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Scene: Morning. Harry and Ron are running through the stone halls to their class. They rush in. In the class, a tabby cat is sitting on a desk.
Ron: Whew, amazing, can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?
The cat jumps off the desk and turns into Professor McGonagall. The two boys are amazed.
Ron: That was bloody brilliant.
McGonagall: Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Maybe if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket watch, maybe one of you would be on time.
“Love the sass Minnie!” Briar cheered excitedly. McGonagall sighed long since giving up on getting Briar to stop calling her that.
Harry: We got lost.
McGonagall: Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats.
Scene: Snape's potions class. The students are chattering, sitting near steaming cauldrons. The door slams open and Snape comes rushing in.
Snape: 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 {look at Draco, who smiles}, 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 {Draco looks on} in death. {Draco raises his eyebrows.} {Snape sees Harry, writing this down, in his view, not paying attention.} Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not...pay...attention.
Hermione nudges Harry in the ribs. He looks up.
Snape: Mr. Potter. Our...new...celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood? {Hermione's hand skyrockets. Harry shrugs.} You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar? {Hermione's hand shoots up again.}
“Those are high level questions Severus,”. Minerva frowned
Harry: I don't know, Sir.
Snape: And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?
Harry: I don't know, Sir.
Snape: Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter?
Many parents glared at Snape. Lily looked at him particularly murderously. Upon her look many people glanced at Calla who has had that same look many times.
Scene:
Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs are sitting in Professor Snape's class copying notes. Calla appears to be zoning out.
Snape: Ms. Potter what would you get if I added powdered root of Asphodel to an infusion of wormwood
Calla: Draught of the Living Death
Surprise rippled through the hall.
Snape: Correct. Try to pay more attention
Scene: In the great hall, probably midday. The students are all working on homework.
Seamus is trying a spell on a cup.
Seamus: Eye of rabbit, harp string hum. Turn this water, into rum. {Looks in cup and shakes head.} Eye of rabbit, harp string hum...
Harry: What's Seamus trying to do to that glass of water?
“Honestly Harry, were you not listening to what Seamus was saying,” Hermione rolled her eyes
“It's pretty self explanatory,” Calla added, sniffing her nose haughty.
Ron: Turn it into rum. Actually managed a weak tea yesterday, before...
ZAPOOF! The cup explodes. There is laughter amongst the students. Suddenly, a flock of owls start coming into the hall from the rafters above.
Ron: Ah. Mail's here!
The owls soar by, dropping parcels to students. Harry gets nothing. He sees the newspaper Ron has put down.
Harry: Can I borrow this? {Ron nods} Thanks.
Neville is unwrapping a gift. It is a clear ball with gold around it.
Seamus: Hey, look! Neville's got a Remembrall!
Hermione: I've read about those. When the smoke turns red {the smoke turns red}, it means you've forgotten something.
Neville: The only problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten.
Calla: Robes Neville
“That's Nad… Calla all right, always so observant.”. Briar cheered a little too enthusiastically for a small observation.
Calla continues to walk past before Harry stops her.
Harry: Hey, Ron, Calla, somebody broke into Gringotts. Listen, Believed to be the work of dark witches or wizards unknown, Gringotts goblins, while acknowledging the breach, insist that nothing was taken. The vault in question, number 713, had in fact been emptied earlier that same day. That's odd. That's the vault Hagrid and I went to.
Calla furrows her eyebrows
“And so it begins,” Ron sighed tiredly.
“The habit of getting into the worst danger possible.” Hermione added on mournfully
“Hate to break it to you but it started long before this moment for me.”.
“That's ma girl we've been gettin’ into trouble long before Hogwarts,”. Briar grinned like a maniac.
Scene: Outside, flying practice. The students, Gryffindor and Slytherin, are lined up in two rows with brooms by their sides. The teacher, MADAM HOOCH, comes down the line. She has short hair and hawk yellow eyes.
Hooch: Good afternoon, class.
Class: Good afternoon, Madam Hooch.
Hooch: Good afternoon, Amanda, good afternoon. {to class} Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, Up!
Class: Up!
Harry's broom flies into his hand.
Harry: Whoa. {Hermione stares as the class continues.}
Draco: Up! {broomstick flies up and Draco smugly grins.}
Hooch: With feeling!
Hermione: Up. Up. Up. Up.
Ron: Up!! {His broom flies up and conks him on the nose} Ow! {Harry laughs} Shut up, Harry. {laughs}
The hall laughed as well.
Hooch: Now, once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. And grip it tight, you don't want to be sliding off the end. {Class mounts} When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, and then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle...3...2...{tweet!}
Neville immediately lifts off. He looks quite frightened.
Neville: Oh...
Hooch: Mr. Longbottom.
Girl: Neville, what are you doing?
Students: Neville...Neville...
Boy: We're not supposed to take off, yet.
Hooch: {Neville begins soaring away} M-M-Mr. Longbottom Mr. Longbottom!
Neville: AHH!
Hooch: Mr. Longbottom!
Neville: {soars away} Down! Down! Ahhhh!
Harry: Neville! {shouting}
Neville: Help!!!
Hooch: Come back down this instant!
Neville: AHH!
He soars through the sky and hits a wall, conking along it and then swooping off. All the while, he is screaming. He begins to zoom back towards the group of students. Hooch holds out her wand to stop him.
Neville: Help!
Hooch: Mr. Longbottom! {Neville approaches. The students scatter and Hooch dives out of the way. Neville goes through the scatter and up a tower.}
Neville: Ahhhh! Whoa! Ahhh! {zooms past a statue of a man with a sharp spear. Neville's cloak catches on it. He is flipped off the broom and hangs there.} Oh. Ah...help! {He wavers, then the cloak rips, and he falls, catching on a torch, but then slipping out and falling to the ground.} Ahh!
“Oh, were you alright Neville,” Remus asked
“I was fine thank you Professor,”
Professor?” James turned to one of his Best Friends.
“Defense,”
“I’m guessing you only made it a year then,” James grimaced
“Much to are dismay,” Calla glared sharply at Snape
Hooch: Everyone out of the way! {She runs through the group, and they scatter.} Come on, get up.
Girl: Is he alright?
Neville: Owowowow.
Hooch: Oh, oh, oh, oh dear. It's a broken wrist. Tch, tch, tch. Good boy, come on now, up you get. {Draco reaches down and grabs Neville's Remembrall, which has fallen. Hooch begins to lead Neville away with her.} Everyone's to keep their feet firmly on the ground while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing. Understand? If I see a single broom in the air, the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say, Quidditch. {Exit.}
Draco: {snickers} Did you see his face? Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat ass. {Laughs.}
Harry: Give it here, Malfoy.
Draco: No. I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find. {hops on broom and soars around group, then through.} How 'bout up on the roof?? {soars off and hovers high in the sky.} What's the matter, Potter? Bit beyond your reach?
Harry grabs his broom and runs to get on it. Hermione stops him.
Hermione: Harry, no! You heard what Madam Hooch said! Besides, you don't even know how to fly. {Harry flies off.} What an idiot.
“Harry!” Lily scolded her son
“Thanks for trying Hermione,”
“You're already rule breaking, I'm so proud!” James wiped a fake tear
“James!”
“Just like old time Moony,” Sirius smiled bittersweetly
“Got that right, Pads.” Remus shook his head fondly
“Did you just say Moony?” the twins turned in unison.
“Spoilers!” Briar and Calla shouted at the same time doing their best Steph impression before dissolving into laughter. A large portion of the hall was surprised that Calla is laughing because they’ve never heard her laugh.
Harry is now in the air, across from Draco.
Harry: Give it here, Malfoy, or I'll knock you off your broom!
Draco: Is that so? {Harry makes a dash for him, but Draco twirls around his broom in a 360.} Have it your way, then! {He throws the Remembrall into the air.}
Harry zooms after the ball, speeding towards a tower. Just as he is about to hit a window, from which McGonagall is working/watching, he catches it, and then heads back to the group. The students all cheer and run to see him.
“Oh boy Minnie’s going to kill you,”. James shook his head as if he were preparing for his son's funeral.
Boy: Good job, Harry!
Boy 2: Oh, that was wicked, Harry.
McGonagall: {appears quickly} Harry Potter? Follow me. {Harry sullenly follows her. Draco and his goons laugh.}
Scene: Professor Quirrell's classroom. He is inside, teaching, holding an iguana.
Quirrell: An iguana s-such as this is {McGonagall approaches the class and stops Harry: You wait here.} an essential in-gredient
McGonagall: Excuse me, excuse me, Professor Quirrell. Could I borrow Wood for a moment?
Quirrell: Oh. Y-yes, of course. {a boy, OLIVER WOOD, gets up to leave and Quirrell continues.} And the vampire b-bat...{eerie roar.}
“I love bats,” Calla and Briar spoke scarily in unison
McGonagall: Potter, this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I have found you a Seeker!
Scene: Harry and Ron are walking through crowded halls. Sir Nicholas and a lady ghost float by.
Nick: Have you heard? Harry Potter's the new Gryffindor Seeker. I always knew he'd do well.
Ron: Seeker? But first years never make their house teams! You must be the youngest Quidditch player in
“Seeker, I’m so proud1” James grinned
“James he shouldn’t be rewarded for breaking the rules,” Lily hissed
“But Lily, it's Quidditch,” James whined. Lily rolled her eyes fondly.
Harry: A century, according to McGonagall.
Fred and George approach and walk along with Ron and Harry.
Fred: Hey, well done, Harry, Wood's just told us!
Ron: Fred and George are on the team, too. Beaters.
George: Our job is to make sure that you don't get bloodied up too bad. Can't make any promises, of course. Rough game, Quidditch.
Fred: Brutal. But no one's died in years. Someone will vanish occasionally... {They break off from Harry and Ron, who walk across a courtyard.
George: But they'll turn up in a month or two!!
“You two are incorrigible,” Hermione rolled her eyes. Fred blushed and George started to tease him.
Ron: Oh, go on, Harry, Quidditch is great. Best game there is! And you'll be great, too! {Hermione jumps up from her work and comes to join them.}
Harry: But I've never even played Quidditch. What if I make a fool of myself?
Hermione: You won't make a fool of yourself. It's in your blood.
Hermione flocked by Calla and Briar drag them
Scene: The five approach a trophy case. Hermione points at a plaque of Quidditch players. One lists Harry's father as a Seeker.
Ron: Whoa. Harry, you never told me your father was a Seeker, too.
Harry: I-I didn't know.
Hermione: What about you Calla you interested in Quidditch
Both Sirius and James turned towards Calla expectantly.
Calla: I prefer to fly another way
This confused the hall except for a select few.
Briar: (snort) come on we have class together next period Hermione we’ll catch you later Calla
Briar a Syltherin grabs Hermione and they start walking towards their next class. Ron gives her a disgusted look.
Calla: Make one remark Ron on the fact that Briar is a Slytherin and I’ll remove your tongue
“I’m really sorry Briar,” Ron looked down ashamed
“Naw its fine Ron,” Briar smiled viciously, “But hurt ma friends and I’ll shove ya head in a paper bag and slam it with a blunt instrument until ya die.”
Ron looks afraid as Calla walks off.