The next day at breakfast we got our schedules. Owls also dropped letters off with other students. The tables were covered in normal breakfast foods, oatmeal, toast, sausage. When I saw my schedule I noticed that I had Potion Making with the Hufflepuff's. There were no classes with the Slytherins. Would we ever have a class with them, or would I be doomed to only see Angy while going to my next class.
The girl with the blue pigtails leaned over to talk to me. It was then that I noticed she was right next to me. "I wish I could say that I know what it feels like to be separated from someone you love. But I can't. Though, I might know later. My sister is coming next year, and I think she would be more Ravenclaw than anything." She smiled. All she ever did was smile. I'm sure that if she went to her mothers funeral she would be smiling.
Could she be a serial killer in disguise? Like in Sherlock, and she was Moriarty? Then who was Sherlock? Would I be Molly? Anderson?
"I'm Rose. Rose Longbottom. You're Alice, right? Oh, my sister is the Prefect, incase you were wondering. Who was your friend that went to Slytherin?" Her eyes looked curious and trustworthy, but her face still smiled. "Her name was Angy." I whispered. I wish she would leave me alone. I didn't want to talk to anyone, and talking to her made me nervous. It made me uncomftorable. "Were you both born in the wizard world?" She looked as if it was a stupid question, like we had to be from the wizard world. "No." I didn't want to tell her much, I felt as if she wanted to gain something from me that wasn't friendship.
"Thats weird." She was still smiling. Maybe I was too curious myself. "What do you mean weird?" I hoped I didn't sound offended. "Well, you are both from the muggle world, yet you still met each other, became best friends, and were both accepted into Hogwarts." She looked like she was concentrating on saying the right words, like she didn't know what to say or was trying not to say something.
Angy had read all the books on the wizard world. She had told me the different phrases that wizards use, and that a derogatory term for us would be 'Mudblood'.
"Fate wanted you two together." Rose smiled again. She wasn't trying to choose her words anymore. "I describe it more as God wanting us together." I replied. Rose looked confused, and went back to her food. I guess she was finished talking too.
After breakfast me and the other Gryffindor first years had herbology. Next was transfiguration. Then, there was potion making. I had picked the spot farthest in the back, were it was shadowed slightly more than the rest of the room. It was unrealistic, I admit, but so is a school for witches and wizards.
My partner had ended up being one of the leftovers who didn't pick a seat fast enough. He was the boy who had elbowed me. "Albus, right?" I asked when he sat down next to me. He nodded then pulled out his potions book. He never asked my name, so I didn't give it.
The teacher was a happy-go-lucky young woman who had an encouraging quote in the corner of the board. Across the middle she wrote 'Angel'. "I'm Professor Angel." She said. Her voice was high and happy. "Okay, so open your books to page ten, we will be doing a cure for boils potion today." She smiled more than Rose, which seemed impossible.
Albus read the instructions to me and handed me the ingredients. Professor Angel came by and told us we were doing perfectly. I noticed that Rose and her partner, one of the Gryffindor boys, kept messing up.
Potions was not Rose's strong point.
On the other hand, it seemed to be what I could do. Me and Albus worked well together, we both knew what we had to do and did it.
After Potion Making we had a class on flying brooms with Hufflepuff. Another elderly woman was teaching the class. "Say up to make your broom go to your hand. Be clear and demanding." She directed. Every student started saying up, I noticed that Rose's broom flew up into her hand after a few tries. It took me ten times before the broom flew into my hand. It hit hard, but not hard enough to hurt for more than a second.
After about five minuets the last person had their broom in their hand, he was a nerdy looking Gryffindor. The Professor instructed us on how to fly. Everyone jumped onto their brooms, a few kids fell off but most could hover in place.
Rose and me were the only Gryffindors who could fly above twenty feet. Albus and two other Hufflepuff girls could fly along with us. "Everyone land!" The professor called. She hadn't told us how to land yet. Most of the kids looked confused. A few that were hovering lowered. I thought of the witches I had seen in movies and how they landed.
I did what they did. I pointed my broom down slightly and straightened it once my feet brushed the ground.
"Come with me. Alice?" The professor walked forward. I nodded. "Stay on the ground, no flying!" She told the class.
She led me down winding halls to the potions class. "Professor Angel, could I barrow Elizabeth for a moment?" She asked. Professor Angel gestured for Elizabeth to leave.
Elizabeth was a tough looking girl. What I could see of her arms was pure muscle, her face was thin, and her blonde hair was cut short. Because of her hair, she either looked like the prettiest boy to live or an average girl with achne. "I know you had your heart set on Potter, but I think that Alice can be your seeker." The professor smiled. She looked as i she was trying to convince a communist leader to turn their country into a democracy.
"She can try out after school today, if she passes she will be the seeker." Elizabeth sighed.
I could be a seeker, whatever that was. If Elizabeth was stubborn about it it had to be important. Or she was stubborn.