I was was going make this chapter 13...but it'll be annoying that it'll actually be chapter 14, so we're saying that this is chapter 14 and we skip 13 because its bad. Ok? Ok.

Also I'd like thank the new reviewers, hopefully you don't stop and keep answering the questions. (: thanks!

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The first thing we saw as we approached the Transfiguration Courtyard was Professor McGonagall, who was giving everyone who passed a stern look. She had her hair up in a tight bun and had maroon robes on, yet she didn't have her spectacles on; they were dangling from her neck.

We walked by, not giving her a glance when she spoke up in a tight voice.

"Tighten your tie, Mr. Malfoy."

Annoyed, Draco heaved his books into Goyle arms. Then he began to fumble with his tie, tightening it while mumbling angrily under his breath.

"I thought the old bat was blind without her glasses." I muttered, rolling my eyes.

"Five points from Slytherin for your cheek, Miss. Crypton."

I gripped my books and gritted my teeth in aggravation, stalking off with Lydia by my side. I wasn't going to argue. I had called her an old bat, but honestly what good was it to take points off? It was the truth. I already disliked her, thinking she was better than a Crypton.

We walked into the classroom and I was immediately surprised at how the desks were filled up. An empty table was near the far left, holding exactly five chairs. I sat in the middle, with Lydia and Crabbe to my left and Draco with Goyle to my right. I could see Pansy across the room, darting glances at us. Well, more like glancing at Draco.

"Class is about to begin!" I heard Jean hiss to everyone.

Sure enough, the bell rang soon after everyone quieted down and McGonagall strode in, giving us each a hard stare. Her eyes lingered on us for a second longer, and finally she stood at the front, arms behind her back and head high.

"If you remember from yesterday night, I am Professor McGonagall, Head of Gryffindor and Deputy Headmistress. Before we begin class, I would like to lay out the foundation of the sessions we have ahead."

She cleared her throat and began to walk around, talking rather loud.

"Transfiguration. A class that is one of the most difficult here at Hogwarts. You will quickly learn that it is not just changing a desk into, say, a pig, (which she quickly did by a flick of her wand),and it is in fact hard work and dedication." She turned the pig back into a desk, receiving snickers and 'oohs' of fascination.

"I will not tolerate tomfoolery of any sort while using Transfiguration. I am a strict but fair teacher. And I surely hope we will not have any consequences on the first day. Now, let us begin."

She waved her wand over the chalkboard and in loopy letters were the words:

Open your books to page 3 and read the Basic Transfiguration Directions with a partner. Then write them down in your notes for future references.

A bundle of voices immediately rose, and I took my textbook out, opening it and placing it in front of me.

I didn't need to read them. The directions where fresh in my mind.

"Um, I'm no master at numbers, but I'm like pretty sure five isn't an even number."

I smiled at Lydia and leaned closer, lowering my voice.

"I know this. I'm not going to read."

"Oh you're not are you?"

We snapped our heads up and saw McGonagall, tapping her wand against her palm. She raised an eyebrow and slammed my book closed.

"Then you won't have a problem reciting them to me, will you?"

The whole class had gone silent, and everyone was looking at us.

"No problem at all, Professor." I said, then looked at her with a smug expression. "One, make sure you have confidence in what you are transfiguring and are focused. Two, make precise and strong wand movements. And three. Do not think that you will get it on your first attempt, but always be positive."

Professor McGonagall had not changed her stern expression, but instead opened my book again and flicked her wand behind her.

A red box floated beside her, and slowly, matches flew out and dispersed themselves to each student, landing before us on the desks. Then she grabbed one and cleared her throat.

"I believe you all have gotten enough time write them down. Now you have your new task. A simple transfiguration. A match to a needle."

I picked up my wand, not even paying attention to her lesson on how to succeed. I was going to teach her that a Crypton never gets put down.

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•~•~AFTER CLASS~•~•

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"You should've gotten at least ten points!"

"And the old hag only gave you five!"

"Considering you got seven matches into needles!"

"Not counting the four you did for us."

I chuckled as my best friends praised me for my success in our first class. McGonagall had noticed my needles and had mumbled "Five points to Slytherin." without giving me a glance. I personally didn't care as much about the point amount. The feeling of her being showed up and angered by me gave me good satisfaction.

"Oh the old hag can give me whatever points. She's just bitter." I told them as we reached the Slytherin Common Room.

A lot of other students were already sitting and taking a rest, while others were still practicing the last lesson.

"What do we have next?" Crabbe asked.

Lydia shuffled to take out the schedule, accidentally dropping her quill and some of her notes onto the floor.

"Clumsy..." A voice sang.

I whipped my head left and saw that it was Pansy, surrounded by her friends.

Crabbe and Goyle bent down to help Lydia with her things, while Draco and I were blocking them, arms crossed. I could hear Lydia's angry mutters and finally they stood up, schedule in hand.

We calmly walked away and say at a nearby couch, crowding around Goyle who had the parchment.

"Can I breathe?" Goyle asked sarcastically, pushing us off. "We have History of Magic next."

Immediately, Draco groaned, covering his face with his hand in agony.

"What?" Crabbe asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"My Father told me about the professor who teaches History of Magic. It's a ghost, Professor Binns. And he is the most boring and ridiculous professor!"

I flinched and grabbed my books.

"Let's just go." Crabbe said, standing up. "It can't be that bad."

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~•~•One Eternity(Class) Later~•~•

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And it turned out that was the worst and most pathetic class. I had taken a nap throughout half of it and the other I was passing notes with Lydia.

"I'm so tired!" I moaned, falling onto a couch facedown.

"You took a nap during class." Draco chuckled, moving my legs so he could sit.

"Well taking naps takes energy." I said, but it came out very muffled.

"Well you'll need energy. Next we have Potions. With Gryffindor."

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Hey! I believe I foreshadowed pretty well? Hm? If you don't get it then...sorry. I'm pretty bad at foreshadowing. Hah.

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