Harry! Hey Mate! Ron pushed through a flock of Ravenclaws and clapped his friend on the shoulder.
Hey Ron, wheres Hermione? The two boys sat down at their house table. The first hand full of classes and gone by reasonably well, and lunch was in ten minutes.
I dont know. Im not her keeper. He rolled his eyes and flicked a strand of red hair from his face. Would you believe she tried to get me in trouble in our FIRST class?
Im sure you did something to deserve it.
Harry, Mate, youre supposed to be on my side!
Sorry, go on.
Well, he began, the new professor, Fiddlesnype, she writes a ton of notes. I saw Hermione was writing them all down REALLY well, so I charmed my quill to copy hers. He shrugged and casually waved his hand. In my opinion, thats a COMPLIMENT to her note taking.
What did Fiddlesnype do? Harry glanced around the room for Hermione, but finding she was still not there, looked back to Ron.
She said I was clever! Can you believe that?!
Yeah, I can actually.
Oh yeah, by the way, you were right. Ron caught Hermione out of the corner of his eye, and waved for her to join them.
Right about what? Harry also saw her, and mimicked Rons suggestion.
Shes a Gryffindor.
Hello boys. Hermione took a seat beside Ron. Harry, how were your classes?
They were alright, I guess. He shrugged. I havent had my favorite class yet
but there are no promises it will be good with Lockhart teaching.
Ron crinkled his nose at the thought. Yeah, youre right. Each of them had a specific memory pop into their heads of their second year. Lockhart had taught Defense Against the Dark Arts before, and had done so poorly. Hermione, werent you the one that froze the pixies when Lockhart couldnt?
Yes, She smiled proudly, That was me.
A know-it-all perfectionist from day one, Ron teased and Hermione shoved him. Awe Hermione I was only kidding! You dont have to shove me!