3rd September
Great Hall, Breakfast
Status: Very Sleepy.

Lily woke me up a bit later today- huzzah, huzzah. I think she overslept too, but she will never admit it. Marlene isn't even down yet.

Earghh. Astronomy is tiring. We didn't get back to the common room until half one, then we had to get dressed (undressed from the many coats and scarves we were wearing. i.e. a lot.) and the room went really cold. Someone left the window open, and it was not me.

So we all cuddled up on a bed – we chose mine because it was the cleanest. That in itself was scary, I'm usually very messy. Hmmm.

Anyway, we snuggled up together and tried to get warm, telling stories of our lives up to now.

Marlene is ¾ blood – her granddad's a pureblood squib and her parents a half blood, but I didn't understand so I just nodded and agreed - has an older brother called Matthew in Gryffindor, and likes to eat ice cream. She was homeschooled (Lily snorted, apparently it makes you posh and privileged. I pointed out that she is a pureblood, and it happens to most. Apart from me, of course) and lives in a big family manor or something.

Then I told them about my dear mad father, who keeps pigeons and sent me to a muggle school for a few years. It was okay, but Marly and Em looked a bit shocked. I don't blame them, I have a weird family.

Emma waffled on for a bit about mountains, the ministry and something else, I can't remember because I fell asleep. Then Lily realised and pushed me off the bed, little git. But she's not quite pure-blooded. I don't think. Oh well. I shall have to discover another time. Or ask dad.

I may have a bruised bum now, brilliant. I wouldn't look, though, because that's even weirder.

Lily is muggleborn, has a sister, lives in a normal muggle house, saw Snape lots, went with him to Diagon and the platform, fought with her sister and found me.

Life stories over, I can now eat in peace. Thank goodness.

They still don't have any waffles, I will complain!

"Lily, what fool would not put waffles on a breakfast table, hmm?" I ask Lily.

She hasn't even looked up, just sitting reading the Daily Prophet.

"Most people have them as a desert, that's why. Here, have some granola."

She chucks some into a bowl and thrusts it towards me. It went on my lap. Ewwwwwww.

"Lily, I do not appreciate such healthy things for breakfast, I need some form of sugar. Are there any strawberries? Cranberries? Sweet things?" I ask, and look down at the granola. It's all bitty and flaky and stuff. Yummy.

If you're a rabbit.

I got a round of 'Nope's for my trouble, but Frank did offer me some honey. I declined.

...

In Astronomy, Marlene had the fun of waking us all up (we're taking it in turns) and moaning and groaning for half an hour as we got all snugly in hats and stuff.

When we got to the tower, most of us were already there, all shivering and yawning like there was no tomorrow.

I think we must have been too tired to talk, because it was all quite, again.

Which is very, very strange.

We have Astronomy on our own, no other first years, so it was peaceful-ish – if you don't include the silent glare war going on between James and Sirius. Those two are the most bloody stubborn things alive – it's ridiculous.

The professor let us in, told us how to set up a telescope and explained the uses of astronomy.

It was fairly interesting. If you weren't brought up knowing all of this already, which dad was. So of course the man told me everything, and I got a small snooze. Which was nice. Lily woke me up and told me we had to look at the biggest one we could find.

In the end, half of us were so useless (mainly the left side of the tower) and the other half of us were so brilliant and awesome (our side) that Sinistra gave up, and explained some star charts, then Jupiter.

Sirius looked bored too. At least I wasn't alone, but then again, he IS a star, it's tradition for the Blacks. My dad just felt like telling me about stars. Special man. Some of the others looked a bit know-it-all (cough*James*cough, and Marlene's fried almost slag (she seemed to nice to be complete, so she's almost slag, now))

Lily was all happy and 'Oooh! Look, a star! A planet! Wow!' because apparently muggles don't learn things like that. I don't know, I was half asleep. With cold, frosty feet. It's blooming cold in that tower, I'll say that now.

Hmm, note to self;

*wear thicker socks*

The slutty one managed to get mascara on the end of her telescope (don't ask me why she needed any on at one in the morning. It's a mystery to me. And probably everyone else, too) and was having a fit, Frank was looking up Lance's nose with the telescope and Remus did not even look in the direction of Jupiter- he sat facing the opposite way, towards Sirius' side of the tower, and Sirius was gazing up at the moon over Remus' shoulder.

Sinistra said it was normal for a first lesson to be like that, and sent us away ten minutes early. I think she doesn't like us, but then again – she smiled as we came and left and talked and looked and asked stuff.

Oh, and we're not Slytherins. She must at least like us for that.

No offence Lily, if you ever find this, to Snape, I know he's your friend. But I shouldn't worry because this is not going into anyone's hands ever again save my own. Promise. Pinkie swear. But not unbreakable vow, because one day some sneaky person will probably pinch it. I bet on Sirius.
Or Frank.
Or James.
Or Emma.
Or Jake.
Or Olivia to read at her wedding.

Hmm. I will hide it carefully.

...

Yay, charms first! Apparently Flitwick's really, really nice so it should be fun. And were with the 'Puffs, so it's even better.

I can introduce Lily and Emma to Amos!

I'm sure Emma will appreciate the thought.

Charms

Flitwick is so cool! He has to have loads of books on his chair because he's so little. Bless. In an old-dwarf-small-professor like way.

He took a register of us all and widened his eyes slightly at Sirius and some Hufflepuff girl, and now he's talking about a spell and incantations. So basically what we're doing for the rest of the year.

I didn't get to introduce Amos to Emma – he was already in here when we arrived. But the tables are all in rows, so I'm next to Lily. She didn't betray me.

There's a very interesting wall to my left, with a massive window next to it. Hmmm.

I wonder if it's reinforced with some kind of spell.

It's probably not – I somehow don't think you're about to get many people want to go flying off the side of a fourth floor into the lake. With Carl and merpeople and possibly a transporter.

I should probably listen. Flitwick's got a really squeaky voice because of his huge height (3ft 6") and some of the boys are laughing (James. Peter. Some fat 'puff).

But dad says he had Flitwick get him through his OWLs and NEWTs with O's, so he must be good.

Lily's glaring at me – it's probably a good idea to listen.

Transfiguration next. With McGonagall. But she's pretty awesome (and a cat, that's cool too) so it should be okay.

I hope.

Common Room, before Herbology.

Status: a bit more awake. Ears ringing. The 'usual', according to the others.

Erm, I take it back a bit about McGonagall being all nice to us, because the first thing she did when we set foot in the classroom, the marched up, told us where to sit until she knew us (I was next to a Slytherin and Sirius. Alphabetical order.) and then gave us a massive lecture about "I will not have any misbehaving in this class, it's a dangerous subject, and until you have grasped the basics, if anyone sets one toe out of line you will get out and never come back"

Yadda yadda yadda. Not in those exact words, though.

We were all sat in rows again, and so she puts the front of the alphabet at the FRONT. The VERY front, in front of her desk. That's why I ignored you, so very terribly sorry.

But oh well, there wasn't very much happening. We read, got explained to and then tried to turn a matchstick into a needle.

It's really, really hard! You have to get all the right concentration, say the spell correctly and McGonagall just kind of left us with an explanation, to see if we could figure out what to do. Mine had no change what so ever. Neither did Sirius's, and by the 'I'm-a-failure-how-could-this-happen-so-fast?' look on Lily's face, hers didn't do anything either.

James made a hole appear in his, though, but his dads incredible at transfiguration. The only thing my family has to do with transfiguration is that my Grand-Uncle (Dad's Uncle) was an animagus, and he got stuck one day. So he is a stoat forever, now. And he's still alive, but they have longer life spans. Every year we have a little celebration, not a good celebration – more of an acknowledgement that he got stuck in animal form forever. He has a little pen in Italy with Nan. It's quite cute, actually.

So he has the small advantage there. A stocky Slytherin girl (seriously, are they all huge? Or is it just me?) managed to turn hers pink with some charm. McGonagall got all mad and shouty at her.

It was very entertaining.

I think Emma laughed, and the she was off, growling away at her match. It didn't help, but it's nice for her to let off some anger.

Erm, hang on, being interrupted.

"Katie?"

"Yes, Lily?"

"We have Herbology now," she points out. Oh, clap-clap-clap for the redhead. Observation points to her.

"Yep. I know, don't worry," I say

"We're going to be late, the bell just went. Everyone has gone, and we're going to be- What are you doing?" she squeals.

Haha, I jumped up and grabbed her hair, bag and my bag and ran down the stairs to the portrait.

The fat lady has a groan at us, and then says 'go away, to your lessons, silly children'. Huh.

So we sprint all the way down seven floors (with a rest in between, I nearly collapsed.) and try not to be late to Herbology.

It didn't work.

Everyone else was in greenhouse 1, being shown how to prune a plant, and what everything is and dangerous stuff.

Sprout moaned at us for a few minutes, then said to split up and form threes with the others.

So of course I end up with slags minion no. 1 and almost-slag-that-is-Marys-friend,-therefore-not-quite-a-slag.

Sprout gave us a brief 'don't be late' talk, and then sends us off to our dear partners. Oh such fun it was, too.

Slag no.1 ignored me the entire time, choosing to turn around and pull (then shred after I asked why she was killing the poor, innocent plant) leaves off of a separate branch.

The other girl is actually quite nice.

Her names Alice Prewett, sister of Gideon and Fabien Prewett, known pranksters in Gryffindor. How Gideon is a prefect, Merlin knows. I think I might remember them from one of dads ministry parties (the sad, stuck up ones where they drink wine and send younger people, i.e. us lot, into the garden to play with gnomes whilst they drink. I met Sirius there once, and his brother.) but you never know.

She explained to me what we were doing ("It's a flutterby bush – it's leaves are good for stings and strengthening potions, but don't get on the wrong side of them and take too many of the leaves off because they'll bite you")

"How on earth do they bite?" I asked, being a bit confused. I know; nothing new there, but I don't generally like Herbology.

Alice showed me a small red welt thing on her arm, and then prodded the tree with a twig. The part between its branches opened up and bit the twig. Straight in two, too.

Those lovely, innocent little trees killed a twig!

The Other One (yes, She gets capitol letters, because I'm oh so nice today) humphed and rolled her eyes as I tried.

Little bugger almost took my hand off! For a cute adorable little tree they are really quite vicious.

I shall give one to dear Olivia at her wedding and see if it eats her dress. That will be a funny sight.

We got all its little stalky things off (eventually) without any serious injury. Sadly the same cannot be said for dear Emma, who worked with James and Peter (she didn't want to, but it was them or a pair of podgy 'puffs. So she stayed with the Gryffs) and got a very attractive scratch down her arm that wouldn't stop bleeding. So the three of them tottered off to see the Madame Pomfrey person in the hospital wing.

Sprout didn't give us any homework, either, which was nice.

She just told us to "trot off and think about the plants. Have a nice time, my dears!"

So we did.

Great Hall, Lunch.

Status: Hungry and Amused.

Still no pasta. They do, however, have some yummy smelling carrot soup, so I'll have a bit of that.

Emma came back a few minutes ago on her owney, moaning and groaning like a banshee.

"What's wrong?" I asked as she sank down and huffed.

She held up a very thickly bandaged arm. I snorted and raised my eyebrows (both of them. Still)

"The bloody plant got it's saliva in my arm and it won't heal properly, so I need this bloody thing,"

Lily 'ewwed' at that and I laugh. I got glared at.

"Oh dear. Here, have some pie, it will make you feel better," says Lily.

I seriously think that she thinks that all the world's problems are solved with food.

First the muesli granola stuff, now pie...

I think my poor little ginger friend; the one that was nervous and scared that I met just two days ago has gone dippy. Poor child.

I think it's Emma and the boys rubbing off on her, but I might be wrong.

Mm, this soup is actually really nice.

I don't even like soup, but there you go. House elves are magical beings.

Haha, very funny. It's not a pun.

AN: Hey Guys! Im so very sorry for not updating sooner - I got caught up in end of year exams and have been on holiiday to Germany for two weeks. It was nice.

Anyway, thanks for the Reviews and adds! Like I said, fuzzy feeling arrive when I get them.

This isn't to do with me, but if you like the Hunger Games, check out my friend TheFireWasCaught's story Into The Arena: Haymitch's Story - about the 50th HG and onwards. Its short at the moment, but Im helping her and the next chappie should be up soon.

Thanks!

~Wolffe41 :D