April awoke to a small puddle of drool on her pillow, like every morning. The young witch
groaned as she wiped the dribble from her chin. She needed to sleep with a towel on her
pillow.
"Morning." Called a voice from the other side of the small room. April lazily sat up and
saw Vayvar sprawled out on her bed with her head buried in the pillow. As April turned her
head slowly everything became fuzzier as they got further away. Her eyes soon fell on a
blurred pile of pink frilly sheets that were snoring slightly, then an empty bed.
"Morning Ellura," April mumbled, rubbing her eyes, "what time is it?" a hazy shape
resembling the raven haired witch stepped into view. Ellura's clothes where always
mismatched; some were too big, some were too small, but everything was second-hand.
It had been a couple of days since the sorting and everyone had accepted each other's
differences: Ellura loved to read as much as any Ravenclaw, but never seemed to have
anything new, her favourite colours were black and green, and she didn't like talking about
her family, but apparently she was a pureblood. However the weirdest thing about Ellura was
that neither April or Vayvar had ever seen her smile, even when Vayvar filled the room with
sparrows on the first day of real school. Linda on the other hand was always smiling. Her
favourite colour was pink, and she put it everywhere she could; from her bed sheets to her
lipstick and nail polish, even her ten tonnes of luggage were pink. Linda's parents where both
muggles, Janet and Brad Hunter, and they wanted Linda to write to them about everything in
Hogwarts, they seemed really relaxed about the concept of magic. Izzy was a little crazy in
public, but she usually calmed down in the dorm, or other secluded place and really enjoyed
drawing. She loved a style of fashion called 'Steam punk' and even had her quill altered to
follow the trend. Her mother, Sarah, was a witch, but she hadn't told her muggle husband,
James Halous, about the world of magic, luckily Izzy's father went on a lot of business trips,
so she grew up in both worlds. Vayvar was extremely secretive about her family and always
wore a necklace with a strange pendant she never let April see properly, but she let Linda
see once when she asked. She saw it once when Vayvar was sleeping; it had a strange family
crest on it, it seemed slightly familiar, but April couldn't put her finger on it. At this time
every morning Ellura was finishing plaiting her hair and even without her glasses April could
see the piercing green eyes of the tallest roommate.
"Count to three and you'll get your answer." She said, tossing her finished braid over her
shoulder. April silently counted to herself and Vayvar's alarm clock went off. Ten to six. The
three sleeping girls were jolted awake; Izzy nearly fell on the floor, and Vayvar flailed her
arm wildly trying to find the clock without lifting her head. April slid her glasses on in time
to see the alarm clock get knocked off the bedside table and clatter to the floor. The alarm
stopped, but now it was in just the right spot for a half asleep Vayvar to stand on it, just like
every morning. Linda started snoring again and Ellura walked over to wake her up, just like
every morning. Izzy got her foot caught in her sheets, stumbled out of her bed and almost fell
onto Ellura's neatly made bed, just like every morning. The only person that seemed fully
awake in the morning was Ellura, who seemed fully awake even when she slept. As a half
asleep Vayvar yelped April sighed and tossed her sheets back, it was time for her to join the
morning ritual and run into the door as they were all leaving, just like every morning.
April and Vayvar seemed to have all their classes together, while Ellura was the only one
they knew in their Ancient History, Muggle Studies and Transfiguration classes, Linda had
Charms and Muggle Artefacts with them, Izzy also had Charms as well as Herbology and
Divination, the only lessons where all five of them were together was Defence Against the
Dark Arts and Care of Magical Creatures, and most of the COMC lesson Linda spent clinging
to Ella's arm no matter what they were looking at. Vayvar and April were heading to their
first potions class and Vayvar was complaining.
"Why did they give us so many different classes? We've already got three lots of homework
to do for next week and we haven't even had all our classes yet."
"Maybe they want us to try all the subjects so we can find what we like?" April suggested.
"That way we'll know what subjects to choose." Vayvar shrugged as they headed in to the
class room. A distant noise caught April's attention and she stopped with one foot in the
classroom. Twin red head boys bolted around the corner and nearly ran into April.
"Watch out for Snape-" Said one.
"-'causes he's really pissed." Finished the other.
"We pulled off an ingenious prank-"
"-with the help of a Huffle friend of ours-"
"-and woe on anyone that has him next." Then they disappeared up a flight of stairs. April
quickly ran into the classroom and sat next to Vayvar at the back desk.
"What do you know of two red head twin Gryffindor boys?" she asked the frizzy haired
witch.
"Fred Weasley and George Weasley," Vayvar sighed as she pulled out her books and quills,
"identical twin wizards born on the 1st of April, 1978 to Arthur and Molly Weasley. The
twins are famous for their pranking and mischief around the school. They're highly skilled
in magic and both of them played as Beaters on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. They were
raised at the Weasley family home of the Burrow, near Ottery St. Catchpole in Devon,
England." When she'd finished April was staring.
"How did you know all that?" Vayvar shrugged.
"My family, we need to know about all the other pureblood families and I just took an
interest in the Weasleys. Why did you want to know about them?" April cringed.
"Because they just ran past the classroom saying that they'd just played a prank on
Professor Snape, and now he's really angry." The news spread like wildfire and within
twenty seconds everyone in the class was talking about it, except April and Vayvar. April
was asking what the frizzy haired witch knew about her family.
"Let me think, Thompson... and your father went to Durmstrang?" when April nodded
Vayvar thought for a second before talking. "You come from a pureblood family, though
only you're fathers side of the family is concerned in keeping it that way, however it is their
custom to take the woman's last name. Your father's is Russian, his name is Yuri Dmitry,
and works in the Ministry of Magic as a maintenance employee, while your mother, Alice,
is from Denmark where they currently live with their four children, three boys and one girl,
who is the eldest of all the siblings. Their names are April, Carlos, Eric and Gennadiy."
Aprils jaw dropped and Vayvar through up her hands in defence. "Blame my family, they
forced me to learn this stuff." Before she could say anything Professor Snape burst through
the door and stalked up the front of the class saying:
"There will be no foolish wand waving, or silly incantations in this class." When the
professor reached the front he spun on his heal and sent a cold glair over all the students, a
Ravenclaw beside her whimpered. "As such, I don't expect many of you to enjoy the subtle
science and exact art that is potion making." The professor continued, his glair softening
slightly. "However, for those select few, who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how
to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and
even put a stopper in death." April found herself hanging on every word. Could you really do
that with potions? Suddenly Snapes glare landed on someone a couple rows in front of April
and hardened again. "Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession
of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not...pay...attention." everyone's
eyes landed on the black haired boy sitting next to Hermione. April couldn't see his face
but as the frizzy haired Hermione nudged him the boy stopped writing and looked up. "Mr.
Potter. Our...new...celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel
to an infusion of wormwood?" Hermione's hand shot up and April nearly laughed out loud
at her enthusiasm. Didn't they make some kind of sleeping potion? As Harry shrugged
the potions professor smirked slightly. "You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr.
Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" Hermione's hand jumped up
again, but even April knew the answer: A bezoar was a stone found in the stomach of a goat
that can save you from most poisons, April had used one once when she accidently touched
a Giant orange snail when she was little. Harry didn't know the answer though and the
professor smirked again. "And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfbane?"
he asked. Hermione looked like she was going to fall out of her chair. Wasn't Monkshood
and Wolfbane the same plant? Harry shook his head and said;
"I don't know sir." For the final time. Professor Snapes eyes never left the boy who lived.
"Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter?" April shivered, the air felt really cold
all of a sudden and one look from Vayvar told her that she wasn't the only one who felt it.