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Helena and the others walked inside the magnificent castle of Hogwarts, receiving warm welcomes from the various portraits hung on the walls. The young teenagers were guided by their Perfects to the Great Hall. Just as with every year prior, Dumbledore had seen to it that the room was decorated in celebration of new students. Lavish displays of magic enchanted the ceiling, producing a moonlit sky with floating candles. Each of the tables provided a delicious assortment of foods, but the main courses would have to wait until after the Sorting Ceremonies.

"Come on," Helena gently tugged on George's hand, sitting herself down at the Gryffindor table with George beside her. "The ceremony is about to begin!" She was excited, today Ron would have his fate decided and although she trusted the Weasley tradition, Helena was nervous for Ron's sorting. As the doors opened to reveal Professor McGonagall and the crowd of youngsters behind her, Helena eagerly searched for Ron.

"There he is," she whispered to George, pointing at the familiar red-head. "Oi, isn't he standing next to..." Helena's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. "Blimey, it's Harry Potter!"

* * *

This was his moment. Within minutes, the Sorting would begin and Draco would join the rightful house of Slytherin. The only house, in his father's opinion, worthy enough to accept Pureblood students. Following behind the elder witch, her large hat and feather keeping her from becoming lost within the mass of children, Draco entered the Great Hall for the first time. Perched ahead, sitting on top of a rickety stool was the decider of fate.

The Sorting Hat, an enchanted object that has been placing students in their houses since Hogwart's creation. Its decision is never to be questioned. McGonagall approached the podium where an elderly man stood, his warm smile offered to all the children. "When I call your name," McGonagall called out to the group. "You will step forward and sit on the stool. I will place the Sorting hat on your head and then you may join your house after wards."

Starting in alphabetical order, Hannah Abbott was the first to be selected. Nervously a blond witch stepped away from the lot and came forward, sitting herself on the stool and paled in the cheeks as the hat was lowered onto her head. The hat took a moment of consideration before it belted out the girl's house, "Hufflepuff!"
 
They all sat in the Great Hall at their respective tables. George sat next to Helena as Fred sat across from them, sitting next to Angelina. The sorting was going to begin shortly, and they were excited to see who was going to be sorted into where. Especially Harry Potter. They wanted him to be a Gryffindor. When Helena pointed out that Harry was standing beside their brother, they just grinned wide. They probably met on the train, and that was exciting.

When the first name was called, they all sat eagerly to wait for the sorting.

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Aria and Cho stood next to each other in the Great Hall. The both of them studied the old looking hat, and then looked up at the elder professor when she was speaking about the sorting process. It was exciting. Then the sorting actually started, and the girls held each other's hands for comfort. One by one names were being called and then Cho had been called up to the Sorting Hat.

After a small think, the Sorting Hat exclaimed, "Ravenclaw!"

The Ravenclaw house cheered for the newcomer. Aria grinned, clapping for her friend to belong to her mother's house when she went to Hogwarts. Her own name was going to be further on into the list, clearing down to the W's. Draco would be before her, as well as Harry. Then she will have to wait.
 
Helena watched as student after student was sorted. So far, a majority of them had gone to Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, with only a few in Gryffindor. Whispers arose among the houses as Harry was spotted in the front of the group, an unmistakable Weasley at his side. Helena was eager to hear the decisions for Ron, but more so curious about Harry's assignment. It's not everyday that someone so famous is enrolled at Hogwarts.

Before Harry or Ron were sorted, though, it was Draco Malfoy's turn. Helena knew this boy's family and wasn't pleased to see that Draco was a spitting image of his father. That cruel and callous man, Lucius. He worked with the Weasley's father at the Ministry and is known for making their life incredibly difficult. All because the Weasley's don't share the Malfoy beliefs. When Draco approached the stool, the hat barely had to be lowered before it screamed, "Slytherin" and Draco happily made his way to the emerald table. No doubt at all that he belongs there.

Helena scoffed, turning away her eyes as Draco sat himself down and began chatting among his fellow housemates. "I don't like that boy," she whispered to George. "Oh, it's Ron's turn!" She immediately returned her attention to the podium. Ron was hesitant to step forward, almost looking ready to vomit as he sat down. The hat chuckled, giving Ron a start.

"Ah, another Weasley! I know just where to put you....Gryffindor!" The crimson table erupted into cheers, the loudest being from the twins. Helena scooted over, giving Ron room to sit at her side.

"Welcome to Gryffindor, Ronnie~" A term of endearment, honestly. Even if Ron doesn't particularly like the name.

The room slipped into silence as Harry was called, all eyes fell onto the small boy, including the staff and Dumbledore.
 
Everyone knew that Draco would end up in the Slytherin house like his father. The Sorting Hat didn't even have to sit on top of his head. That amused Aria to no end. It seemed like the hat didn't even want to touch him.

The twins grinned as their brother joined their table. George clapped his hand on his younger brother's shoulder to welcome him to Gryffindor. No doubt that all the Weasleys would be placed into the house. Now they had to wait for next year for their sister to make the family complete. It wasn't a bad thing.

When Harry had to go up, everyone had went quiet for the sorting of him. The hat started to go on a speech about Harry, not knowing where to put the boy who lived. "Not Slytherin," Harry whispered. The sorting hat kept contemplating, and Harry kept whispering.

"Better be, Gryffindor!" The hat yelled out, and Harry let out a sigh of relief. Professor McGonagall lifted the hat from his head so he could join the others at the Gryffindor table. There were shouts and cheers as the boy sat down, receiving high fives from the twins and other people that were around him.

"Aria Winona."

It was her turn to step up to the stool, sitting herself down on the seat. She scanned the room briefly, catching eyes with her friend at the Ravenclaw table who was sitting close to her brother. The hat was placed on her head, and it started to speak, "Oh, a Winona, you have the smarts of a Ravenclaw and the cunning of a Slytherin, but I know where your heart lies and let it be... Slytherin!"

Aria let out a sigh, knowing well that she would have to be in the same house as Draco and far away from her brother, as well as her best friend. The Slytherin table cheered for her as she walked up, sitting down at the table. These next few years was going to be interesting.
 
Gryffindor was elated with the addition of Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. Helena hardly got a word of congratulations in for the two boys with everyone else cheering and trying to speak with the famous lad. Finally once the celebrations finished, the delicious meals prepared by the elves was served on all the tables. The most eager to begin eating was Ron, go figure. The lad who, only minutes before looked ready to vomit, gorge himself with the various foods.

Helena laughed, sipping at her own goblet of juice. "Slow down, Ronnie." She advised, "You'll get sick."

He blushed red in the cheeks and slowed himself to a more appropriate speed, "Sorry. So, what's the Gryffindor dorms like?"

Helena smirked, "Why don't you ask the twins?"

* * *

Everything had been going perfectly for Draco, until he happened to hear the dreaded announcement. Aria was a Slytherin. Sure, he couldn't blame the raggedy hat for putting her there, but he wasn't exactly pleased either. It's no secret that Aria doesn't like him and Draco doesn't fancy her, so being forced to share the same house is not going to be pleasant.

However, as mentioned before, the Sorting hat's decision can not be changed.

Draco struggled to avoid making eye contact with Aria, although their eyes did cross paths occasionally. When Dumbledore dismissed everyone to their dorms, Draco couldn't hurry away from the table fast enough. All the first years were instructed to follow the Perfects, but Draco made sure he wasn't anywhere near Aria as they began walking.
 
"You will see for yourself, little brother," Fred told the younger Weasley, giving him a grin.

George just laughed, eating the food on his plate. He was going to enjoy the food that was in front of him before they had to head up to the dorms. They all ate their food, and then they were all instructed to head up to the dorms to get situated for bed. Classes began soon and they had to be prepared for them.

The first years had to be escorted by the Prefects, while the older students could kind of stray behind. They mostly were all going to have the same rooms as last year, so they didn't have to be acquainted with anything new.

"This year is going to be interesting," George mentioned, looking at Helena. "Don't you think so? Anything can happen with Harry Potter in our house."

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Certainly Aria was not pleased, just like Draco wasn't pleased. She didn't have any friends in the Slytherin house, and she was sure not to call Malfoy her friend either. They got off on the wrong foot, and it was going to stay like that for awhile. When she ate, she would listen to people around her. Then that was when Pansy Parkinson introduced herself to her, at least someone was being nice and approached her.

When the Prefects told them to get up and follow them to the dorms, the two girls did just that. Aria looked up to see if she could see Cho, but the girl had been long gone with her own house. So now she had no choice but to talk to Pansy, also noticing Draco in the crowd. It was kind of hard to miss that blonde hair of his.
 
Helena agreed, but raised a brow skeptically at the twins. "Don't even think about getting the poor lad in trouble." He is sure enough to have drama of his own to deal with, no need to make the situation worse for the boy. When it was finally time for everyone to retire, at least to their common rooms, Helena joined the twins in front of the fire place. She wasn't sleepy yet. "We have all the same classes, yeah?"

Taking a quick glance at their schedules, Helena discovered she was correct. She smiled, "I think I'm gonna go to bed for the night." Sleepy or not, Helena did feel rather exhausted from the long journey. "Goodnight, boys." Pressing a chaste kiss to each brother's cheek, Helena disappeared up the stairs and immediately collapsed onto her bed.

* * *

Draco hurried himself up to the bedrooms, making sure to avoid Aria at all costs while in the common room. Crabbe and Goyle both shared the room with Draco and they met him upstairs. Neither of them was expecting him to be so quick for bed, but they didn't question. Undressing himself into night clothing, Draco crawled underneath the covers and shut his eyes, trying to discard the memories of Aria from his mind. It wasn't easy, although he finally succeeded halfway into the night. Falling asleep after wards.
 
During the next morning, the twins had woke up early for some strange reason. Usually they wanted to stay asleep, but today was different. They actually wanted to get a good start for the day. This was going to be the only time that they were going to be up this early. For awhile they were sitting in the common room until they got extremely hungry.

Their stomachs growled, and they were going to wait for everyone else to join them, but they knew they were going to go to the Great Hall anyway to get some breakfast before classes started. They sat at the table, and they started to eat some food as they started to talk about their classes.

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With a yawn, Aria had got up from bed. She looked over to see that Pansy was still asleep, which she was glad for. Pansy was starting to talk her ear off last night about her life, and it was getting a little bit too much for her. The girl got dressed in her robes, grabbing her books for her first class and headed to the Great Hall to get ahead with her studying and get some food in her stomach.

She then heard someone call out for her, and she smiled when she noticed Cho walking up. "Good morning," the young Ravenclaw greeted with a big smile on her face. "So, I hope everything is working out for you."

Aria just shrugged her shoulders, putting some pancakes on her plate. "We will see when the time goes, Draco is avoiding me like I am the plague," she said, letting out a small laugh before she started to eat.

"Maybe he likes you," Cho teased.

"Oh, that's rubbish," Aria mentioned, and laughed again as she shook her head. "Don't even go that far."
 
Helena walked into the Great Hall with a head of orange, literally orange, hair pulled into a messily made bun. Without wearing a drop of make-up, as per usual, she yawned with a raised hand while sitting down beside the twins. Emerald eyes were hidden behind a few of her thicker bangs, but it was apparent that Helena had not gotten a restful night's sleep. The continuous yawning kinda obvious.

"Morni' boys," she greeted the brothers, including Ron and Percy, lazily. Helena reached for a buttered piece of toast and munched it slowly, a coating of the smeared butter appearing on her lips. As she gradually started falling asleep while eating, Helena's head lowered onto one of the twin's shoulders. "So sleepy..." she mumbled barely, it was more a whisper.

* * *

Avoiding her? Haha, that's an understatement.

Draco was going to great lengths to keep away from Aria. Including averting his walking direction if she happened to appear, he'd quickly select a new path and leave before Aria ever saw him. The Slytherin male was currently enjoying a moment of peace and serenity as he ate his breakfast without Aria in the surrounding area. She had seated herself far enough that Draco didn't have to be bothered by her.

He had plans to ruin her year at Hogwarts, but she wasn't in a vulnerable position for him to do so yet.

"Oi, Draco?" It was Crabbe, his mouth spilling partially chewed fragments of pancakes. Lovely. "What's your first class?"

The blond shrugged, tossing his schedule to the curious lad. Crabbe read through it and smirked, "You have Potions with Professor Snape. I have Charms and so does Goyle."
 
They looked up from their food to see that Helena walking in. Their mouths fell open at her orange hair color, now that was something that they have never seen before. Did she not notice her hair color? Before it was blue, now it was orange. Something was terribly wrong with this picture. It wasn't normal for her hair to change different colors like this.

She had leaned her head against George's shoulder, and he looked at her. "Did you not get any sleep last night?" He questioned, obviously amused that she was falling asleep as she ate her piece of toast.

"And did you not see your hair this morning?" Fred asked now.

After growing up with her, they knew what to expect when she didn't get enough sleep.

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The girls just spoke about their classes before Cho headed off to sit at the Ravenclaw table to talk to people that she knew. Aria just sighed, opening up her potions book as she sat alone. She could hear Draco and the two other boys that paraded around with him usually, but she paid no mind to them. All she was going to do was just stick her nose in her book just so she could read ahead at the lesson.

She was excited for the class, since she has heard things about Professor Snape. What was amusing to her was that her parents went to school with him, and her father knew him because they were in the same house.
 
Helena mumbled something not quite coherent, partly due to the slice of toast caught between her teeth and hanging from her mouth. Her head remained on George's shoulder, eyes halfway closed. "My hair?" She lazily raised a hand to pat the top of her head, making sure she hadn't gone bald. "What's wrong with it? So I didn't style it, big deal. No one cares, anyway. I just woke up and twirled it into a bun so I wouldn't have to worry about it."

From across the table, Harry was whispering something to Ron that made the red-head shrug. "I don't know, mate. Her hair has been wacky these past few weeks. She normally has black hair."

* * *

Professor Snape, the head of Slytherin house. Draco was looking forward to his class. As expected from his heritage, Draco has always had an inkling towards the chemistry of Potions. He believed the class would be simple for him to pass. As he continued to finish his breakfast, Draco suddenly happened to glance in the wrong direction. Actually, he had looked to the right, but that's not the point. His sliver eyes caught a glimpse of Aria.

"Is she following me?" He had to wonder aloud, seeing as how she was practically around every corner. Shoving a slice of bacon between his lips, Draco gathered his belongings and quickly left the table with a few books teetering in his arms.
 
George watched as she patted her head, and then he just laughed. That wasn't what Fred meant. "No, your hair changed color again," he told her, wondering if that would get her to sit up straight and freak out about it.

"It's a bright orange," Fred added, wondering the same thing as George.

It was weird to them how her hair would just change color. The blue hair that she had was growing on them, and then the orange hair out of no where made them a little weirded out. The color was bright, like way too bright, but they weren't going to freak out about it. Something was making her hair change, and it wasn't their pranks even if she wanted to accuse them of doing it. There was no way they could sneak into the girl's dormitory to change her hair.

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She heard Draco's voice, and she looked up to see him walking away from the table. What was his problem? He was avoiding her with all of his might. She only said one thing and it had upset him. Did she have to apologize to make him not be a prick about what she said? Did he even deserve an apology from her?

A sigh came from her lips, and Aria stood up from the table as she finished her breakfast. Might as well go to class, find a seat, and just wait for class to start. She was going to get acquainted with the classroom beforehand so she didn't get overwhelmed with it later. She waved to her brother in the hallway as she passed him, and he waved back as he walked past her with his group of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff friends, soon she continued her way to the class.
 
"Orange?" That had to be joke. "My....hair...is..." Reaching for a spoon and inspecting her reflection, Helena visibly paled. "Orange!?"

Indeed, it was. Helena couldn't believe her own eyes. How this happened was a mystery. However, she didn't have time to worry about this right now. The classes would begin shortly and she needed to get to the West Wing of the school. "Whatever," she dismissed the shock with a frown. "Maybe I'm just cursed or something, it really doesn't matter to me. It's just hair."

Angelina smirked, "You're taking this surprisingly well."

"I can't do anything to change it," Helena shrugged."Why bother about it?"

* * *

Harry and Ron had Potions along with Draco. Ah, what a wonderful trio. Not really, though. Prior to Harry's sorting, he and Draco had exchanged words and Harry refused to accept Draco's invitation of friendship. Only once he insulted Ron's status as a Weasley. If Draco hadn't done such a thing, Harry might have accepted to be friends. However, he didn't like Draco's attitude.

Professor Snape was not present while his students filled the classroom and took their seats, he was in the back room preparing a few of his potions. Harry and Ron took seats in the front, a decision they would soon regret. A ghost floated into the room, or so it appeared. This darkly clad man was actually one of the living. Even if his appearance makes that fact suspicious. His eyes, soulless, scanned the room with mild interest.

"Some of you might have a connection for the art of Potion brewing," his shifted his gaze to the smirking blond. "While others might find even the simpliest tasks to be difficult." Now he looked to Harry, a frown spreading quickly. "Well, if it isn't the famous boy from the papers." Snape approached Harry, standing before his desk with crossed arms. "Tell me, Potter, what would happen if you mixed Wolfsbane and Foxglove together?"
 
George just laughed, well she did have a point there. There was nothing to do about her hair changing colors, they had no time to worry about it since class was going to start. "Right, we should get going then," he spoke, standing up and grabbing his book, "We can't afford to be late on the first day back."

"He is right about that," Fred added, standing up as well, "Let's go on then."

"And you know, Helena, I think our headmaster would know something about your hair changing colors," George said, starting to walk out of the Great Hall. "He seems to know everything about everyone."

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Aria had to look around the class for a place to sit, and then she found a spot in the front beside Harry and Ronald. She had noticed Malfoy, but she didn't say anything to him as she sat. Placing her book down on the table, she also placed her notebook down and her quill on top of it. That is where the Ravenclaw side of her showed was when she was prepared to study for something.

When Professor Snape stood in front of Harry to ask those questions, she just sat there in silence. She wanted to blurt out the answer, but at the same time that would get her into trouble. It looked like Snape wasn't going to be a fan of Harry, and perhaps vice versa.
 
"I don't want to bother him about something so ridiculous," Helena protested, although she appreciated George's suggestion. Their first class for the day was Charms, a class that Helena enjoyed. Her favorite subjects are actually History of Magic, Hexes & Jinxes....but Charms is never boring. Besides, she likes the Professor. He's half-dwarf, Professor Flitwick. Also the kindest educator on staff, in Helena's opinion.

Helena walked alongside the twins and Angelina, all of them going to the same destination. "I hope your brother is doing alright in Potions." No one liked that class, or at least they didn't like Professor Snape. He was always so callous, rude and strict with his students. For someone like Ron, she worried about his psyche. "Hopefully Snape doesn't mentally scar the poor boy."

* * *

Harry couldn't answer Snape's question. He absolutely had no idea what to say. This bewilderment seemed to irritate Snape, although he didn't say so openly. "It would appear that fame is not everything." To this, Draco smirked happily. At least there was someone in this school that didn't sing Harry's praises. Distributing the question to the remainder of his students, Snape waited for a correct answer.

Draco wanted to speak up, but wasn't completely sure if his reply would be accurate. Taking a moment to check the information in his book, the chance for him to answer was taken away by another student.
 
"But what if it is actually something really important?" George questioned, thinking about it. "I mean your hair is changing for no apparent reason, so it has to be some type of issue." He looked at her hair for a moment, and then looked ahead of himself. If he woke up with a strange hair color every so often, he would certainly go a little crazy. She was taking it surprisingly well when he knew that he couldn't do that.

Fred gulped at Helena's statement. "Yeah, I hope that Ron is okay," he said, "At least he has Harry in the class with him so he isn't all that alone." Oh how he hated Professor Snape's class. It wasn't like he hated the subject, but he just hated how Snape was so rude. Something had to happen in his poor life to make him that way in the first place. Still, it was scary.

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Aria jotted down a few notes as another student answered the question. She glanced over to Harry, giving him a slight smile. "It's okay, Harry, you don't need to know everything," she spoke to him. Not everyone had to know the answer, which is why they were in the class, they were there to learn about the potions. "Besides, we are here to learn after all."

Oh, she had hoped that Snape didn't hear her. She didn't feel like getting in trouble during the first day. Her brother would never let it go since she didn't like getting into trouble, and he would simply laugh at her. As nice as he may be, he still laughed at her at the times she did get in trouble at home. That is why she usually kept to herself.
 
Helena shrugged the concerned away from her thoughts. The last thing she needed on the first day back was to become paranoid about her hair. Focusing on classes was difficult enough. Speaking of which, when the students arrived in Professor Flitwick's class, he immediately paired them into groups. Fred and Angelina were asked to work together using the Mobilicorpus Charm. When this Charm is activated, the person that conjures it is able to completely manipulate their partner or target by the assistance of invisible strings tied to the other's body. A helpful Charm for trickery, Helena thought silently.

Flitwick paired George and Helena together, a decision she didn't mind. Helena cast the Charm first, watching in amazement as barely visible strings tied themselves to George's limbs. Testing out her control over his body with a gentle tug, she accidentally caused George to smack himself in the face. She giggled, blushing sheepishly. "Sorry!"

* * *

Harry welcomed Aria's helpfulness and blushed lightly at her presence. He'd never seen a witch so lovely. Professor Snape continued his lesson, but kept a watchful eye on his students. No sleeping, slacking off or cheating would be tolerated. From the background, with narrowed eyes and a frown tugging his lips downwards, Draco observed the scene between Aria and the boy he loathed.

"Stupid Potter." Little did Draco know that phrase would be repeated quite frequently throughout his years at Hogwarts.

Snape assigned each of his students their first course of homework. "A list of the top five most dangerous Potions ever created, along with the creator's names and a description of how the Potions are used."
 
Oh, this charm. George learned about it before, but he never really looked into it. The more they studied it in class, the most use of tricks he thought it for. Then Helena took control of his arm and made him hit himself in the face. "Oi, I don't think you were supposed to do that," he said teasingly, and he laughed. It was funny, he wasn't going to lie about that much.

"Hey Fred, we can use this charm," he told his brother.

Fred grinned at his twin, giving him a nod. "We definitely can as long as we don't get caught doing it," he stated as he continued to figure it out with Angelina. It was fun to play around with, and he had a feeling that it would come in handy.

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Aria gave Harry a smile, and looked back into her notebook as she jotted down the homework assignment. Of course Snape would give out homework on the first day. This class was not going to be a walk in the park especially with him teaching it. She looked back at Harry and Ron, giving them both a smile. "If you two need help, feel free to ask me, I will be glad to," she told them.

Ron was caught in surprise by her statement, giving her a nod. "That's helpful, thanks," he spoke. She was such a different Slytherin, much different than Malfoy. He thought she was just placed in the wrong house, but the Sorting hat never lied. Well, he was just glad that there was a Slytherin on their side.
 
Enabled by the Charm, Helena couldn't resist playing around with her control over George's body. After all, the twins aren't the only tricksters in Gryffindor. Amusing herself by forcing George to suddenly twirl like a ballerina, Helena shattered herself into laughter. George wasn't exactly the most graceful, especially when involuntarily dancing around the room like a fairy with it's wings ripped off. Helena's laughter finally caught the attention of others, including Professor Flitwick.

While he found the scene enjoyable to watch, he didn't want things getting out of hand. "Miss Rycin," he called her name and immediately George was released from the spell's hold. "While it seems you've mastered the Charm rather successfully, please refrain from Charming Mr. Weasley into acting so...entertainingly."

Helena gave a nod, lowering her wand and approached George cautiously. She raised both hands, wand gone and dropped to her pocket. "So? You gonna seek revenge on me now, Georgie~" She was almost challenging him, wanting to see his retort.

In the background, Angelina whispered beside Fred's ear quietly. "I think they'd make a cute couple, don't you?"

* * *

Professor Snape dismissed his class, grateful to be rid of them. Harry and Ron began walking to the open field, preparing themselves for their next class. "We get to learn how to fly?" Harry looked around in disbelief as a woman with white hair, despite not being that old, and golden eyes narrowed into slits approached them.

"Alright class, ready to fly?" She greeted them, motioning her students over to two lines of brooms which laid on the ground. "I want you to stand on the right side of your broom and with a strict tone, command your broom to rise with your hand hovering above it."

Harry was the first to try, eager to prove himself after the embarrassment of Snape's class. To his amazement, the broom immediately flew into his hand without having much trouble. The same could not be said for Ron, apparently his broom didn't wish to respond. Instead of obeying, Harry stifled a laugh as the broom danced along the grass.

Another student that seemed to have quite a success with the broom was none other than Draco Malfoy. The broom willingly obeyed his command and Draco smirked with pride at his apparent abilities. Believing himself to be superior among the lot. Madam Hooch waited until all the students had their brooms firmly grasped before continuing with her lesson. "Now, I want you to move your brooms and on my whistle kick off!"

All the students readied themselves for her whistle, all aside from one overly eager student named Neville. Well, in all honesty, he hadn't actually intended to lift from the ground so easily. The broom levitated him into the air, swishing him from side to side with no regard to his balance. Collapsing to the ground as he was swung from the broom, Neville crashed with enough force to break his own wrist. A small ball rolled freely from his pocket, colliding with someone's shoe.

"Oh dear," Madam Hooch rushed to Neville's aid. "It's a broken wrist." Helping him to his feet, Madam Hooch warned all her students not to leave the ground while she escorted Mr. Longbottom to the Infirmary.

Curiously kneeling down to collect the discarded item from Neville's pocket, Draco inspected the clear ball between his slender fingers. "Maybe if the dolt had sense enough to use this, he would have remembered to land on his fat arse." Draco chuckled aloud, not caring that he was insulting the pride of an injured boy. Fellow Slytherin joined in, sharing Draco's amusement.
 
For the entertainment of others, Helena was making George dance like an ungraceful ballerina. Why did she torment him so much? Okay, so the trickster was being tricked. For some reason, it seemed to not be fair because he didn't even try the charm out yet. She seemed to master it quite fast, and it would have probably taken him awhile to that.

"Oh yes, revenge may be in order for you," he responded to her, smirking slightly at her, "But it's gonna come when you least expect it to." Now he had to think of an idea for revenge, so it was gonna be awhile for that. What could be worst than making him dance like an idiot in front of the whole class?

When Angelina said that, Fred just grinned. "Honestly, I may have to agree with that one."

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Ah, flying.

Aria had grew up with watching Quidditch matches and learning the basics of flying a broomstick, of course she never actually flown one before. With that said and the guidance of Madame Hooch, she did what was instructed. Stepping to the right of her broomstick, and placing her hand above it, she strongly said, "Up." To her surprise, the command made the broomstick come up to her hand. The perks of learning beforehand, she supposed.

Then the next step was to learn to kick off, and that was when Neville lost control of his broomstick. She stared, horrified that the boy lost control so quickly and then fell to the ground. Poor guy, getting hurt from his first flying lesson. Madame Booch had to take him to the hospital wing because he seemed to break his wrist.

Upon hearing Malfoy's statement, she narrowed her eyes at him. "Oi, Malfoy, keep your mouth shut," she told him. "Your little remarks are nothing to be proud of." She did not stand for bullies.
 
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