As they were all in different years, Lynn, Dani, and Aimee split off toward different first classes. Lynn went to Advanced Care of Magical Creatures (despite the fact that she had already done N.E.W.T.s early), Dani set off for History of Magic for fourth years, and Aimee went off to her Potions class. Unfortunately, her friends were not able to accompany her past the dungeon entrance, and she was quickly distracted by the increasingly amusing game of counting the stones on the walls. The result was that she was ten minutes late for class….Snape's class.

Aimee pushed the heavy door open with fervor, having only just realized that she needed to be getting to class. She underestimated her strength and the door slammed open, knocking against the wall noisily and attracting the attention of the already seated class. Aimee took no notice of the fact that she had an entire classroom of all Hogwarts students staring at her, and instead rushed on into the classroom. Sprinting in, she slipped on the cold stone and wobbled over. Clutching desperately at her hat as it toppled off her head with the momentum, she righted herself and began determinedly to blow hair out of her face.

"May I help you?" said a rather venomous looking man at front of room, surveying her with obvious distaste.

Aimee shrugged and looked back at him.

"Is this the Potions class taught by mister….er…Snape?" She asked.

"Yes," Snape drawled, "And it is a sixth year class. May I redirect you to the first year classes?'

A group of the girls who happened to be sitting by where Aimee stood sniggered, eager to see a Beauxbatons girl put in her place.

Aimee gasped, "I am a fifth year, thank you very much!"

Snape remained cold and expressionless.

"You fail to make your point, young lady, as you would still be in the wrong class." His oily voice sneered.

"Actually," Aimee said, now gazing around the room with some interest, "I am supposed to be here."

A few of the sniggering girls shot her doubtful looks, but she continued.

"I'm a year ahead in a few of my classes, this being one of them."

Snape's jaw went slack only briefly before returning to his stoic expression.

"You are aware, however, that you arrived ten minutes late for class and have now held it up for a further five."

Aimee stared right back at him.

"Oh-sorry about that…you know, mighty interesting walls you've got here," She said, grinning innocently back at him.

"Take a seat Ms…"

"Aimee Hollyntov," Aimee supplied.

This started up a few of the more persistent gossipers in murmuring about ridiculously fancy names as she searched for a seat. Finding only one near the back by a pair of red headed boys, she flounced down and placed her bag on the table to listen to the Potions lesson.

"Psst," She thought she heard someone whisper.

Dismissing it airily as her imagination, she tried to listen to Snape's lecture on the wizarding world's many poisons and their properties. Within moments she was completely bored and couldn't bear to listen to the monotony for another moment, opting instead to retrieve the Quidditch book from her bag and read it under the desk.

"Psst!"

This time Aimee whipped around in alarm to see the two red headed boys, who she now realized were twins.

"What?"

"What was that?!"

Aimee glanced around confusedly.

"What was what?"

"That?!" One of them said, gesturing toward the door that had been closed since her rather eccentric entrance.

"Oh," Aimee said grinning, "I got, erm…distracted on my way here. Might as well make an entrance...?"

The second grinned, "It was bloody brilliant." The other nodded along with him. "I'm Fred by the way."

"And I'm George," His twin followed up, both nodding simultaneously to her in greeting and holding out their hands.

"Aimee," She said, shaking their hands cheerfully.

"So do you happen to be a whiz at Potions? Because we've been getting in a bit of the entrepreneurial spirit ourselves and could use some expertise…"