DISCLAIMER: This so not mine, only the characters are. So is the story. Until further notice, nothing else is.

NOTE: The dorms are made up of four bunk beds; I'll draw a map later and put a link to it in my bio. This chapter might be longer (sorry) so bear with me!

After the Placing, Violet and James parted with the rest of Unole to the dorms and Main Room.

The Main Room was like a large living room, complete with a radio and three circular desks with four chairs each. In front of a large bookcase were two couches and five armchairs, all of which looked very comfy according to Violet. The bookcase was made of marble, like the walls. The floor was a large sea-blue carpet.

"Their the Home colors; blue and white," James pointed out.

All students under Fourth Grade were sent to sleep. After a brief shower, Violet hopped into her assigned bed in her dorm room. She shared the dorm room with eight other First Graders. As she got dressed, a First Grader named Diana Garcia introduced herself.

Violet listened half-heartily as the First Grader talked about classes and the Wizarding School in England.

"See, I used to live in Italy. So I could've gone to Hogwarts, but we moved right before my tenth birthday. I live in New York now, with my grandparents." Diana explained.

"Where are your parents?" Violet asked.

"They died after the war, they were Death Eater capturers but on one of the missions they died. That's why my grandparents and I moved." Diana said, "America is much safer."

"I wouldn't say so, not with all the Scourers about." Violet whispered, but Diana didn't seem to hear.

After the First Graders got dressed in their pajamas, they seemed to all drift to sleep. James told Violet on the train that the school had calming enchantments at night, in order to relive students of stress before bed. For some reason however, Violet couldn't seem to sleep. She tried all she could but her eyes didn't grow heavy and she couldn't and wouldn't yawn.

After about an hour, Violet got out of bed. She went to the restroom to wash her face. After the water doused her and relaxed her, she looked in the mirror. Right behind her reflection was a tall hooded figure, its face was covered but under the hood Violet could see dark orange light glowing. She whirled around and looked about, but there was nothing there. Violet's inner Unole shrugged it off as a trick of the light (the Unole were said to be very careless and not as worrisome as the other Homes).

In bed, Violet still couldn't get herself to sleep. She thrashed around as whispers floated around her, wanting attention. They spoke to her and said her name over and over again as if calling her. Violet closed her eyes tight and saw a flash of green light followed by someone screaming. She sat up with a start and started to scream herself.

"Violet!" Diana cried from the bunk above hers, sounding annoyed and tired.

"Sorry… Nightmares…" Violet apologized.

The other girls rolled eyes and murmured, rolling on their sides and going to bed.

Violet tried her best to sleep but eventually gave up and took a sleeping potion her mother had made for her when she was stressed and Violet figured that this was certainly one of those times.

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The next morning Violet woke up with an unpleasant headache. She growled and snapped at everyone, took an extra long shower and spent less than five minutes with her short curly hair. She dressed carelessly and ended up looking as if she wore her clothes to bed. She missed two buttons when putting on her button down shirt and she didn't bother tying her shoelaces. Overall, she looked like she was just survived a duel.

James was merrily eating waffles and dousing them with pumpkin syrup (his favorite, mind you) when Violet sat in front of him looking violent and edgy. James stared at her as he set down the syrup bottle, she looked furious! She was beautiful when she was furious.

"What do you want?" Violet growled at her friend as she served herself toast with butter.

"You look different." He replied.

"Oh, right," Violet muttered and quickly fixed her shirt, "better?"

"Loads" said James, fighting the urge to turn redder than a strawberry.

The two ate in silence and James noticed as Violet's expression softened after every few minutes.

"Oh, James. I'm sorry I snapped at you. I just couldn't sleep and had to take Sleeping Draught, and it never goes down well you know that" Violet apologized.

"It's okay, really, Vi. I was just shocked at how… Untidy you look." James said.

"Sorry, I didn't want to miss breakfast." She blushed in embarrassment.

Before James could say she was actually very pretty, the bell rang and it was time for their first class of the day.

Violet found that she absolutely hated alchemy. Their alchemy lesson for the day focused on the Alihosty Draught, which causes the drinker to burst into hysterics. Violet could have sworn she followed the recipe shown in her Alchemy For First Graders textbook but somehow she got it wrong. Instead of turning a boiling purple, her potion turned a bubbling orange. Needless to say her grade was a T.

"That's not that bad," James said, trying to console her, "at least you didn't get an H."

"What does a T even mean?" Violet scoffed back.

"Well the grading scale goes from P, which is perfect, down to H, which is horrible. T is terrible, which is a step above H."

"What's after P?" Violet wondered, now she was interested.

"G, great. Then is O, which is okay. Then B, which is bad. And then T and then H." James explained.

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History of Magic was a completely different story. Violet found herself extremely bored during this class. James, however, looked very interested as he took note after note after note.

The lesson was on Rappaport's Law. Violet could only remember a few things; it was a law instituted by Emily Rappaport, and that it kept the No-Maj away from the wizards instituted it in 1790. James could almost recite the entire lecture, if he does say so himself. Joking aside, Violet hated the lesson, but that isn't what made the portion day most memorable.

When History of Magic ended, Violet and James had trouble gathering their things and ended up hurrying to their next class. This resulted in them bumping into Alexander Link, a school Teacher's Assistant. He is a Fifth Grader and older than them by five years, this gave James great fear. He shook uncontrollably, almost dying of embarrassment.

"And what are you doing out of class?" He asked, in a voice that shouted evil.

"I would ask the same." Violet's eyes narrowed, he wasn't going to get away without being sassed on her watch.

"Cheeky aren't you? Ten points from each! Off to your class before I get you detention!" He shouted.

Violet growled and James nodded repeatedly and they both scurried off.

"He's abusing his power!" Violet whispered to James during Maziology Lessons.

"He's doing his job!" James countered.

"I think he ought to keep his nose out of other people's business! We're only- what?- five, ten, minutes late?"

"You amaze me sometimes, Vi." James shook his head, laughing softly.

"I try." Violet replied, glowing in satisfaction.

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A/N: I know, I know, horrible ending but I had a blast writing this. Review because they really help out, even if it hardly shows. Thanks for reading and see you next week!