Just a short chapter. Can you guess who I've styled Arty on yet?

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The worst bit about the first morning is the getting up. I'm quite an early riser anyway (I like to go swimming in our garden pond back home before, would you know - Gringylows are such gossips)but even I have a habit of falling asleep in 1st lesson. (It is History of Magic though so everyone apart from Remus and Lily falls asleep in that so I guess I'm off the hook) I glanced down at my timetable and groaned. Monday - Double History of Magic, Double Transfiguration, Double Potions with the Slytherins.

Why did I bother getting up this morning?

I poured myself a large mug of coffee and inhaled about half of it before taking a pure red apple from a nearby fruit bowl. I rolled it between my fingers admiring it's colour.

I didn't even notice my bag was open when I left the Great Hall for lessons.

In History of Magic there are 3 things I always do History of Magic class.

1. Set up my quick, quotes quill. Yes I do have one and it takes notes for my so I don't have to listen

2. Draw about whatever bloody goblin battle Binns is going on about at the time.

3. Catch up on my beauty sleep. The one I like the best.

My quill sprang to attention and began scribbling furiously and I shoved my hand into my bag and rummaged around. That was funny, where was my sketchpad? I must have left it in the dorm in the rush this morning.

Yeah, that was it.

Apart from I never forget my pad. School work, text books yep.

But not my drawing book.

As surreptitiously glanced around. It was the usual, passing notes, whispering, snoring. That was the most common.

Sleep was calling me so I put the matter out of my mind and closed my eyes.

mmmmmmmmmm Sleep at last.

I worried about it for most of the rest of the day. When I got back to the common room (HURRAH! No homework!) I was greeted by the familiar sight of Lily screaming at Potter. Black was sitting in one of the comfortable chairs by the fire flicking through something.

That was odd. I don't think I've ever seen Black actually reading. I didn't know he even knew how to read.

Well, miracles do happen I guess.

Remus is the brains behind the operation. That, and Black's natural genius.

I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST THOUGHT THAT!

I need therapy. Years of being submitted to Marauder brainwashing techniques have finally melted my BRAIN! I mentally slapped myself. I am defiantly going mental.

As though sensing my glance Black looked up at me and smirked.

"Hey Perfect. I saw your face and was lost in thoughts about your beautiful face."

I stormed over and stabbed my finger into his chest. (He had stood up.) I opened my mouth to give him a piece of my mind but-

"Love the drawings by the way. Specially this one." He held up MY sketchpad. MY charcoal sketch of Max and Black flying at the last match of the year. whacking bludgers like there was no tomorrow.

I'd been so please with it when I'd finished it. It seemed to radiate Power.

"Quidditch!" I spat, "That's all you boy's ever think about!"

His smirk was growing even wider.

"Yeah well, when you're flying the sky's the limit."

"Don't you dare tell me the sky's the limit when there are footsteps on the moon!" I shot back.

"Yeah well considering Neil Armstrong was a wizard that sort of kills it."

Every eye in the common room was on us. Out of the corner of my eye I saw money changing hands.

Damn Black.

"You know it takes 42 muscles to frown. You'll ruin your complexion."

"Yeah, but it only takes 4 muscles to extend your arm and break their nose." And I followed up the threat.

Unfortunately for me, he caught my fist. Unfortunately for him, I kneed him in the groin.

His face went white and he collapsed.

I grabbed my sketchpad and looked down at him rolling on the floor.

"The only reason YOU got lost in thought is because it's unfamiliar territory!"

I sashayed across to the girls staircase putting that extra swing in my hips just to torture him more. When I reached it I turned and looked back at him, throwing out one hip. Real girls aren't perfect. You want perfect, go but a Barbie! "

I saluted him, "See ya Wonder boy."

Then I ran up the stairs. I saw Lily and we exchanged glances.

And we laughed and laughed and laughed.