Charms, to my disappointment, was not the first lesson of the first day. I idly glanced down towards the timetable handed to me by my head of house. The witch not wasting a beat as she moved down towards the rest of the first years.
Unlike what I'd assumed it'd be like in canon, the handing out of timetables didn't actually occur in the grand hall. But rather in the comfort of our own democratic republic of reckless idiots. Ie, the Gryffindor tower.
Judging by the twitching on the woman currently trying to give James Potter his schedule, she was quite unfairly listening on me.
Freaking cat powers.
McGonagall, blatantly, turned to look at me for that one, contemplated something and promptly sighed before going about her business.
Wonder if Dumbledore's already given them any orders regarding me?
Still, not really focusing on that fact I turned back down towards the un-canon schedule and let out my own sigh. My back laid comfortably on the massive red-seat. James Potter, as soon as the woman had disappeared through the door, after warning everyone (Other years included) about losing another house cup, finally chose to slump down beside me.
"Guess you won't need a wand today after all!" The happy-go-lucky future Dark Lord's Bane- He raised an eyebrow at that one, remarked with a shrug.
And he would be right, given our first lesson was in fact potions. With, you guessed it, Slytherin.
"You say that, but I am inclined to think you need a wand for Transfiguration." The second lesson of the day. Though the MC of Gryffindor house had stated we would only be going through theory for the first few lessons.
Really though, in regards to potions, who thought it'd be a good idea to put the two houses so close together? The scheduling itself seemed rather curious. In the sense that every day seemingly had at the very least three lessons. One with each of the other houses. Some classes had more lessons than others, History of Magic for one, only had one lesson per week. Whether it was due to Dumble's wanting to 'promote' class unity or not was anyone's guess. Though judging by the house 'team-ups' I had a feeling he set it up to help the students more.
Gryffindor, in general, was rather good when it came to the practical parts of magic. Charms, Transfiguration and Defence. All of which we shared with the same house. Hufflepuff. The, presumably, weakest in terms of practical magic. When it came to Potions, Slytherins generally topped those particular tests and lessons, with Gryffindor coming in last. Which, I supposed was why the man had decided to put those two particular houses together for the class. Though why we were paired up with the snakes for Astronomy, I didn't have a clue. Ravenclaws, on the other hand, shared History of Magic, Herbology and the mandatory flying lessons.
It was a good system in truth- Raising my head from the said timetable, I blinked at the sight of every pair of eye on me. James Potter had an unreadable expression on his face, his gaze filtering between me and his own timetable.
...
I really had to get my thoughts under control. Evidently spouting all of that off had set a very different tone to me.
Particularly because McGonagall had heard all of it.
Not that I was particularly worried, it wasn't like I'd spouted off any unmentionables-
"Don't ask," James remarked. To who? I didn't have a clue-
A piece of paper hit my head.
"...Hello, Evans."
"I've been right behind you for the past half an hour."
"Why?"
"I need to speak to Sev."
Turning towards James Potter, our walk to breakfast interrupted, I questioned the girl on the number of fleeting Brain cells in her head.
"I don't quite believe either of us posses a voice named Sev in our heads."
"...Do you have any named voices in your head?" James questioned carefully.
Lily Evans, on the other hand, rolled her eyes at me.
"He's obviously going to be-" Only to suddenly stop, a rather big grin etching onto her face as she turned her gaze to another direction. Blinking, the two of us turned the same way, our eyes landing on one utterly done Slytherin.
I blinked at the sight of the brand newrobes Severus Snape was currently sporting. Brand new bag too for that-
Judging by the books in hand, I'd say brand new everything.
Severus Snape, was quite literally, marching towards us. The boy intent on either ignoring or not noticing his childhood friend. Yet the moment he reached us, he seemed to find himself at a loss for words.
"Nice threads, where'd you get 'em?" James questioned with a snort.
Severus levelled a look towards James, and then towards me.
"Your family is ridiculous. Absolutely noneof them would leave me alone."
"By them you mean your housemates, right?" James remarked carefully.
"Has to be, my family would've cursed him in their greetings."
"Agreed."
Honestly, the play by play between Potter and I was rather refreshing.
Still, whatever confusion or bemusement that had filled said student promptly disappeared when he realised Lily Evans was, in fact, standing with us and trying to get his attention.
And by that, I, of course, mean, through physical abuse-
James Potter decided then and there it be best I left the two's immediate vicinity.
"Did you see the look she was giving you?" The boy whispered towards me as he forcibly pushed me towards the great-hall.
"I've seen worse."
"I... don't doubt that..."
...
Breakfast was admittedly a dull affair. Even with both James and Remus sitting nearby for conversations. There wasn't much to be had. Dumbledore, quite literally, just wouldn't shut the hell up-
James Potter slapped the back of my head for that one.
Severus, on the other hand, had decided it be best he stick with his house- Or keep his distance from Lily- I idly dodged the thrown piece of paper.
Honestly, where was she getting all of that parchment?
Not that I could, of course, blame him. He'd yet to receive his timetable. And judging by Slughorn's current expression, the man had had a belter of a night.
Which was odd, given I didn't take him for a drinker.
I mean really, you'd think after his debacle with the seven's unholy spirit he would've learnt by now.
A single beat of dead silence (Freakin' finally), from Dumbledore the only wizard seemingly capable of hearing me, met my response.
Naturally, I gave him two thumbs up and a smile.
I don't think he was very amused.