You walk into the great hall and scan the Slytherin table for Draco, not seeing him; you walk up to the Gryffindor table and saw a seat next to a boy with red hair and a boy with black hair talking to a girl with frizzy brownish hair. "Hi, can I sit hear?"

They look up. "Ya." Said the girl. "I'm Herminie, that's Ron and Harry."

"I'm Vina."

"You're the one with no house, right?"

"Ya,"

"How dose that work?"

"Well, I can sit at any table, but I have my own dorm. And in the Quidditch, well, I have to live with being an extra for all the houses."

"You play Quidditch?"

"Yes, all the parts but I'm best at seeker."

"Where did you sit last night?" asked Ron.

"At the Slytherin Table, with a boy named Draco Malfoy, you know him?"

"MALFOY?! YOU SAT WITH MALFOY?!"

"Ya, why? He seamed nice."

"MALFOY? NICE?"

"HE'S HORRIBLE!!"

"Really?"

"All the Slytherin are."

"Well, I haven't seen it."

"What class do you have first?"

"Potions with Professor Snape."

"Us too. Come on."

They led you down to the dungeons and into a dark room. Harry Ron and Herminie took their seats but the room was too full for you to join them so you look around for an empty seat. I'm always looking for a seat.' You think to yourself. You spot one by Draco and take it. "Hi Draco."

"Hi Vina!" Professor Snape walked into the room and everyone got quiet. "Working with the person your sitting with mix this potion from last year." Snape said in a monotone, as he pointed at the board. You and Draco start the potion.

"Didn't it hurt?" Draco asked catching you off guard.

"What?"

"Did it hurt?"

"Draco, what are you talking about? Did you hit you head on something?"

"When you fell from the sky."

"Draco?"

"For you look like an angel to me. Angel."

"You started to blush. "I'm no angel,"

"Sure fooled me. For you look like one to me." He was serious, and you blushed more. He slipped in the last ingredient and turned to you. "If you didn't come from the clouds, where did you come from?"

You laugh as you reply, "America"

"Doesn't seem like it."
The next day; "Welcome to another year of Divination." Professor Trelawney Said as she stepped in to great her class. The Air in the room was so thick of incense you could barely breathe. "We shall start this year off again with tea-leaves reading."

You lean towards Ron and Harry, who you sat next to, "Is she always this mellow?"

"Yes. And she is always saying Harry is going to die."

"She says I have the grim."

"Were is Hermione?"

"She doesn't take this class."

"Miss Shalve, may I see your cup?"

"Yes Professor."

Professor Trelawney grabbed your cup and gazed into it. A smile crept a crossed her thin lips and she looked up at you with a sparkle in her eyes. "Well, well, Miss Shalve, It would seem you have two young men trying for your hart."

"Hu?"

She nodded. "Mr. Potter?"

"Oh, yes mam," he handed her his cup.

She gazed into it and dropped it. "No! It's the…"

"Grim professor?" suggested Harry board.

She looked at him. "Yes," she whispered.

"I might have known." Ron moaned.

"The grim is no laughing matter, Mr. Weasly." She said sternly.
"So, Harry, why the grim' all the time?"

"Don't know."