Hey guys! I hope ya'll had a happy new year and that it was a lot of fun. As promised here's another chapter before school starts again, which I ma not looking forward to. But yeah, here's the next chapter!

Wendy POV

So far I really liked Hufflepuff. The people in the house were nice and what made it even better is that one of my friends was with me. We saw everyone else on a daily basis, although talking was kind of difficult, especially for our friends in Slytherin. I only knew Draco a little bit because it seemed he was rarely in Magnolia. "Potions should be fun, don't you think?" Lisanna asked me cheerfully as we walked down to the dungeons.

"Yes, it should be interesting," I replied giving a small smile. Charle was flying next to us, refusing to let me out of her sight incase something bad happened.

"I just hope the teacher isn't as bad as everyone makes him out to be," Charle prayed.

"I'm sure it'll be fine," Lisanna reassured them as she speed walked to the classroom. The dungeon was dark and had a musty smell. My nose wrinkled since my sense of smell was as strong as a dragon's. Countless potion ingredients lined the walls, everything on display in clear, glass jars. A man with greasy, black hair and a hooked nose was standing in front of the classroom waiting for everyone to take their seat.

"Well the classroom isn't pleasant at all," Charle observed. My nose might not have been as good as Natsu's or Gajeel's but it still smelled revolting.

"Where are the exchange students?" he questioned in a monotonous voice. The two of us raised our hands. "How much do you know about potion making?"

"Our headmaster said we can do any work the fifth years do, even if we are a bit young," Lisanna asserted and the professor raised a black eyebrow.

"Very well then," he nodded his head curtly and waved his wand. "There are the instructions, go and get started." Everyone rushed up to get their ingredients and the room was filled with the quiet murmurs of people reading instructions and measuring ingredients.

At the end of the class, Lisanna and I looked down proudly at the potion we had created. It was slightly different than what Snape had expected but he looked surprised that we were able to create anything at all. "Fill a flask with your potion and bring it up for grading. Tonight I want a 12 inch essay on moonstone and its properties in potion making." The bell tolled and class ended.

"He didn't seem that bad, Snape could have been a little nicer but it wasn't that terrible. It was actually kind of fun," Lisanna prattled about the lesson.

"How is potions?" Erza asked us as we passed them in the hallways.

"It wasn't too bad," I answered but was pulled away by Lisanna before I could elaborate. Happy and Charle who had started talking had their conversation cut short from us hurriedly leaving.

"Well we need to get going. See you at lunch!" Lisanna and I departed hurriedly. "What do we have next?" Lisanna peered over my shoulder to look at my schedule.

"Divination," I replied. Luckily we found some other hufflepuffs who were going there and they helped us find the classroom. Similar to the dungeons this room also gave off a nauseating aroma. This one smelled like too much perfume and scented candles; the stench was so bad my eyes started watering. Glancing around quickly I risked a little dragonslayer magic. The air moved according to my will so the overpowering smell was pushed away. I breathed a sigh of relief, and a chuckle escaped my mouth. Poor Natsu, Gajeel, Evelyn, and Draco; they couldn't control air so they had to suffer through this.

"What are you laughing at Wendy?" Charle asked.

"Natsu and the other dragonslayers need to put up with the smell and they can't control air." Charle's mouth twitched in a smile as the idea amused her.

"We have newcomers in this class, I see," stated a woman who kind of resembled a glittering insect with all her jewelry and oversized glasses.

"You," she said pointing to me, "will get gravely injured from a long fall to the ground," I didn't bother restraining my laughter. I was a sky dragonslayer; as long as there was air I could survive. The rest of the class crept by and I suddenly felt exhausted.

"Do you think she's going to say Natsu will die from exposure to fire?" Lisanna giggled, thinking about her childhood friend. I let out a small laugh and nodded in agreement.

"I have a bad feeling she's going to mention what happened to Evie though," I worried, "and then Natsu's going to go crazy."

"Please stop talking," Professor Trelawney called, "the noise is disrupting my inner eye." Both of us glanced at each other and burst out laughing.