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Chris walked out of charms class hand headed down to potions. It was so dank and dark in the room that he was afraid that mildew would begin to form on his robe. Just as he thought, they were making the confusion draught, or as the book called it, the Befuddlement Draught. Scurvy-grass, lovage and sneezewort, he had the ingredients memorized. He started the same as everyone else.

A turn counterclockwise, then two turns clockwise over medium heat, repeating for twenty minutes. That isn't what the book said, but he had mastered this potion, as well as many others, including Felix Felicis, which took him years to make. He dared not drink it, it is highly toxic in large quantities. He always kept a small bottle of it in his robes at all times, though he never touched it.

He finished before everyone else and bottled a little of it for his own use, then gave his sample to the professor. The professor raised one eyebrow at Chris, then motioned for him to sit down. He motioned for Chris to sit back down, which Chris did. He waited for class to be over.

Justin walked to Creatures class. Some forgot about stroking the spine, but Justin always remembered. He then removed the black belt that bound it and opened it. "Welcome to your first creatures class!" Thre teacher said. He then opened the book to a a page on Dragons. He held up the book to show everyone a picture. "We have a special guest for our first class of the year. Please welcome Dave Weasley, a close descendant of Bill Weasley, the famous Dragon Proffesor!" ((I might have gotten that wrong, but whatever.)) After talking about dragons for some time and being shown fangs and talons of Dragons, Justin saw a glint of the sun on metal. He bent down and picked up a ring. There was metal ring with a stone in it. He had no idea what the stone was, even though he knew alot about geology. ((Let the plot begin! For people who are sort of confused, it's one of the Hallows, I figure everyone here has at least read to the point to know what the Deathly Hallows are. Please, leave me to the rest of uncovering the plot.))

"Now there was no need for that." Meerow said this to the smug looking Slytherin boy. The Chris boy. "You could have been a bit, well, faster." She did not like it when people gave her dissaproving looks because she was one of those know-it-alls. It wasn't her fault that she couldn't help, but to correct people. Yes, it was rude, but they will eventaully thank her for when they have to take their O.W.L.s.


"Enough of that now. The name's Meerow. And you are?" Meerow didn't even know why she asked. She knew his name. He responded to Chris or Christopher for "Chris" is usualy deprived from "Cristopher".

As soon as she finished asking her question, Meerow raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow, crossed her arms in front of her chest, which was accented perfectly with the form-fitting maroon sweater, and waited.

Justin knew the ring could be cursed, he pocketed it. He would check it for curses later. The class ended and Justin went to Runes. He was simply learning a couple more and decoding a small message. Then he ran straight to his common room and he yhen checked the ring for any sings of runes or anything like that on it. He then muttered a few words and when he saw that it had no curses he continued suspicios. He put it in his trunk. ((There are three Ravenclaws, ome of them rarely ever posts and the other hasn't posted since their profile.))

Meerow was a little taken aback. "Are you sure that's a good reason to show distaste in our house? I ,however, have reason. You never know." She turned her head toward the large glass window in the room and the late sunshine shining through gave her face a beautiful glow.

"Maybe I'm a differant Gryffindor.", she spoke this quieter than her regular voice. How she hated this "hate" between houses for things that happened centuries ago.

Meerow's pants covered up the top of her black Van's perfectly. She could feel the tip of her wand resting against her thigh through the clothes.

Nathaniel walked into the great hall and sat down. What is with all the incompetent people at this school? The teachers won't even let me curse the kids who can't even go a single class period without saying something stupid. In his anger Nathaniel threw his knife into the table with such force it stuck out the bottom. s**t. Filch is gonna kill me. He said attempting to pull the knife out.

((Filch is looooooooong dead. Now the caretaker is Dominick Gairam. He's sort of cool, but very strict.))
Nathaniel was sitting next to Nathaniel. He grabbed the knife too from another part of the handle and pulled it out. The power of both of them had got it. "Reparo." He said and the small slit in the wood was covered over by new wood created from nowhere.

((Because he made the character?))