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"Briar May Potter, I expect better from you!" I expect better. I expect better. I expect better! "AHHHH!" I shout out of bed with a start. Thank God for those silencing spells I learned. I sighed. It's not real, she's disappointed in Harry, not you. For some wretched reason that was comforting. For some horrible reason I'm relieved that she's mad at Harry because at least this way she has less chance at being dissatisfied with me as well.
"Good morning, Briar May," My roommate, Daphne, greeted. I giggled, "It's just Briar, only my relatives ever call me Briar May..., and my nannies," I explained. "Alright then," she said as she began brushing her hair. I followed suit, heading to the sink to wet and unravel the two braids I slept in so I could brush them and put my hair in a high ponytail as always. After brushing my hair, I brushed my teeth and cleaned my face before stretching and putting on my school uniform and making sure it was wrinkle free. It had to be wrinkle free.
"What time is it?" Daphne asked. "6:40, what time does breakfast starts in 20 minutes," I answered as I fixed my hair. "Perfect," she said, "that gives us time to read ahead before breakfast." I nodded my agreement, pulling out my transfiguration texts. "I've always found it weird that people eat transfigured food even though they gain no nourishment," Daphne laughs. "Well imagine transfiguring a salad into a candy bar," I said. "But it's still a salad," she argues. "Exactly, and you get all the salad benefits, but it looks and tastes like a candy bar," I explained. She smirked. "I'm never going to crave an actual candy bar again," she cheered. "Me neither," I agreed. This takes dieting to a whole new level!
"Girls!" The melodic voice of Gemma Farley, our assigned prefect echoed from behind the door. First through third years are assigned a prefect to their halls to help guide them through everything. First years are paired with fifth years, second years are assigned to sixth years, and third years are given to seventh years. Our prefects were Gemma Farley and Marcus Flint, two fifth years. Gemma was first chair of the Slytherin Orchestra, a group that I would absolutely be joining if my aunt had anything to say about it, while Marcus is head of our quidditch team which is a very important role according to Blaise.
"Are you both ready to go?" Gemma asked once Daphne opened the door. "Which class do we have first, like do I bring all my books or just pick randomly?" Daphne asked. "And what if we pick wrong, then I'll be starting off on the wrong foot," I added. "First year Slytherins have Herbology first with Hufflepuffs followed by a double block of Defense with Ravenclaw," Gemma answered. I smiled. At least now I know what subjects I have. "What about after lunch?" Lily Moon asked, peeping her head in. She roomed right next to us with Tracey Davis. "Potions with Gryffindor and a free period," she answered, "don't worry, there will be plenty of time to get everything situated before then, now come on, we don't want to be too late for breakfast."
