History of Magic first thing on a Monday was a bad idea. Not only was I generally exhausted from staying up in the library until curfew the night before, everyone else seemed to have woken up late this morning as well. So, naturally, there was a massive queue outside the great hall.
I got out of breakfast only 5 minutes before the lesson was supposed to begin. I sprinted up the stairs, and flung myself into my seat - right in the middle of the classroom, close enough to the front to be able to hear, but not so close that I looked like a nerd.
Despite my panic, I was the first person in the room, so I pulled out my notebook, wand and quill, and started doodling on my next blank page. I hoped the lesson would begin soon, as people were now starting to come in, and generally making a load of unnecessary noise.
History of Magic was my favourite subject, something that confused the full-of-themselves pure-bloods, but it was actually quite simple. Just like non-magical history, all it really included was memorising facts and dates.
I pulled out last lesson’s homework, and put it onto my desk, for the teacher to collect. I was almost certain I’d got full marks, as it was a simple topic, but very interesting.
Almost everyone was now sat down, and there were only a few seats left - one right at the front, and one right next to me. I looked up, and saw that there were only two people left standing, meaning one would definitely have to sit next to me. Oh no.
