(A.N. I'm sorry I haven't written any of my stories for so long, I've had no computer access. well, onto the chapter!)
After breakfast was done, everyone flocked towards the common room. It was rather difficult weaving in and out of the crowd, and i got lost for a while. Luckily, Missy knew the way back to the common room very well. After about three sets of stairs, and one trick door, we finally made it to the Ravenclaw dorms.
"Should we say the password?" I asked Missy, and let go of her hand. She bit her bottom lip, brown eyes uncertain. "Er, Luna? I think I've forgotten it..."She held her left arm closer to her, and seemed to shrink into her clothes."Oh," I said, and thought it over. Since it was after breakfast, there was sure to be people following us. We wouldn't be the last ones, and someone would know the password.
"I'm so sorry..." She whispered, and pulled her blue and silver scarf over her face.
"No, its alright!" I said, giggling. She was a rather fearful girl, unlike most in my dorm room. "It isn't like there's any harm done, someone will come along soon. We'll just sit here, and wait."
Missy nodded, and slumped to the floor. I followed suit. I slipped one hand into the pocket of my robes, and pulled out a dirigible plum. Holding it by one leaf as so it wouldn't float away, I stared at it for around five minutes. It just felt like... home. My mother and I had planted those plums, right next to the wall of our home. Missy noticed my staring, and brought out her wand.
"I learned a spell that will keep the plum from rotting," She said, shifting to her knees. "Would you like to keep it?"
"Seems useful," I replied with a smile. "You'll have to teach me." She grinned shyly, and held out her wand.
"Vivificabit!" she said, waving her wand in a clockwise motion. Her hair flew back as a dash of white light hit the plum, and seemed to embed itself inside. She smiled, and pushed back her bangs. "I suppose it should keep, but I'm not entirely sure."
"Well, if you think it will, thats good enough for me." we sat in silence for a moment, and then heard footsteps. I picked up my bag, and helped up Missy. A second year girl named Cho and a third year named lee Anne turned the corner, and stopped in front of the picture.
"Did you forget the password, Missy?" asked Cho kindly. Missy nodded. Cho smiled sympathetically, and turned back to the painting.
"Scientia et ingenio." The painting swung open, and we stepped inside. There was a crowd of first years huddled around a sheet of paper on the wall, and several older students lounging on chairs. Missy waved goodbye to me, and followed Cho to the list for second years. I waved back, and turned towards the paper.
"Alright first years!" Called a girl with long dark hair and a prefect's badge. "Gather around. First you have potions with Snape, combined with the Hufflepuffs." A few snickers ran through the room, and one girl started complaining rather quickly. "Why Snape!" she cried. "He's the worst teacher out there! has it in for everyone but the Slytherins, I tell you." The prefect girl shot her a look, and she shut up.
"First years will have Snape until eleven o'clock. Then you'll meet in the great hall for lunch, and proceed to Professor Flitwicks for charms with the Gryffidors. Once that's over, you'll meet professor Lockhart for defense against the dark arts." She turned back to the paper for a moment, and flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder.
"Ha!" Shouted a boy from the sitting section. He had ash brown curly hair, freckles, and an olive complexion. "That bimbo couldnt teach a single class! all he cares about is his own reflection. you should see the girls swoon over him." he jumped up, and started swaying on his feet, and said in a high pitched voice, " Oh professor, can i answer number three? Would you like me to wipe down the chalkboard professor? Did you kill the werewolf like this, professor? My, your hair is soooooo Shiny! How do you get it to look like that!" He laughed heartily, and leaned on the prefect. "I'll bet she likes him just as much as the other girls do, and she has a prefect boyfriend. What a pity that Percy isn't half as grand as Lockhart."
"Horace," growled the prefect girl, shrugging him off. "Sit down. Now." He put both hands in the air as surrender, and sat. She regained her posture, and turned back to us. "Between charms and Defense against the dark Arts, you'll have an hour of free time. You can roam the grounds, come back here, or study in the library. I suggest the third option, or your grades will go down fast," she said, looking pointedly at Horace. He grinned, grabbed his satchel, and stood.
"At least I actually do something other than study in that musty old place all day. Call me if you need me, 'Miss Prefect'," he said over his shoulder mockingly, and left the room. We all watched as he left. Suddenly, he popped his head back in.
"Well? are you lot going to follow me to your classes, or not?" Most of the students shrugged, grabbed their satchels, and followed him. If looks could kill, the prefect girl in the corner was about to commit murder.
"How he ever got into Ravenclaw when Percy didn't is beyond me." She muttered, and marched up to the girls dorms to grab her books. I opted to follow Horace instead of getting hopelessly lost again. I had no doubt that I could find my way, but it seemed quite rude to show up late on the first day of classes. On our way there, I noticed damp floors. It didn't take long until we were able to see red writing on the wall.
"This happened last night," muttered Horace. "That Potter kid and his friends found it. Unlucky blokes. It's the reason that so many kids were late to bed yesterday." I looked up to the writing, but was unable to read it in time. Filch came around the corner, and started fussing.
"Well! Get on with it!" He shouted, obviously in a bad mood."Get to your classes! Theres no need for brats around here today! Keep moving, or you'll have detention tonight. Go!" i turned around swiftly, and our group rushed down the hall. "That was filch," I heard a boy say. "My older brother says he's a real pain." Horace shushed him, and motioned towards a door.
"Follow that to the dungeon. Snape's in there. I'd advise against any tricks in this class, though they're quite welcome in any other." he grinned again, and turned back down the hall. We bustled into the class, and sat down. the lighting was dim, and the walls covered with a layer of damp.
"Turn your books to page three," called and oily voice. A man with black hair as oily as his voice and a crooked nose stood at the front of the classroom. "My name is Professor Snape"
(A.N. Well, thats all i'll write today, as my shoulders hurt from typing. see you later!)