Sorry I deleted the 2nd and 3rd chapters! I didn't like where they were going! So, here's the NEW and IMPROVED 2nd chapter! CONGRADULATIONS!

Ron's P.O.V.

Harry and I were talking, while this new 'Leo' dude just sat there, staring in confusion at the food.

"What's up with him?" Harry asked.

"I dunno. He's different. I've never seen someone his age JUST start here..." I answered.

"I know...What's he doing now?" he asked.

I looked over, and saw him. He had his hands under the table, and they were erecting a bright orange glow. I decided to ask him.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

He hurriedly put whatever was making the light out, and scrambled to regain his posture.

"Noth..Nothing!" he stuttered.

"No...you were doing something. I'm sure." I said.

"But...I wasn't."

"Yes, you were."

"Look, all I was doing...was nothing."

"You mean, something."

"No...I'm pretty sure I don't."

"Yes, you do."

"Actually, quite frankly, I was doing nothing that you should be sticking your abnormally large nose into."

This...was a bit rude. I think. But probably not as rude as what I was about to say. "Is there something wrong with you?"

Hermione's eyes flared with anger. Maybe she should try talking to this kid. The new kid stared at me in confusion, and said, "Uh...yeah. Why? I have dyslexia, and I have ADHD. But...seriously, why?"

Under the watchful eyes of Hermione, I decided to go with a safe answer. "I dunno. Just 'cause."

He still looked confused, but he seemed to let it slide. I guess it was a lot less confusing than the food was.

Leo's P.O.V.

So, in these classes, you were expected to read, be able to write ON A SCROLL (Who does that these days?), cast spells (How in the name of Hades do you do that?), AND make potions! Jeez, these teachers are expecting TOO MUCH out of me! Where did math go? It was the only subject that made me look like I WAS above average!

I wish they had mechanics and forgery. Then I would be able to stand this school.

I also wish people would be less nosy in this school. Just yesterday, the frizzy haired girl walked in one me. It went like this.

*FLASHYBACK!*

I was practicing my fire controlling skills (LONG story!), when the frizzy haired girl, Hermione, I think, walked in. Without me noticing!

"Whoa! How are you doing that!" she said.

"Wha...WHAT?" I scrambled to put my handheld fire out.

"The fire spell! We're not supposed to learn that 'till next semester!"

"Oh..." I said as a spread of relief crossed over me, "I just...read ahead!"

"Oh...I thought you were dyslexic?"

"I am...I just...try very hard."

"I don't think the teacher knows that you're dyslexic. Snape said he thought you were just a dim-witted, jittery little delenquent. Oops! I probably shouldn't have said that! I'm sorry..."

"It's okay. I've gotten called worse things."

*End of FLASHYBACK!*

She seemed to be more interested in me from that point. Once, she asked me to sit next to her in the front. But then I reminded her that the teacher hated me. She backed out quicker than you can say "Leo!"

All the teachers say that I'm a "bad influence" and that I destract the others from "learning." Well, I think they're destracting all of us from "learning" by giving us lectures on how to be better students. So, basically, all the teachers hate me. If only they knew who I was...

Dumbledore said that tomorrow, he's gonna tell the other teachers who I am. With me there! I cannot wait for this moment!

*To be continued!*

I know, I know. BORING AT THE END! But I had to do SOMETHING!