The next morning, Minnie was greeted with the hustle and bustle of everyone dressing and preparing for breakfast. The feel of breakfast was as different to the Start of Term feast as night is to day. The excitement was almost gone, as was the chit-chat. Everyone sat quietly, mostly out of exhaustion from staying up late into the night, and awaited their Head of House to give them their schedules for the year. Minnie hoped that she would see Myrtle, and indeed she did, who could mistake the mousy brown hair set in pig tails, the thick glasses, and the squeaky whiny voice. Minnie laughed to herself and waved to Myrtle. Myrtle waved back, but was quickly distracted by Professor Flitwick, Ravenclaw's Head of House, who had just come up to her and gave Myrtle her schedule.

It wasn't too long until Minnie received hers as well. Her first class was to be Defense Against the Dark Arts, and what a scary sounding class that was! Minnie finished off her toast and orange juice and proceeded to her first actual magic class. She made it to the class with a few minutes to spare and thankfully, Myrtle was close behind her. Minnie knew it would be easier to be in a class with someone whom she already knew, even better was that this particular individual had already befriended her, so she didn't have to feel like such a loner.

Professor Merrythought was a nice enough teacher, and the class itself was anything but scary. It turned out to be quite an interesting class indeed. There was talk of defensive spells, curses, hexes, and even something that sounded too scary, unforgiveable curses. Many of the classmates had shifted when the unforgiveable curses were mentioned, but they were never named. Minnie found this a little odd and decided she would go to the library that evening to look up what their names were, so as to make sure never to use them.

Minnie's first day at Hogwarts was just as overwhelming as the night before. She had barely had time to breathe between classes and had only been fortunate enough to have Myrtle in one class. She was fairly amused by the Potions professor, he seemed to like to talk quite a bit, and most of that was about his connections to famous witches and wizards. Some of the students were quite impressed but Minnie rather thought he was obnoxious.

Speaking of obnoxious, she had a rather annoying run in with the school's poltergeist, Peeves. What a wretched creature he was. He had pelted her and a few other students with marbles as they passed by the trophy room on the way to Transfiguration. She felt her head where a little bump had been most of the day. She made a mental note to keep at least one book out of her school bag, simply for protection. Transfiguration class was by far her least favorite class. She was sure she'd be horrible at it. The whole concept of changing one thing into another sounded quite difficult. She hoped she would scrape through that class with a passing grade.

That night she talked with a few of her fellow students in the common room and found out that there was this sport called quidditch. It sounded brilliant to her. Her heart sank as she was informed that First Years never make the house teams. She made another mental note to learn as much as she could about quidditch so she could try out next year. All in all her first full day at Hogwarts was a full one, even if she still felt as if she had no clue what was going on. She fell asleep with her pillows propped behind her head, a book across her chest, and Adwen keeping her feet warm. It was a pleasant night.