A/N: Hello fellow hoomans. Yes I know I'm updating like a crazy person, but that's what happens when your bored to the point that you start planning the murder of those you hate…Did I say that out loud? *nervous laugh* you know what I'm just gonna shut up so you can read now. Enjoy*dramatic hand movements*

Try it, just try it, I dare you to.

"HARPER GREY IF YOU DON'T GET OUT OF BED NOW, I WILL PERSONALLY SEE TO IT THAT THE PROFESSERS FIND YOUR SECRET STASH OF ANTIQUE LIQUORICE WANDS AND THAT OTHER STUFF YOU BOUGHT OFF WEASLEY!"

Knowing that the few threats Ada did give were rarely empty ones, I shot out of bed, trying to scramble out as fast as I could. It turns out I was too thoroughly wrapped in my blanket and soon found myself lying face first on the ground. "Are you alright Harp? Really Ada! You didn't have to be so harsh about it", I heard my new favorite person in the world said (Sam).

"Well she refused to get out of bed!" I heard an indignant Ada shoot back.

Soon, I felt a hand on my shoulder helping me up. Giving Sam a grateful look, I sprinted to the bathroom to freshen up before another lecture from Ada was thrown my way. Quickly getting into my robes and collecting my books I went down to the common room where my friends were waiting. Looking around, I couldn't stop the smile that was forming on my face. The black and yellow walls always made me feel cozy along the glowing fire. Above the fireplace, the portrait of the lady I owed my house to hung proudly, the wooden mantelpiece carved all over with dancing badgers. The wide variety of plants present, like; the various cactii that stood on wooden circular shelves (curved to fit the walls), and copper bottomed plant holders dangling amid the ceiling causing tendrils of ferns and ivies to brush your head as you walked by- showed off the Hufflepuff's knack of Herbology and seemed to relish the atmosphere of the room. Since the windows were just level to the ground, we could see the rippling grass and the dandelions along with occasional passing feet. The low windows made the room perennially sunny and the round, low ceilinged room which looked awfully like a badgers set could somehow still look cozy even in a thunderstorm. "If you're done admiring the room you've seen for the last four years, we should get to breakfast."

Ada's voice snapped me out of my daydream and I looked towards her, expecting to see her annoyed, but found her with a similar expression of fondness while looking around. And suddenly I had a moment of revelation in which I thanked my lucky stars (and the Sorting Hat) for putting me in Hufflepuff. Here, you could just take a moment to stop and admire the place in which you made so many memories and spent so much time without anyone judging you. In fact, others would join you. Almost as if to prove my point, Sam appeared beside Ada and gave a dreamy smile. "Feels good to be back, doesn't it?"

Grinning, my sour mood caused by waking up in such a haphazard manner gone, I replied, "It sure does."

"I dare you to fit this entire stack of pancakes in your mouth."

"Pu-lease. I could do that in my sleep", I replied brushing some non-existent dust from my shoulder.

I had been sitting with my fellow badgers in the Great Hall, enjoying stuffing myself with as much food as I could when this proposition was presented to me by a boy in my year named John Fancourt. Of course being the badass person I was, I just couldn't say no. Just as I reached towards the pancakes, my hands were slapped away by an exasperated Sam. "Enough fooling around Har, now if you're done filling yourself to the brim with food, we should got to class. Almost everyone's already left."

With me grumbling about my russet headed friend being a buzz kill, Samara, Ada and I exited the Great Hall, heading to our first class, History of Magic, taught by our very own ghost. Yes, Professor Binns still taught at Hogwarts. It was unfortunate, really. Even though attending his class was the equivalent of tying yourself to a chair and staring at a wall, it couldn't be missed. Especially not now, with our O.W.L's this year. Seating ourselves, I looked around for Marcus and seeing him on the other side of the class, yawning widely, I mentally prepared myself for the endless droning of the teacher. As soon as the class was over, I snapped my edition of A History of Magic shut and practically sprinted out of the room. Marcus followed me out in the hallway where I was waiting for him. "You seemed in a hurry to get out of there", he said, smirking.

I opened my mouth to reply but was quickly cut off by a girl, who seemed oddly familiar, running up to Marc and landing a kiss on his cheek. Snapping my mouth shut and narrowing my eyes, I observed her. She had silky dark blonde hair that reached her shoulders and dark eyes with thick lashes framing them. She was taller than me, but that came as no surprise as most of the population was. With my vertically challenged self being only 5'2, the mystery girl landed on about 5'6, only 3 inches shorter than Marcus. She was… well developed. Obviously, comfortably out of the awkward phase that seemed to be upon me perpetually. Her ivory skin shone, much like her hair, indicating a life of wealth and comfort. A green and black scarf was wrapped around her neck and it suddenly clicked. Of course, who else would dare to kiss Marcus? My eyes settled themselves back on her attractive face. Rosalyn. I was surprised when, at her name, I nearly grimaced. I had only ever seen her from afar and occasionally heard some story about her, never actually been in contact with her. Now actually being face to face with, I found myself immediately disliking her. The way she batted her eyelashes at Marcus and nearly sneered at me, made me wonder at how my best friend hadn't seen right through her just as he had all the other girls who had thrown themselves at him. All of Marc's old girlfriends, I had loved. They were lovely to me and genuine towards their feelings concerning Marcus. But her, she reeked of fickleness and arrogance. It made me want to gag. "Where were you at breakfast Marky?" she spoke up, her voice low and soft, rather than the screechy voice I had been expecting. Marky? He hated it when I called him that, so why wasn't he objecting now? And I knew why he hadn't come to breakfast. Anyone close to him would. Because he wasn't a morning person. Like AT ALL. So rather than him coming down to breakfast and snapping at and possibly cursing anyone within a five foot radius, we had convinced a nice house-elf from the kitchens called Snicky to deliver breakfast to him in his dorm. Simple solution really. "I simply didn't feel up to it", he lied smoothly.

But why? Why was he lying? Seeing my confused look, he subtly shook his head. Apparently the girl (I had decided to just call her the girl) had finally decided to pay some attention to me. "Oh you must be Harper. I'm Rosalyn."

Plastering a friendly smile on my face I replied, "Nice to meet you." Turning towards Marcus who looked confused upon seeing my smile (he could see right through it) I said, "I should get going. Ada and Sam will be waiting. See you later." And with that, I turned on my heel and walked towards my friends who indeed were waiting for me. "What was that?" Samara asked curiously. "What are talking about?" I replied.

"Oh hush. Don't try to play dumb, we heard, rather saw, the whole thing. What was up with that girl?" Ada stated, waving her hand.

Sighing, I dodged some over-enthusiastic first years who had decided it was a good idea to chase Filch's cat. "I don't really know. Apparently she's Marc's new girlfriend. I'm getting a real bad vibe from her though."

"I feel you Harp, that girl looked like bad news", Sam agreed.

Suddenly, a wide smile bloomed on her face as she looked over the heads of the other students crowding the hallways. "Cyrus! Over here", she called out. A tall boy approached us. He had a mixture of blond and black hair, giving him a salt and pepper look. He had soft features, with wide, light brown doe eyes giving him a dreamy look. His slightly pointed chin and permanent polite smile gave him an extreme upper hand when it came to other gender. He was a Ravenclaw through and through. Truly fulfilling the traits. He was intelligent, accepting and extremely creative. Sam and him had been friends for a year and a half now, and I had also grown quite close to him. "Good morning ladies. How was your first class?" his charming voice piped up.

Giving him a toothy smile, I spoke, "Professor Binns was as usual boring us to the point of considering Euthanasia (A/N: Where a person specifically asks for help in ending their life) in fact, I do believe that that is his master plan. He's going to make us kill each other. He always gave me the serial killer type feel."

Rolling his eyes, Cyrus gave me crooked smile, "Dramatic as usual I see. So Harper is obviously doing okay, though you never do know what's going on in your weird little head."

Feigning extreme hurt, I clutched my chest, gasping, "How dare you?!" Then narrowing my eyes, I added, "Just because my friend has given you a free pass to grope her at every turn does not mean you are safe from some sort of creative and ingenious act of violence that will never be traced backed to me."

Beside me, Ada cleared her throat, probably deciding to intervene before it grew to a full on back and forth between Cyrus and I. So while the couple now behind us were trying to control their blushing and gaping, Ada and I moved to our next class.

And so the whole day passed in a flurry of books, words, teachers and friends. Actually, one friend stayed missing. My best friend. I didn't see Marcus and the girl for the whole day.