Disclaimer: I don't own the Bloodlines Series or the Harry Potter Series.

A/N: Okay, I realise that the common rooms aren't the same as they are in the Hogwarts wiki page, but I didn't realise that until after. I'll correct them whenever I've time. Right now, I do not have time.

3rd person's P.O.V:

Zoe followed her sister down into the Great Hall for breakfast the next morning. Everyone had presumed that they were un-identical twins because they were in the same year, but that wasn't true. Zoe was actually a year younger than Sydney (a fact which had had to be repeated many times already this morning). She was eleven years old, while Sydney was twelve, but their father had managed to convince Professor Dumbledore to let the two girls leave for Hogwarts together. Zoe had thought that there was some magical quill that prevented this, but perhaps the Headmaster had power over this quill. That would make sense.

However, Zoe was very glad that Professor Dumbledore had agreed, she would have felt lonely without Sydney - they had been one of the many magical children to be homeschooled, and either way Zoe wasn't very good at making friends. They had never been allowed the opportunities to meet many children their own age (unless they were the children of her father's fellow workers, who were usually boring) and their father had forbidden becoming close to any Muggle children incase they discovered that the Sage family wasn't exactly normal in their eyes. She and Sydney were in this together.

"Hey Zoe, hey Sydney!" Carly bounded up to them before they could reach the Ravenclaw table. "How are you two doing so far? Settling in alright?" As Zoe looked up to stare at her sister, she still couldn't believe that her sister had cut her hair so drastically short - and gotten her nose pierced on top of it all. She had also been sorted into Slytherin two years ago, and picked mom in the custody battle. It had drove dad ballistic.

"We're good," Sydney said, answering for the both of them, smiling at her older sister. "I bet you're regretting that now, huh? Not being able to swish it around when imitating people." She pointed at Carly's pixie cut.

"You know," Carly shrugged. "It's so much easier to deal with, but I can't say that I don't miss tossing my ponytail into some asshole's face. It was so worth it to see dad's face though." Carly's face lit up at the memory. "Oh, Zoe, mom says that she's going to send you a letter tomorrow, and she expects you to write back - she misses you." Zoe's face softened.

The Sage sister's parents had divorced recently, Carly had chosen to live with her mother, Zoe with her father and Sydney travelled between the two.

"So," Sydney smiled weakly. "You still think that cutting your hair was a good decision?"

"Yup," Carly answered. "Perhaps you should-"

"No, it wasn't!" Zoe burst out at last. "It was actually very selfish of you! I wasn't allowed to get my hair cut for the whole summer. Or let out of dad's sight for fear I'd take a scissors to my hair!" Zoe turned around and stormed towards the Ravenclaw table for breakfast. Not wishing to talk about hair cuts or her mother for a second longer. Carly watched her go in surprise.

"I'm sorry about Zoe," Sydney apologised to her older sister. "I think that she's just really nervous, it being her first day and all. And I think she is missing mom a lot more than she is letting on."

"It's alright..." Carly answered, and then she shook her head. "Although she wouldn't be missing mom if she hadn't let dad brainwash her. I have to go, but I'll talk to you later, promise. Try and get Zoe to write to mom if you can - mom really does miss her." And with that Carly walked off to the Slytherin table, and to her on and off boyfriend, Marcus Finch.

Sydney just shook her head, and walked over to sit beside her sister - who was undoubtedly giving her the silent treatment for not siding with her. And she ignored the frantic waving of Ian Jansen from a few seats above, who was in second year - his parents worked with Jared Sage, who had saved her a seat beside him in vain.

. . .

Zoe was in the green house, trying to pay attention to Professor Karp, who had introduced herself to them, and then straight away led them down to the greenhouse and was now telling them all about how they were going to be working with a plant called 'valerian' and learning to care and harvest it.

Zoe looked around the greenhouse at the other students - the other Ravenclaws had no problem paying full attention towards the lesson and their professor, but Zoe kept zoning out. Maybe it was just because it was her first ever class in Hogwarts and she didn't get much sleep last night... or maybe it's because you don't belong in Ravenclaw...

She mentally slapped herself. The Sorting Hat wouldn't have put her in the wrong house. And she couldn't think of these kind of things, well... not in class anyway. She had to pay attention if she wanted to get all Outstanding grades (Exceeds Expectations just weren't good enough, according to her father.)

She glanced over at Sydney now, breaking her rule of trying to pay attention. Sydney looked bored too, not because she found learning tedious or because she found Herbology boring, it was because she already knew all of this. Sydney was easily the most intelligent out of the three Sage sisters, and Zoe was expected to follow in her footsteps, Carly deemed a hopeless case because she had picked mom and actually had a life outside of school and homework. Zoe couldn't help but wish that her dad was more like her mom though. Her mother understood that Zoe couldn't get brilliant grades all of the time, and that not everyone could be like Sydney, whose brain automatically soaked up every fact and figure thrown at it.

Zoe wasn't anything like Sydney. But she tried her best all the time anyway, because she wanted to please her father (which was near impossible when Sydney was in the picture.)

Besides, even if Sydney intelligence wasn't an issue, Zoe would have still been jealous. During breakfast, Sydney had surprisingly mingled with fellow first years, and had already made two friends (even if they were from Hufflepuff), while nobody even said hi to Zoe (granted, she hadn't exactly been talkative herself).

"Okay, so now you have to..."

. . .

Rose was sitting with Lissa in Transfiguration, behind Christian Ozera. Lissa, of course, was taking notes, being a model student as usual, while Rose was trying to refrain herself distracting Lissa. But she was fighting a pointless battle, and, as usual, she couldn't sit still.

"Why do you think that Ozera got into the Gryffindor? Do you think that the Sorting Hat got confused?" Rose stopped and thought about it. "Do you think that he tricked the Sorting Hat?"

Rose didn't like whispering about Ozera, especially since he was in front of them, but she knew that Lissa wouldn't let Rose scribble all over her parchment, and Rose had forgotten to bring her own to class.

Lissa sighed, realising that her friend was just going to keep whispering to her, whether she answered or not. "No Rose, why would he do that? His family are very proud Slytherins. You know what happened to his aunt when she was sorted into Gryffindor. He's obviously a Gryffindor."

"Yeah, but his aunt wasn't exactly a model Gryffindor student, was she? You know what she did! And they might want to spy on-" Rose protested, but she was cut off by Christian turning around in his seat and glaring at them coldly.

"If you are going to gossip and insult someone, please do it when they aren't in earshot. And don't take the phrase 'behind their back' so literally." He said frostily, and then, without another word, he turned around again, before Professor McGonagall could see and take house points off them.

Lissa felt a shot of guilt shoot through her, and Rose was surprised that the guy had even dared talk back. Number one, he wasn't exactly popular and didn't need any more reasons for his house mates to hold against him. Then again, she thought, he didn't exactly have much to lose, did he? And number two, high and mighty Slytherin families didn't usually associate themselves with anybody from Gryffindor. Did that mean he thought himself as a Gryffindor? Rose wasn't sure...

. . .

Adrian was walking down a corridor, skipping class and praying that none of his professors caught him and put him on detention. It may have been the first day back, but he had a skip-at-least-one-class-a-week rule, and what better day to initiate this than the first day back? Besides, he had Care of Magical Creatures with Professor Wolfe - that old man would just be recounting stories about his adventures with dragons, and his mutant dogs. Adrian wondered which eye the man had covered today - he switched it regularly. Adrian hadn't taken Care of Magical Creatures last year, since he had only been in second year, but his friend, Rowena Clarke, also Hufflepuff Prefect, had told him all about it.

He'd probably skip double Potions tomorrow - he didn't fancy listening to Professor Stanton go on about what this potion did and how dangerous this one was. He'd start attending when they could make things explode.

He was looking at the portraits instead, watching them move. He thought of his own paintings that he had hidden in his room back home. He favoured the Muggle style of art - where everything was at a standstill. A single moment captured in time. It was so beautiful in his eyes - but his father didn't agree to say the least. He had found a couple of his son's paintings over the summer and he had burned them, telling his son that art, wizard or muggle, was useless. That Adrian should focus himself on the O. and working in the Ministry of Magic.

He wasn't sure if this was better than the summer after first year, where his father had refused to speak to him because Adrian had been sorted into Hufflepuff - apparently the most disgraceful house in his father's eyes Adrian hadn't minded though, everyone in Hufflepuff was so nice, friendly and laidback. He was in the perfect house.

And the dancing plants in the common room that Professor Karp, the Head of their house, gave them, really were amazing and amusing.

As he continued to examine the portraits, he thought he saw something small and shiny, like quartz, run across the hall, but when he looked a second time, there was nothing there.

Just his imagination.

As if his brain wasn't going crazy enough.

He pushed the small hallucination from his mind. Maybe he could talk Rowena into asking her parents to buy some paints and canvas for him, seeing as they were both non-wizards. If not, he'd just join the Art club again this year, and charm the professor in charge to give him supplies until his heart was content. Even if they were wizarding art, it would still be better than doodling on spare scraps of parchment...

A/N: I think I prefer writing in Adrian's point of view most. What do you guys think?