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𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦

The next morning we hurried up to get to class. It was hard to get up, since I didn't have Katherine, who I dearly miss. Pansy and I grabbed our books and raced out the room to Professor McGonagalls class. I found a seat next to Crabbe. I pulled out my ink and quill and wrote down the stuff that was on the board. I heard the door open, feet running up a few minutes later. Potter and Weasley arrived late. I smirked, going back to my work.

"Whew, amazing, can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?" Weasley said as he sat down. The cat jumps off the desk and turns into Professor McGonagall. The two boys were amazed. "That was bloody brilliant."

"Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Maybe if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocketwatch, maybe one of you would be on time."

"We got lost."

"Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats." When class was done, we traveled to potions class, my fathers class. It was an easy class for me, you know, since I already knew all the potions because of him. I sat next Blaise, behind Draco and his clowns. We all chatted, sitting near the steaming cauldrons. The door slams open, charging in, my father. I sat up.

"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to enjoy the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few-" he looked me, i smirked. "who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death. Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confidant enough to not... pay... attention." I turned to see Potter, writing in his notebook. I snickered. "Mr. Potter. Our... new... celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" My hand shot up, so did Granger's. We both looked at each other, holding it higher. "You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" My hand went up again, so did hers. I growled to myself.

"I don't know, Sir."

"And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfbane?" We still had our hands up.

"I don't know, Sir." Poor Potter, he doesn't know his stuff. What a real shame. I gave Potter a wicked smirk, he just rolled his eyes.

"Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter?" all the Slytherins chuckled.

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It was our free period, all of us went to the hall and caught up with some reading or just playing around. I was bothering Draco with my spells.

"Will you knock it off?" He growled.

"Aww looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." I laughed. He squinted at me.

"You're lucky your father is a professor." I got up from my seat and I got closer to him. Face to face, him turning red.

"And if he wasnt?" He gulped. Suddenly, a flock of owls start coming into the hall from the rafters above.

"Mail's here!" The owls soar by, dropping parcels to students. I caught my letter, ripping it open. It was from Lucas.

My dearest Daphne,
I've heard you got settled in Slytherin. Im happy for you, i knew you would. How was it been? Its been real quiet here at the house, i miss the way the piano sounds as you play it everyday and miss the days we would annoy Katherine with our pranks. Hows Morticia? Anyways, im glad you're doing good. - Lucas