Chapter 4: Classes within Hogwarts.

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Navigating Hogwarts is like trying to find a needle in a Haystack. There's so many staircases and and some are vanishing that you have to remember to jump. 

And some of the doors were difficult to get through then other doors. 

To make matters worse, I felt like I was going into this blind. I was still trying to figure out my schedule. I didn't know what classes to go to. Or if I got the schedule somehow messed up and went to classes I shouldn't have gone to and went to different ones. It feels just... so overwhelming. At least Nearly Headless Nick is willing to point me in the right direction. 

But one of the things you have to watch out for is Filch. Not only is Mrs. Norris some grouchy cat, but if you put a single toe out of line and she'll whisk away for Filch and he'll put you in detention. All the Students hate him and he hates us. So it's a mutual understanding. 

And when I say that there are a lot of classes. There were Herbology taught by the Head of Hufflepuff, Professor Sprout. Charms taught by Professor Flitwick, a tiny little wizard who hat to stand on a pile of books just so he could see over his desk. I also heard that he's a pretty good dueler himself. He even taught Ethan his first dueling spell. History of Magic (easily the most boring class) It was taught by a ghost named Professor Binns. You'd think that would be fun but Binns was so boring that he had fallen asleep in front of the staff room fire and then got up the next morning to teach. The way he told History was so boring. He just would drone on. 

I'm in the Grand Staircase trying to read my schedule trying to find out where I'm supposed to go first. When I get interrupted by a hiss. 

Filch and Mrs. Norris are standing right in front of me. "What do you think you're doing?" Filch interrogated.

"Trying to find my class." I answered nervously. 

"You don't fool me. You're causing trouble." Filch didn't seem to believe me.

"No. I-I don't want any trouble." I insisted. 

"You're Jacob and Ethan Bauer's sister, aren't you?" Filch asked. 

"Y-Yes." I answered. 

"They were nasty rule breakers too. Perhaps this time, I'll get lucky and hang you up in chains by my ankles." Filch then smirked while Mrs. Norris hissed at me. 

I quickly run away from Filch as quick as I can. I breath heavily. That's when I look at my schedule again. I have Transfigurations... which was starting in 2 minutes.

"Malaka!" I run as quick as I can. 


The other students are in Transfigurations already. How? But there's no Professor. Just a cat on the front desk. 

Maybe she has yet to arrive. I quickly take my seat as people starred at me. Harry and Ron follow about 45 seconds later. 

"Made it." Ron breathed a sigh of relief. "Can you imagine the look on Old McGonagall's face if she saw us late?" 

But that's when the Cat jumped off and transformed into McGonagall. Yep. I'm late if that's the case. 

"That was bloody brilliant." Ron commented. 

"Thank you for that assessment Mr. Weasley." McGonagall replied in a sarcastic tone. I'm fully aware of what it sounds like. "Perhaps I should transfigure yourself or Mr. Potter into a pocket watch. Or perhaps Miss. Bauer. That way one of you might be on time." She also looked at me as she said that. 

First day of class and I'm already messing up. Great. 

"We got lost." Harry explained. 

"Then I suggest a map." McGonagall replied indifferently. "I trust you don't need one to find your seats." Both Harry and Ron sat down. 

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