Hogwarts School for the Gifted and Talented, Monday, October 17th, 2016, 9:00 AM
If the shrill, ear-piercing blare of the ringing didn't send Lily Evans to an early grave, then surely the chaos currently ensuing in the hallway at that very moment would. With a heaving sigh, she hikes her backpack higher on her shoulder and exits her rapidly emptying first period AP calculus classroom, one hand tucked into the pocket of her black jumper and the other clutching her water bottle at her side.
The second her toe enters the corridor, she's met by the din of deafening laughter, lockers being slammed shut, the enthusiastic chatter of students swarming through the halls, stolen moments of excited exchanged gossip between teachers and teens alike, and by far the loudest of them all, her fellow senior known as Sirius Black shamelessly suggesting that Elvis is still alive in his boisterous voice.
All part of your typical Monday morning at Hogwarts School for the Gifted and Talented.
"Still caught up on that old conspiracy theory, eh, Black?" Lily calls out to him while simultaneously spinning open the lock for her locker.
"Elvis is most definitely alive, even if nobody believes me!" he booms back, frightening a few neighbouring freshmen, causing them to scurry out of his way.
"He won't bite unless you try to prove him wrong!" she informs the apprehensive teens with a comical grin while discarding her math textbook into her locker. They hastily nod their heads in response and bolt down the packed hallway, not being able to escape the two seniors quick enough. Lily throws her head back and laughs. "These freshmen get more intimidated by us each year, bless them. Soon enough, they'll end up being almost as deranged as we are."
"Can't argue with you there, Evans," Sirius winks in agreement. "I'd best be off before Slughorn puts me in detention for being late to chemistry again. Cheerio!"
"See you, Black!" Lily waves, slamming her locker shut while she pops an earbud into her left ear and turns up the volume, allowing the sounds of her music to drown out the commotion of the disarrayed hallway as she makes her way across the school to her next class: creative writing.
She fights her way against the waves of students, her hood flipped over her head, trying to slip between the clusters and cliques without being knocked to the ground or shoved against the endless rows of lockers lining the walls.
After what seems like hours of ducking past the swarms of students, Lily finally reaches the small creative writing classroom and ducks through the doorway.
"'Morning, Mr. Flitwick," she greets the squat, white-haired teacher with a subtle nod of her head.
"And a good morning to you too, Miss Evans," he squeaks in response, looking up from his desk and beaming at his particularly quick-witted and cheeky straight-A student.
The arrangement of the desks in the creative writing classroom could undoubtedly be characterized as rather unique or unorthodox, compared to the layout of other classrooms in the school.
Rather than lining up the desks in rows or groups like his colleagues did with their classrooms, Flitwick chose to meticulously arrange the desks in two horseshoe shapes, providing an optimal view of the SMART Board and whiteboard for each student. Not to mention, the setup allowed plenty of interaction between all the pupils, something the educator preferred to silence.
Lily makes her way over to her desk, the left corner of the inner horseshoe, and props her backpack on the floor against the leg of her desk while discarding her water bottle on the top before settling into her chair, continuously nodding her head to her music every so subtly.
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