Draco Malfoy took pleasure in being at the top of the Slytherin house league, and that was no secret. His Father had power, and so he was placed on the highest pedastal from the moment he was placed into Slytherin house, and it had remained that way since. Another thing that remained consistent for Draco was the growing adoration he had for Wendalyn - a muggleborn witch placed into Slytherin. Draco could remember the moment the Sorting Hat came to rest upon her crown, and without hesitation, called out the house of the Serpent. He had only just been sorted himself, and the stunned silence that followed was something that had been etched into his memory, and he remembered feeling sorry for the girl, because everyone in the house came to despise her - except for him, no matter what his exterior said otherwise. Draco had fallen for Wendalyn quickly, and he knew if his feelings came to surface, there would be trouble. Draco was involved with big plans for when The Dark Lord returned, and he couldn't mess up, not now. He couldn't drown in Wendalyn's presence, no matter how much he wanted to indulge himself in her. When she was around him, it was almost torturous, how he could so easily identify the smell of her perfume and the sound of her voice. Scowling with the thought, Draco trailed along behind Crabbe and Goyle, having parted from his best friend, Louis, just moments before. The heir to the Tomlinson estate was a few years older than Draco, and so Draco and Louis didn't have any classes together. Draco supposed it was better that way, he was unsure if professors would tolerate them both together. Continuing on down the grounds, Draco held onto his book - still bound in a belt because it bit Goyle that morning - and pushed past his dimwitted friends once he reached the gathering of students, his eyes searching for the one person that mattered most; Wendalyn. "Oh, look!" Draco smirked. "The mudblood's here, too!" Draco sneered, keeping his cruel attitude towards the girl who held his heart tightly in her hands, and for the first time in his life, Draco trusted someone to treat it well.
Sansa took a deep breath and smoothed out her skirt, the silver and green tie around her neck weighing her down in the worst way. Trying to ignore the ache, Sansa swallowed the lump of anxiety that seemed to permanently reside in her throat and she reminded herself that she was heading to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom - but any hopes she had of a good day were burned to ashes when she heard Louis Tomlinson's voice, and when she felt him shove past her, Sansa scrambled to steady her textbook in her arms, and she closed her eyes to regain her patience, silently wishing she was in Wendalyn's year. "Oh, go away, Louis." Sansa scowled, and for a moment, Sansa forgot the love she held for Louis. It had happened on their First Day, on the Hogwarts Express. Louis and Sansa had spoken quite easily, but when she'd told him she was a muggleborn, he seemed to cut her off, as if he was afraid she would taint him in some way, but the damage had been done. Louis made Sansa laugh, and his smile and bright blue eyes were enough to reel her in, and since then, the adoration she held for the pureblood had grown, but Sansa tried her hardest to push those thoughts to the back of her mind - there was no way in Hell Louis Tomlinson would ever feel that way for her. She was sure Louis was convinced she was nothing but filth. "Don't you have anyone else to torment?"
Harry Styles had been one of the first to reach the first Care of Magical Creatures class of the year, and he had the pleasure of reassuring Hagrid, a friendly half giant that everyone seemed to get along with, that he would do just fine in teaching. Everyone Harry knew had been looking forward to Hagrid's lessons, and anyone who wasn't supportive of this decision was clearly a Slytherin. Looking to his book, laid open and relaxed against the wall, Harry was sure he'd cracked the secret: stroke the spine gently with two fingers. "Well, it's certainly interesting." Harry mumbled to himself, but the first three pages had been ripped to shreds with the book's murder attempt on a certain Seamus Finnigan that morning. Grinning with the memory, Harry looked to the group of students that approached and the Gryffindor boy almost chastised himself, because he was looking for someone specific - Anesa Verity, a beautiful Slytherin. She wasn't like the others that Harry knew, nothing like that idiotic Louis Tomlinson, the foolish Crabbe and Goyle or the bratty Malfoy boy, Anesa was quiet, and rarely spoke unless she was spoken to, and there was something just so endearing about the girl. She had captured his attention - and his heart - during their first day, and although Harry knew that she was unaware of it, Harry loved her endlessly; but had come to accept that she wouldn't harbour any feelings for him in return. She lived in her own world, and as much as Harry wanted to be a part of it, he was unsure if Anesa had ever even noticed him. Running a hand through his curls at the thought, Harry perched himself on top of the wall, swinging his legs so he could see over the top of students' heads, wanting Hagrid to feel confident that someone was paying attention.
Winona tied her hair into a ponytail as she strolled down the corridors with confidence only a Gryffindor could have - there was no reason for Winona to feel like she couldn't be herself within the stone walls of the Hogwarts castle, and she felt a little downhearted that this was her final year - so she had to make it count. The one way Winona wanted to make her seventh year count was finally admitting her feelings for fellow Gryffindor and Quidditch captain, Oliver Wood. She'd been friends with Oliver since their First Year, and by the time she'd departed the Hogwarts Express for Summer, she found herself absolutely enthralled with the boy. He was intelligent, furiously passionate about Quidditch, and not to mention talented at the sport, and he had a smile that made Winona's heart beat just that little faster. As if her thoughts had conjured Oliver into reality, Winona smiled as she heard Oliver call her name. "Catch up, Oliver!" Winona teased, laughing as he did, wrapping an arm around his middle. "I certainly am." She confirmed happily, admittedly looking forward to Defence Against the Dark Arts. "How did practice go?" She looked to her taller counter part with a grin. "Any excuse to dodge Potions? You missed it - I'm almost certain Snape actually smiled."
Luke Hemmings listened as Calum spoke, and Luke arched an amused brow at the boy. "Oh? What classes did you end up choosing?" The boy with golden hair asked, licking over his lower lip to moisten his mouth, and stuffing his hands into his pockets, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, Luke was the epitome of relaxed. Coming into his Third Year of Hogwarts had been nothing but an effortless transition, and Luke felt more at home within the castle than he did outside of it. "I surprised myself mate, I went with Astronomy." Luke offered with a grin. Luke hoped, when his time came to graduate, that he could return as a teacher, so he felt it was necessary to dip his toes into each subject - which is why Minerva McGonagall gifted him with a time turner, hidden within his shirt. As Luke and Calum ventured further into the dungeons, Luke blinked in surprise when he caught sight of a Hufflepuff he was familiar with, Clara Haynes. Smiling at the mere sight of the beauty, Luke exhaled happily when he saw her enter the classroom that Severus Snape had claimed, Luke felt himself perk up. "I think this year is going to be a fantastic one." And although he was unsure how it was going to go, he swore to himself that he was going to use this year to put the wheels into motion to prepare for his future, and that included getting close to Clara, and finding an excuse to fall further in love with her, if that was even possible. Luke was certain she was the one he was meant to be with, the connection unlike any other, but how could he ever be sure if he had no courage? "C'mon, let's go see if Snape is in a good mood today."
Danielle snorted with laughter as she heard Clara's question, and she shook her head in amusement, twirling her brunette hair around her finger with boredom. Potions had never been a subject that captured Danielle's interest, and it was so easy to get distracted by other things - one of those things was usually Calum Hood, a handsome Ravenclaw with golden skin and eyes that resembled black coffee. "When is Snape ever in a good mood?" Danielle replied easily, raising her eyebrows. Neatening her yellow and black tie to upkeep her appearance, Danielle almost paused in her steps when she heard Calum's voice, and feeling her heart jump in her chest with excitement, Danielle couldn't stop the smile that threatened the corners of her mouth. "You know, Clara," Danielle hummed, looking over her shoulder to look at Calum, smiling when she saw his handsome features, before entering the classroom, sitting beside her best friend with a grin. "I think this year is going to be a good one." Danielle sighed happily, taking a seat and placing her textbook onto the table, waiting for the greasy Potions teacher to appear. The man wore black constantly, he was almost like a Dementor - it wouldn't surprise Danielle if he was, he seemed to suck the happiness out of everyone.
Ashton Irwin had a damn good feeling about his Third Year, and he wasn't sure what it was, but he was certain it was going to be good. Perhaps it was that he was able to practice magic as he pleased, or perhaps he could credit his happiness to a certain Bellona Seaver. The Gryffindor girl was absolutely gorgeous, and Ashton was glad to call her a friend, although his heart yearned to call her so much more. She'd held his heart from the moment his eyes found her on Platform 9 and three quarters, and when they managed to strike up a conversation in one of the carriages, Ashton felt himself falling even further, and he made no attempts at stopping himself, because Bellona was worth every moment of falling. Smiling with the thought of her, Ashton was pulled out of his mind when he heard Michael speak. "Hopefully not Mandrakes again. They scream so loud." Ashton cringed, although when he heard Bellona's voice, Ashton visibly perked up, his dimpled grin broadening. "Good morning, Belle." Ashton greeted happily, smirking as Michael walked off to greet Arista. "How are you this morning, my lovely?" Ashton flung his arm across Bellona's shoulders. "It's the start of a wonderful year, are you feeling positive?" Ashton grinned, pulling Bellona to him, using any excuse to get her as close as he could, and when he caught scent of her perfume, Ashton could of sworn his knees were about to buckle.
Lucinda walked through the longest corridor Hogwarts had to offer, silently cursing Professor Flitwick for changing the Charms classroom location. Holding her textbook to her chest securely with one arm, Lucinda used her wand to perfect the swish and flick motion that came with wingardium leviosa, and although the spell was simple in itself, Lucinda always felt that practicing any spell was the key to getting it to work. However, Lucinda was pulled from her thoughts when she heard the familiar voice of George Weasley, a charming Gryffindor boy who was full of mischief he was sometimes difficult to keep up with. Smiling as she heard his footsteps approaching her, Lucinda laughed as George wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and she wondered how good they looked together from an outsiders perspective. "Good morning, George." Lucinda grinned, leaning into the boy slightly, having no qualms in doing so, and looking up to him, Lucinda grinned as she saw the mischief hidden in his eyes. "Why, do you have something planned?" Lucinda grinned, but when he continued to speak, Lucinda giggled, wondering if George realised what he said. "I certainly will." She winked, gently nudging him away to take her seat within the new classroom to the left side of Lux, placing her textbook on the table. "Morning."
Fred Weasley tried to look as innocent as he possibly could as he walked alongside his twin down the corridor. The two had been conspiring amongst each other to put together the small details of a big prank - and if Professor Flitwick dared bore them to oblivion, they would unleash it for their fellow students to enjoy - one student in particular he hoped to impress was Lux Ayers, a stunning Ravenclaw who Fred had adored for the longest time. Fred was lucky to consider the girl a friend, and he wanted to call her more than that, if fate allowed. Rolling his eyes playfully as George left his side, Fred overtook his brother and Lucinda, walking into the classroom and nodding at Professor Flitwick in greeting, but as he scanned the classroom, Fred caught sight of Lux and swore to himself that a flame sprouted through his chest. "Well, well," Fred grinned, sitting on the right side of Lux. "Good morning, Lux. You're early to class, are you excited to be learning?" Fred teased. "I suppose I better not set off this prank until after lesson, if you're so intent on paying attention." He teased, getting comfortable beside the brunette, because just being in her presence was enough to settle the side of him that constantly had to bounce from wall to wall, she was the calm to his chaos and he loved that - but it wasn't what he loved the most, oh no. The thing he loved the most about Lux was that she was so incredibly herself, with a smile that could overpower the brightest constellations in the night sky, and eyes that could put the sunshine to shame. "How was your summer, anyway?"
Arista took her time to walk to the greenhouses - the sun, for September, was glorious, and Arista wanted to make the most of it before the heat grew overpowering within the glass walls of which she would be confined for the next hour. Holding her book on various plants to her chest, Arista hummed happily as she walked, admittedly grateful to be back to school, because that meant she was close to a certain Michael Clifford once again. Smiling with the thought, Arista shook her head, knowing no one knew of the crush she harboured towards the handsom boy. It was her best kept secret, but it was a secret she wasn't ashamed of. Hell, if Michael ever noticed her, ever grew to love her like she loved him, she'd shout it from the rooftops. As if fate could read her mind, Arista heard a rush of footsteps behind her, and looking over her shoulder, she smiled as she saw Michael. "Good morning, Michael." Arista greeted, not stiff and cold like other Slytherins. "I'm very well, I'm enjoying this sunshine." She admitted with a smile. "How are you? Glad to be back at school?"
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