Hey! Not much activity on this but thanks a million to cc4s for continually reading this and Google Translate for aiding me in writing this. I LOVE YOU GOOGLE! Important note: I was going to tell you what each of the groups meant but then I decided that I wanted to see if you can figure it out. Yes they are real French words. You can look them up on Google Translate but it would be more interesting if you figured them out yourself. If you are looking them up, Eclat has a line over the E. Sorry for the long note. PLEASE review! Thanks! –ng7

I go down to breakfast. I wanted to make a good impression so I curled my side ponytail. Before I went downstairs, I made sure to check my uniform multiple times and flatten it out even more times. I don't want my teachers to think I am a frump.

For breakfast I have a chocolate croissant. I don't feel in the mood for much more. My stomach is full of butterflies. I eat it quickly and wait to receive my schedule. My first class is History of Magic. I decide to leave breakfast early; don't want to be late for my first class on my first day! I rush to find it and arrive 5 minutes early. In my opinion, this is just on time. I sit and wait for my classmates. Tilda comes.

"Hi!" She says. I run up and give her a hug.

"To bad we aren't in the same, what do they call it?"

"A répartition. It essentially means division. You can just call it that."

"Cool." At that the door to our class opens and we walk in.

It was a very dull class. Everyone in my family would tell me stories of how boring the Hogwarts professor is but I think this lady may be worse. She is ancient. I wonder if you made a Horcrux or something because there is no other way that she could still be alive. I swear I fell asleep. I hate to admit misconduct but I think everyone else must have drifted off at some point.

I have to pack up quickly because my next class is Herbology and all the way across the grounds in Greenhouse 7. I quickly say goodbye to Tilda and set off for class.

As I speed walk, I look at my watch. I am already running late. There is 5 minutes before class starts. I begin to run. If I run I should be there in 2 minutes instead of 3. I can't show up late.

There is a loud bang and then a muffle thunk. I look to find the source of the noise and see a dead squirrel lying on the ground with smoke rising out of its body. Coming from a tree is a loud laugh. I look up and see a boy with the end of his wand smoking.

"Just what do you think you are doing up there, you're going to be late to class, not to mention you just killed an innocent animal!" I don't even bother to speak in French. Even if he doesn't know what I am saying, I think the tone of my voice will get the point across.

"Ooh la la. An English girl. What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at Hogwarts?" He asks in the average British dialect. He hops out of the tree.

"Shouldn't I be asking the same of you?" He shrugs.

"I suppose. By the way, my name is Laurent Conrad. What about you angel?" He grabs a lose strand of hair and twirls it around his finger.

"That is none of your business and I think I am much too young for you." I say as he appears to be in at least his 3rd year.

"I'm just a second year." He says, obviously trying to sound innocent.

"Well, I am still too young to have a boyfriend in any case."

"Whatever you want angel."

"Stop calling me that!" and I stomp off to Herbology, now considerably late. Who does he think he is, harassing a little girl?

Through out Herbology, I keep thinking about my recent encounter. I conclude he is an idiot and decide to just forget about it. I don't. As I head to Transfiguration, I take a different route, trying to avoid the tree Laurent was perched in even though it is unlikely that he is still there.

When I get there, everyone is talking in hushed voices and biting their lips. I look and see if Tilda's here. Instead I see Jack standing alone.

"Hi Jack!" I wave then walk over to him.

"Hi Chan…"

"See you already figured out my nickname."

"Yeah…"

"Why is everyone so nervous?" I ask curiously.

"We hear that Madame Loisel is really mean." He says nervously.

"Oh. I hope she is easy on us."

"Yeah." Right at that moment the doors open and reveal a very scary looking woman.

She isn't ugly. In fact she is very beautiful. However, she is not the type of beautiful that looks, beautiful if you get what I am playing at. Her hair is jet black and curly, draped over one shoulder. She has very high cheekbones and a pointed jaw. Her lips look like they would be full if they weren't pressed in a thin line. She has a single beauty mark just about the left side of her mouth. Her eyes are stormy grey. Her pupils are large and look like there is a dark tunnel heading through a storm. She scares me to death.

Madame Loisel stands back from the door and lets us pass. As each of us pass, she looks us up and down. The look on her face as she looks at me suggests that she is looking at the spawn of Satan.

When I walk in, I see that at each seat is a name tag. My name is at a seat very near the front. Darn it. I am sat next to Jack. Thank heavens. I guess my seat is neutral in terms of desirability.

I immediately get out my fancy peacock feather quill I got for my 11th birthday last December and a piece of parchment. As Jack sits next to me, he appears to have a similar reaction as I had. When he sits down, he looks at me and winks. I pretend to giggle. I feel truly bad for Jack and his flirting skills.

The door slams and Madame Loisel walks up to the blackboard. "Okay class. Quiet down." None of us were talking in the first place. "Today we are to learn about the art of Transfiguration." She points her wand at Jack and turns him into a weasel. I gasp. That should be illegal! She turns him back. "This is where you will be in your 7th year. I don't suggest trying this unless you want to get into deep trouble. Today I will be lecturing you on the basics of Transfiguration."

And she is off with what I think will be the longest ever lecture on how to hold a wand. At first I try to show some interest in it by copying her movements with my own willow and unicorn hair wand but I soon lose that small interest.

I find myself daydreaming about what I had experienced before Herbology. That guy is a complete weasel. Isn't it common knowledge how not to be a pedophile? He is a pretty scary 12 year old. I guess he thought I was in his year. I am, in fact, going to turn 12 in a few months and I do, in fact, look much older than I am. Why, out of all the girls, did he choose to freak out me…

"Ms. Weasley!" I jolt out of my muse. "I am sorry to interrupt your trip to lala land, but I am teaching a very important lesson here back on Earth!" Okay, officially least favorite teacher. "Go to the Head Mistresses office right this minute!" I can feel tears forming. What is this woman's problem? I jump out of my seat and head to my doom.

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