Welcome to Hogwarts

The First Day of Class

The morning sun shone on the castle and almost everyone was out of bed. Most first years were eager to get their first day started and some of them could care less about their education.

The night before was memorable to the first years since it was their first time there and the feast ended too quickly for them. They saw ghosts come out to say hello to them.

The prefects had to guide them back to their houses and gave each of the first years a tour of their Common Rooms.

Alexia was stunned to see the portraits move around like they were alive and she even had some moving photos at home but she wasn't sure why she was surprised actually.

She slept in her bed in the girls dorm for the first time and as soon as her head hit her pillow, she was out cold for the whole night until it was time for her to get up.

"Wake up."

Alexia opened her eyes slightly and squinted through her blurry vision. She closed her eyes again tiredly and stirred comfortably.

"Lex, wake up."

She opened her eyes again and saw brightness entering the room. She groaned sleepily and closed her eyes yet again.

"Alexia!"

She gasped in alarm and sat up before turning to Hermione, seeing her already in her robes. She wiped her eyes and sighed in annoyance. "What?"

"We start classes today," she informed her and pulled her blanket off of her. "Come on, it's time to wake up."

Alexia frowned at her groggily and blinked a few times before snapping out of her sleepiness. She looked around to see the other girls out of their beds. "Oh, right."

She got out of bed and made her bed until it was neat. She went to her uniform tiredly and sent Hermione a tiny smile. "Thanks..." she mumbled and watched her nod before heading to the door.

"I'll wait for you in the common room."

Alexia watched her and sighed. She turned to her uniform and began to change out of her pajamas.

~*~

The Great Hall was littered with students and staff having breakfast. While the students talked among themselves, the Heads of House handed out each of their schedules and the students either went over them privately or compared them to their friends.

Lizzie leaned back against the high table and drank from her goblet as she idly watched them chatter. She noted the excitement on most of the first-years faces and felt herself smiling at the fond memory she had.

Calista sat at one of the tables and sketched in her journal casually. Her schedule lay under her book and perched her head on her hand as she was lost in her artwork.

"Hey, Cal."

"Whatcha workin' on?"

She heard Fred and George sit in front of her but didn't bother looking up at them. She looked over her drawing and continued her work. "Just finishing up my sketch."

"Another sketch?" He asked and reached over to grab her journal. "Let me see."

Calista quickly moved her book away from him and smirked slyly at him. "Not this time," she replied and winked slyly as she closed her journal. "You'll make fun of it."

"Oh, come on," George replied and scoffed. "We would never make fun of your sketches, besides I was the one who supported your artwork."

"No, no, George," Fred corrected and nudged him. "You were the one who made a joke about her magizoologist dream and said her sketches on creatures were foolish."