The next day, Pamina started her classes. It was quite interesting, learning magic. She wished she could have started at a younger age, instead of just staying at home for eleven years.
On Mondays, she had History of Magic with Slytherin, then Herbology with Gryffindor, then Double Defense Against the Dark Arts with Ravenclaw. After thinking it over, Pamina learned that her favorite class was by far Herbology. It also did help that Professor Sprout was head of Hufflepuff.
She spent her break times wandering the castle, meeting the ghosts, talking to portraits, and navigating the moving staircases. While her friends were most likely socializing out on the grounds, she was thinking things over, the things she wanted to do at Hogwarts. She wanted to fly a broomstick, she wanted to send letters with her very own owl, and…. she wanted to learn potions. She remembered the first time she'd seen a potion at work. She was around 6, and her father had gotten splinched horribly when he was apparating from Diagon Alley. Her mother just whipped up a quick potion, and he was better in no time.
On Wednesday, she was excited to see that she had double potions in the afternoon. When she got to the cold dungeon filled with unsavory things pickling in jars, she was welcomed by Hannah Abbott, motioning Pamina to sit next to her. So Pamina hurried over, and sat down next to Hannah. Not a minute later, the door burst open, and a tall man with greasy black hair and a hooked nose walked in with surprising speed.
"Break Apart!" he pointed at Hannah and Pamina, and Hannah was sent levitating across the room to sit next to Ernie MacMillan.
Pamina gulped.
"Well I am sorry to say that was necessary," his voice was low, drawling coldly, "I am Professor Snape, your potions master and head of Slytherin house. In this class we will be learning beginner potions, and I must say, if some of you are capable of brewing excellent potions, then you all are. You will not need to wave your wands about in this class, you will not need to mutter any silly incantations, you just need to use all your knowledge to brew the perfect potion, for one mistake can be deadly."
Pamina gulped again. Now that she thought about it, maybe she didn't like potions that much anymore. Professor Snape was scary, and the Hufflepuff prefect told her that he favored Slytherins, and basically hated everyone else.
After a long three hours, Pamina was glad to be free of Professor Snape, and his criticisms toward her Cure for Boils.
The rest of the week passed by very quickly, and Pamina was disappointed her flying lesson with the Ravenclaw was canceled due to poor weather. She had become very good friends with Hannah Abbott and Susan Bones, and they were now spending most of their free time together, on the grounds, or in the case of that rainy Thursday, wandering the mysterious Hogwarts. In fact, they were together the morning that a broomstick sized package came down from the ceiling of the Great Hall.
It was quite a normal morning, or at least as normal a morning could be at Hogwarts, and Pamina, Susan, and Hannah were eating their breakfast together in the Great Hall. But their attention was brought away from their eggs and bacon, when a large parcel carried by six owls, was flown over to the Gryffindor table. It landed with a thump in front of Harry Potter.
"What?" Hannah turned to Pamina and Susan, surprise on her face, "Guys that package looks a lot like a broomstick."
"Yeah but we're not allowed to have brooms," Susan argued.
"Whatever," Hannah said, " it doesn't matter that much anyway."