A/N: I am sooooooooooo Sorry!!!!!! I hadn't realized it had been that long since I updated. The toast is in dedication to myself. I was recently converted to a toast lover. R&R. and don't hate me- please don't hate me.

Victoire lazily slummed down the steps, and into the Gryffindor common room. Her hair was a mess, and her uniform was wrinkled all over. She had woken up on the floor, surrounded by four other sleeping girls and her pale pink throw blanket. And the journey from the seventh floor to the Great Hall is quite a long one at that.

"Hey, Victoire," Teddy told her as she planted herself on his left. "Wake up on the wrong side of the bed?"

"Shut it, Teddy, and actually, it was the wrong side of the floor," She replied.

"Oooooh! Hot night for my little cousin, perhaps?"

"Teddy, gross and perverted! That's a terrible thing to think!"

"Yes, Little Victoire, but apparently, you were thinking the same thing, so you are equally perverted," Teddy finished off.

Victoire angrily grabbed a piece of toast and began to butter it.

"So… ignoring the fact that my eleven-year-old cousin is now a 'big girl', do you know what your schedule is yet?" Teddy questioned.

"Nope," Victoire responded.

With perfect timing, McGonagall was ushering through the Gryffindors, passing out schedules.

"Miss Weasley- ah joy, one more. Anyway, here is your schedule, dear, try not to be late for my class," the Headmistress suggested.

"Transfiguration, first," Victoire answered Teddy.

"Don't get her angry, she's always been a bit more- well, short-tempered since she took teaching upon herself. Plus, I'd rather have her in a good mood considering the fact that I've got her right after you do," Teddy recommended.

"Hey, Victoire," the voice's peppy-ness told her that it was Jillian Fox, reporting for duty.

"Hi, Jillian. This is my cousin, Teddy," she told Jillian.

"Oh," she blushed, "Hi there, I'm Jillian."

Teddy shook Jillian's hand and Victoire rolled her eyes. Jillian began to compulsivally batting her ayelashes and twirling her hair.

Such a prissy little flirt, Victoire thought.

Transfiguration- Monday Morning:

"Hello there, class," Professor McGonagall greeted. "My name is Professor McGonagall, and welcome to Transfiguration! Now, I would just like to explain, that I am the headmistress, but I still loved to teach this subject, so- I am continuing! Also, before I address more academic issues, I am very old, so don't make me aggravated, my reaction most likely not benefit you….

"Now then, Transfiguration, basically, is taking one object that already exists, and changing- or altering- it the way you would like it. For instance,"

Professor McGonagall lifted her wand from the large desk in front of her, and pointed it at a roll of parchment. Without moving her mouth, she flicked her wand, and transformed the parchment into a generously sized tray of cupcakes.

"Miss Sharppe, pass one to each, please," McGonagall snapped.

Natalie quickly stood up from her seat in the front, and uncertainly took the tray in her grasp. Professor McGonagall, however, began magically writing information on the chalk board.

"Friends?" Natalie whispered.

Natalie had reached where Victoire was sitting; before questioning Victoire, she had placed one particular cupcake on her desk. Victoire noticed its considerable frosting amount.

"Of course," Victoire smiled, whispering to her friend.

"Girls, move it along," Professor McGonagall spoke without breaking her enchantment on the board. "Now, while you eat your cupcakes, please copy what is on the board. Quick question, though. Can anyone tell me some attributes the cupcakes might acquire if I had preformed the spell incorrectly? Miss Weasley? Please enlighten us."

Victoire adjusted her hair behind her ears and made eye contact with the Transfiguration professor.

"Well, for example, since you transformed parchment, it might have had an aftertaste of… ink."

"Ah, good, very well, dear. Begin." She commanded.

The remainder of the class period resulted with a severe numb feeling in her hand, and two broken quills. As she gathered her books and made it to the doorway, she bumped into a taller, older, turquoise-haired, boy.

"Hey, Victoire," Teddy smiled.

"Hi, Teddy."

"Was class… fun?" He asked mischievously.

"Well," Victoire began, "my hand hurts like crazy!"

"Really? All you got on your first day was a boatload of pain? My first transfiguration class, we all got ton-tongue toffees from the twin's shoppe."

"A teacher gave that to you? We got cupcakes-"

"-Cupcakes? Ah, man. Minnie is getting soft."

"Well good luck, Teddy!" Victoire laughed with a false cheeriness.

Well, what did you think? I was going to write more, but I thought I should let you read this first. Review!!!!!!!