The first chapter probably wasn't great . . . but a warning: This isn't really an action story, more of an emotion one, if you know what I mean.

First years of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff came into the duegon. He noticed the blonde girl entered last, engrossed in a magazine. Snape thought it was The Quibbler. She put it away as soon as she sat down.

After calling out the names, Snape gave his annual speech to the first years: "You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potionmaking. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its simmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses. . . . I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death - if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

There was a small period of silence before Luna spoken up, "My dad and I went to search before for Crumple-Horned Snorkacks, and we made a special potion that was supposed to attract it . . . So I have experience in Potions, but the potion never seemed to work, so I would not be surprised if I recieve failing grades in this class." Her voice was high, dreamy. Several people snickered audibly. Luna seemed oblivious to this and smiled up at Snape.

He was surprised by her . . . her personality. He knew that she was somewhat different with her radish earrings and Butterbeer caps neckalce, but with this one story, he could tell she was much more different than he had thought. He merely nodded at her, not knowing if it was better or worse to say something.

"Now . . . who could tell me what does a beozar do?" It was a simple question, but this was his chance to see who had had some magical education from their parents or guardians before actually attending magic school.

Snape was expecting for at least half the Ravenclaw students to raise their hands; Ravenclaw was the house of intelligence. But they - and the Hufflepuffs - looked at each other, clueless. Only Luna Lovegood raised her hand, though not at all similar to the dreadful Hermione Granger's technique, which was desperate and shaky. Luna raised her hand rather calm. Snape nodded in her direction.

"A bezoar is an antidote to posions, not all but most." She explained and went on to tell another story. "I know because I had to use one before. I was foolish enough to accept a cool drink from a passing stranger, but it had some sort of poison . . . Daddy found me in the process of drinking it. I became dizzy and felt that I was going to faint. He gave me a bezoar, then I was fine." She told the whole story while smiling, which Snape found a bit strange because the story was a matter of life and death.

"How about that guy who gave you the drink? Surely, he didn't get away with it . . ." A boy with brown hair from Hufflepuff asked.

Luna beamed at him. "Daddy reported the incident to the Minstry of Magic and an Auror was sent to find him . . . He was found within a week, given a trial, then sent to Azkaban."

There were some laughs.

"Back to the lesson . . ." Snape reminded the class and the noise immedately came to an end.

But Snape knew that he didn't and would never hate Luna Lovegood after her first Potions lesson.

Hope you like it. I'm out. Peace! ;)

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