I only own those who I make, the others belong to a one JK ROWLING. Cheers.

Steam flowed through the top of the train as I was saying my final goodbyes to my family. We hugged and kissed each other's cheeks politely, it was a shame I couldn't floo into Dumbledore's office like how I did to get out for the Malfoy's gathering. The memory seemed distant, but it was only a few days prior.

"Goodbye Florence, keep your grades up and continue to please. Perhaps even try to befriend Regulus more, he is the top choice to be your betrothed." I smiled up at my father and nodded briefly. We said our final goodbyes and he turned and disappeared.

In his absence, I felt my shoulders sag and my posture become more, comfortable. The house elf remained, lifting my trunk onto the train into my own compartment. Both Ursula and Charlotte joined me, Violetta remained in a separate compartment with her betrothed. It was made official among our elitist circles that Violetta was soon to become a Bulstroad. She even was coming up with names, like Millicent for a girl and Sebastian for a boy. It was nauseating.

"How was the rest of your holiday, after the Malfoys?" I asked the girls. Ursula begun harping on about some shopping trip in Spain she went on to get a new outfit because she had an 'important' meeting coming up. Charlotte brought up her secret Quidditch training. It wasn't like she isn't allowed, but her older brother and old Slytherin captain Steven Laughalot would be furious that she is the better player.

"How about you, got up to anything interesting?" Ursula questioned.

"No, not really. I'm just really looking forward to school, you know. The last half of NEWTs, thrilling." Charlotte rolled her eyes and I smiled when I heard Ursula mutter "nerd."

We settled into our usual routine, bitching and moaning about certain girls, both in and out of our house.

"That Lily Evens, thinking she's top shit. Honestly, it bloody annoys me that she'd just drop Snape after he was so nice to her. I mean, she literally threw ten years of friendship down the drain because of a single name. Overdramatic I think." Charlotte was saying, to which I was only half paying attention to.

"Yeah, totally." I said sarcastically

"What's crawled up your arse, Florence?"

"Shut up Charlotte, just can't get the hell away from this school. I mean there are only a few decent subjects and everyone is crap. Except you lot of course."

Ursula snorted and mimicked me "only a few decent classes. Honestly Florence, the only class you like is History of Magic, which is hardly a decent class."

I looked over to her furiously "It is a bloody decent class, I mean its vital knowledge. Completely underestimated, I think."

"What's possibly interesting about history" Violetta chimed from the doorway.

"Everything. I mean Merlin, and also the developments of magic throughout history, particularly their role in determining the outcome of the muggle world – like it was confundous that allowed for the Trojan Horse to be so successful."

"What's so interesting about muggle history? It's bland and frankly, they can't do a thing for themselves." Charlotte stated.

"Well, I mean I know they can't do anything properly most of the time, but sometimes, they are very effective. Take Queen Elizabeth the first, after the disastrous spill over effect from the wizarding world after Prospero – which may I add, Shakespeare (a muggle, nonetheless) depicted splendidly in one of his plays – caused the death of about a quarter of a million Englishmen, both muggle and wizards, blamed it on Bloody Mary's martyring of the protestants which result in Elizabeth's the first act of supremacy, greatly effecting the English because of her golden age! How is that not interesting?" I puffed out. The effect of magic on muggles is a very interesting subject indeed.

Through that explanation, the three others were rolling their eyes or simply not paying attention. Rude.

We sat through the rest of the train ride with Violetta telling us all about her love life. Spiffing.


About 3 hours later, we were all seated back in the Great Hall waiting for Dumbledore's boring speech, filled with "don't go into the forest" and "watch out for evil people" or some totally irrelevant nonsense, to end so we could go up to bed. It was tiring and frankly after hearing about Bulstroad all day, I just wanted to sleep and get it out of my mind.

We all began to stand and file out, Charlotte, Ursula, Violetta and myself practically sprinting out, all very graciously, and headed to the dungeons were we could all bask in the cool atmosphere of the common room. We sat up, talking about showing each other spells we could use in case of any 'emergencies' and then made our way up to bed.

Once I was aware that all breathing in the room settled to a quiet rhythm, indicating that they were indeed asleep, I slipped out of bed and headed to the kitchens, in darker and much nicer pyjamas this time, might I add. Ever since the night in the Malfoys, my nights had been plagued with terror and tonight I was foolish enough to forget to grab sleeping drought from Ms Nance, the old and frail spinster in the Hospital wing.

I made my way through the corridors, listening carefully to the echoing of the few noises around me as to not be caught. Once I reached my destination I tickled the pear successfully enough and once I walked through the door, I was greeted with a mass of small elves.

"Lady Macmilliam! Lady Macmilliam! What can Miss Pepper get for you?"

"Miss Macmilliam how can Mr Snelf help you miss?"

"Miss! Your back miss! How can bidgy help you miss?"

I smiled at them and asked my own elf, pippy, for some biscuits. One can never go wrong with biscuits.

"Couldn't sleep?" In all the chaos of the kitchen, I hadn't noticed two figures already in there, one of them half responsible for the pain that has been inflicted upon me.

"Perhaps, but it's not for your knowledge" I responded carefully to head boy and Gryffindor figurehead, James Potter.

"Has some bite." He laughed to him. To Black. "Could be could for you" he nudged Black.

I sat down on the opposite bench, watching the two, who were coincidently watching me.

"Do I know you?" Black asked.

"Possible, we used to swim in the same circles" I replied.

"Ah, do we then have a snake in our midst?" Potter asked

"Of course"

"That stopped the conversation. Pippy brought over my favourite biscuits and I smiled at her gratefully.

"Thank you Pippy, would you like some?" "On no, pippy mustn't, it's for you miss." "Oh but I insist, you must make sure they taste adequate." I smiled down to her as she nodded hastily and took a bite, it always worked.

I looked up at the sound of food dropping the floor and saw both boys looking at me perplexed, Potter with an empty hand, must have been the one to drop the sandwich.

"Would you look at that Padfoot! A nice snake! I truly have seen everything now." He laughed

"Sounds about right mate, especially if she is mates with the classic old pureblood circle" He replied, equal part astonished and laughing.

I rolled my eyes and turned away, only for my head to snap up in surprise as I heard the bench shift and thud with gained weight.

"What are you doing?" I asked the two

"Sitting"

"Chatting"

"Eating"

"Having a good time"

"What does it look like?"

"It looks bloody annoying" I snapped and they laughed, well Sirius barked. I looked at his mouth and blushed remembering the last time me met…

"What's your name?" Potter asked.

"Macmilliam, Florence Macmilliam."

"Well then, Macmilliam the friendly snake, I am yours truly James Potter -"

" – and I, Sirius Black, at your service" They both bowed and I rolled my eyes again, for what seemed like the millionth time that night.


Yikes, I just saw that it look toally weird and had all like weird "p;normalclass" or some crap all over it, anyway I fixed it up so it wasn't so sore on the eyes. next time it happens feel free to tell me becuase i had no idea this time