A/N - Sorry I haven't updated in ages guys - like I said, I'm country hopping. And I am now in Roskilde, Denmark. I was here for the festival in the summer, but this place is just so awesome, I had to come back. Anyway, the city inspired me to write you guys another chapter. I'm on the plane for a couple of hours, so I should have time to write some more to upload when I touch down in Madrid.

Anyway, I've been talking way too much about my travels - you're all waiting to read another installment - there's a couple of new characters mentioned, but you'll see that for yourself.

Rose - 6th Year Gryffindor

First day of lessons was always the same - we were all eager to start lessons, with the seventh years moping around all the corridors and the first years stumbling them without a clue where they were. In a week or two, we'd all be sleeping in and missing our lessons as regularly as our messed-up-body-clock-work.

I pulled on my shirt, buttoning it up and grabbing my tie as I grabbed my Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6 off the top of my trunk and making my way down the stairs. At the bottom, I found Jackie, standing there in a fairly dumb-struck manner. I approached her cautiously - I had never seen her speechless before.

"How long have you been standing here for?"

She remained still and quiet - two characteristics no-one could associate with Jaclyn Friday. I raised my hand and closed her mouth for her, alerting her to my presence. She glanced at me, and then threw a hate-filled finger at the couch by the fire.

"Look!" She hissed angrily. I looked over to see our latest sixth year lounging on the couch, legs kicked up over the arms as he flicked through a book. "He's in my spot..." Jackie growled lowly, her voice dark and lusting for vengeance.

"Jackie, remember what Professor Longbottom said - it's not just your spot-"

"It's my spot!" She growled, marching past me and thundering over to the boy on the sofa. Jackie stood above the boy, glaring down at him until he returned her menacing gaze.

"What do you think you're doing?"

The boy hesitated, looking back to magazine.

"Reading..." He spoke slowly, narrowing his eyes as he examined Jackie's features.

"And why are you reading here?" She was bright red, and jet of steam were bound to fire out of her ears in a moment.

"...because the floor's not that comfy-"

"Jackie," I moved forwards, grabbing Jackie's arm so she could not reach for her wand, "come on, we've got Potions."

And with that, I pulled Jackie out of the common room and away from another potential detention and loss of house points.

Donovan 'Donny' O'Toole - 7th Year Ravenclaw

I couldn't help but carry on grinning at the fifth year girl who sat a little further on down the table in the Great Hall. She was definitely pretty - a set of dark, deep honey-filled eyes. Not to mention her other 'assets'.

"Y'all right Donny?"

I turned around to see Megan McMotte standing there, hand on hip. I gave her my signature smirk and turned around, leaning backwards on the table.

"Morning Meg." I said, eyeing her up from toes to teeth. "How you been?"

"Not too bad." She said, playing with her hair - Megan was the sort of girl who would spend hours on her hair and make-up, but deny doing it... ever. Just like she was the sort of girl who would do everything possible to hint to a guy that she's interested, but she'd never say it - one of those girls that were too scared of coming off as 'easy'. In my extensive experience, those were the girls that were actually the easiest.

I glanced back to the girl down the table, who had turned her attention back to her work. Megan, however, saw my glance.

"What are you doing staring at the Valentine girl?" Megan asked, immediately stung.

"Why'd you care?" I asked, keeping my eyes on the younger girl. "Feeling left out?" I turned back to Megan, who stood there uncertainly for a few moments before walking away. I chuckled to myself and then pushed myself off of the table and began to swagger out of the hall. On my way, I felt something collide into my chest.

A girl stood in front of me, clad in canary-yellow robes.

"Hey Lara," I smiled at the seventh year Hufflepuff, "haven't seen you in a while..." I began to brush her hair behind her ear, when she was pulled aside by her twin brother, Lars.

"Maybe she was too busy getting herself tested to contact you." Lars pulled Lara away from me, shooting me a look - y'know that look that basically means 'you're scum'? Well, I pulled out my wand and threw a hex onto him - his hands suddenly flew to the insides of his thighs, and he hunched over, unable to stop himself stuttering and his jaw shaking. I grinned at my handiwork as several pockets of students in the hall began to laugh.

I slipped my wand back into my pocket and turned around to walk away... directly into Professor Romley.

Charlie - 6th Year Slytherin

The first day back - I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a tiny bit excited. I mean, it had been pretty dreary over the holidays - Peter was only in his second year and didn't take quickly to Quidditch, so it was just me and Adam tackling a tattered old quaffle off each other. At least now the Quidditch matches would start again. Euri Holt, in the year above, was still yet to think about try-outs, and I didn't want to get black-listed for bugging her about it, so I tried to push the thought from my mind as much as possible.

I pulled out my timetable, examining my first lesson - potions.

I simply slung the my satchel over my shoulder and made my way through the bustling corridors of lost first-years until I came to the staircase that wound around towards the dungeons.

I swiftly passed through the heavy door and saw the class was already there, taking their seats and catching up.

I scanned the room, acknowledging the complete lack of Slytherins in the class. I finally locked eye contact with Rose, who was sitting with Jackie. I bit my lip, grabbing my bag tightly as I made my way over towards them.

"Hi," I said timidly, testing the waters - it was evident in Rose's silence and Jackie's glare that they still hated me. "So, how were the holidays?"

"What do you want Charlie?" Rose spoke without even looking at me.

"I..." I paused - I didn't know what I wanted. I suppose I wanted to know how she felt - how her family was, and how Jackie's holiday in Australia was. "I wanted to see if you were alright-"

"Didn't know you cared." Rose scoffed.

"I've said sorry a million times Rose." I said earnestly. "I didn't mean for it to end up like this, it just... I don't know what happened." I couldn't find any more words. "I'm sorry-"

"Screw you." Jackie stared daggers at me, and continued to do so until I moved to the back of the classroom to sit on my own.

Professor Cutmore proceeded to teach the class about several elixirs and outline the course to us. No sooner than twenty minutes later, when we began to set up our cauldrons, did the door creak open once again.

Ardan - 6th Year Gryffindor

The classroom was full of students already - they had their cauldrons set up and were already assembling their ingredients on the tables. I looked at their spindly and crooked teacher, who examined me peculiarly.

"Can I help you Mr...?" He spoke with a sharp edge to his tone.

"Yeah, I'm meant to have Potions class with..." I check the timetable, "Professor Cutmore?" He nodded.

"You must be the new arrival Professor McGonagall informed me of this morning. How do you do?" He approached me, slipping out his hand, which I shook softly - afraid I'd snap his hand off. "You can borrow some equipment from the cupboard - just take a place next to..." He pointed at the girl in emerald robes, clicking his fingers as he closed his eyes, concentrating.

"Charlie." The girl spoke.

"Charlie- Charlotte. Yes - if you will?" I casually strolled over to the table, putting my bag down beside the table before reading the assignment on the board. No sooner had I read the date than I had heard the Slytherin student next to me groan. I turned to see it to be one of the worst people I had met so far.

"Oh. It's you." She stated in disappointment. It was the girl from the train - the one who had tackled me out of the blue.

"The feeling's mutual." I informed her as I began to prepare my ingredients. I looked up at the assignment on the board - it seemed easy enough - Kingsmont insisted on all their students being star potioneers. This class wouldn't seem to serve much purpose after all. I waited until Cutmore had his back turned and then I picked up my bag and walked back out of the classroom.

I made my way up the stairs, missing a few at a time and managed to find my way to the Gryffindor dormitories, where I flung my bag down on my trunk at the foot of my bed. I pulled a book out of it and began to flick through the pages. My next lesson was only Charms at fourth period.

Hope you guys enjoyed!

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Rose

Jackie

Donovan

Charlie

Ardan

Cordi

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