls like unicorns."

"It was when she turned 12."

Molly looked back again. Lily was laughing hysterically. That was also what she would do when she lied.