I woke up quite early the next morning because of a horrendous dream, my body was sticky with sweat. I tried to remember what it was and gave up because all that was coming across from my mind was a fuzzy noise. I instead got up and decided that I was going to go and take a hot shower to wake myself up more. Everyone else was sleeping so I crept on cats' feet to the door of the dormitory and quietly left.
I came out of the bathroom about ten minutes later and looked out the window, I could see the sun peaking above the horizon in a haze of red and orange. It was probably one of the most beautiful things I've seen. I decided to take a seat in one of the soft red armchairs that was near to the window. I liked the silence that was filling the room. Silence was one of the things that I rarely got at home, my little sister who was only 8 was very noisy, even when she slept! This was very relaxing and it remained that way until about 10 minutes after I sat down I heard a creak at the top of the stairs to the boys' dormitories. It was Remus.
"Good morning Lena," he yawned walking across the common room to sit in a squashy yellow armchair across from me. "Why are you up so early?"
"I couldn't sleep, I was too excited to start today," I lied, I didn't want to have to try to explain my dream to him that had woken me up so suddenly. "Now, why are you up so early?"
"I like mornings," Remus whispered softly, looking out the window at the rising sun. That's when I noticed his eyes where a marvelous blue. His gaze shifted over to me, "Want to go down to breakfast?" he asked.
"I'd love to go down to breakfast!" I said as my stomach growled slightly. We made our way across the common room floor and out through the portrait hole. As we left I could hear people starting to stir in their dorms and footsteps crossing the floor. "I hope we don't get lost," I muttered before we turned into the first corridor.
"I hope we don't either!" he agreed. "I think this way looks right," he said poking his head around a corner.
"Well then move it," I said, giving him a slight shove out into the hall.
Along the way there we passed by numerous moving portraits of people, suits of armor, and statues of people. Finally after about a half hour of wandering I swore that we had passed by the same statue twice.
"Didn't we already go by this statue?" I asked gesturing to a statue that appeared to be a witch with a fruit basket.
"I don't think so," said Remus scratching the side of his head as he examined the statue. "Or… maybe we did…" Remus looked closer at the statue. "I think we're lost!" he finally proclaimed.
"Seriously!? I thought you knew where we were going!" I shouted.
"Hey! Don't say that! I was following you!"
"Okay, well… Let's try going this way," I said pointing to a corridor going left.
"Alright. It's not like we can get any more lost," Remus sighed and rolled his eyes.
About ten minutes later we finally reached a staircase.
"We're on the seventh floor!" Remus exclaimed looking downward and counting the floors.
"How did we get up here? We're higher than where we started from!" I cried.
"Well, if we try going downward we might run into the Great Hall. I think it's just down these seven flights of stairs," said Remus as I gave him a horrific look. "Hey, just be glad we're not going up seven flights."
After our long descent of the seven flights of stairs we finally reached the Great Hall. I had never been happier in my life. I thought we were going to be forever lost in the enormous castle.
"What were you two up do?" questioned Sirius with a mischievous look on his face.
"We got lost," I replied.
"You sure you two weren't up to some smoocie smoocie in the corridors?" laughed James.
"The only one who will be smoocie smoocieing with anything will be you with the floor," I growled shoving toast in my mouth.
"What time is it James?" Remus asked while pouring some orange juice.
"It is… eight thirty," answered James.
"Wow! We were wandering lost upstairs for about an hour and a half!" I said snorting into my apple juice. I didn't think that we were wandering for that long at the most I had thought it was only forty-five minutes.
Suddenly the hall was filled with owls of all sorts. There were barn owls, snowy owls, eagle owls, great horned owls, and other kinds that I did not know the names of. Everyone got an owl, they were carrying our schedules. I tore mine open excited to see what the first class was going to be.
"Charms!" I gleefully shouted. "We have charms first!" I did a little bit of a happy dance in my seat. Charms was the class that I was the most excited to take.
"Not so fast," muttered James, "after that we have Potions with the Slytherins."
"Oh nooooo," Sirius groaned.
"It probably won't be that bad," mumbled Remus.
"You don't know Slytherins," growled Sirius, "they are all horrible. They will go out of the way just to hurt someone's feelings.
"Guys! We only have ten minutes to find our first class!" exclaimed Peter looking at his watch worriedly.
"Oh no! I'm not even sure where this class is at!" I cried. "Do any of you?"
"I think that it's on the second floor," said James as we all grabbed our stuff and ran for it.
We were all breathless after running at full speed up two whole flights of stairs. Luckily the classroom was just around the first corner. We breathlessly walked into the classroom and still ended up being about ten minutes late. Everyone in the class turned to look at us as we walked through the door. It was the most dreadful feeling ever, even the tiny professor was giving us an annoyed look.
"You're late," the professor squeaked at us.
"We're sorry," the five of us mumbled in shame and in unison. We all bowed our heads and took the only empty seats that were at the front of the classroom. What a horrible way to start off the first day of schooling. I felt as though I could cry, I hated starting off on the wrong foot with people, especially with professors. I felt a cold gloominess as I realized that I would probably be having the two horrible classes right after each other. I didn't want to see the Slytherins and I could no longer be optimistic about them. "This sucks," I muttered under my breath and James gave me a sympathetic look.