The exams were stressful enough without Felix and Hermione constantly bantering about who would win their bet, and the amount of time Hermione spent studying, and drilling the study material into everyone who sat next to her just made Calysta nearly throw up.

Felix, on the other hand, acted no different to the exams than he would on a normal school day. Calysta knew he was smart without even trying, but the day where he would open a book to study was yet to come. She had witnessed him doing his homework, but save for that, she had almost never seen him open a book to study. All he read were novels.

Jeff was confident Felix would win the bet, and he betted a galleon against Ron, who claimed Hermione would emerge as top of their year. Calysta, in all honestly, betted that they would tie, despite her slight dislike of Hermione and her rules. 

What with Harry constantly on edge, afraid that Voldemort would come up to him any moment, amidst all of the exam stress, Calysta was sure she'd collapse underneath all of the overwhelming emotions she felt at once.

It was no surprise to her that she found the exams to be rather.. tough. Especially since they had been given new anti-cheating quills to use during the exams. 

Not to mention the practical exams too. 

She found History of Magic to be the most difficult exams, having been able to answer only six of the twenty questions given, and she was sure she'd fail. 

For her herbology theory, she answered most of the questions, but the practical was a fail. She was supposed to figure out what to do with a Devil's Snare, but failed miserably, until the Devil's Snare began strangling her. The brunette got angry and prodded at it with her wand until she accidentally set it on fire.

Astronomy wasn't so bad. She did fairly well on labelling the astronomical bodies on the star charts, but in the practical, when mapping out the stars, she did splendidly. 

Charms theory was much better than her other papers, and during the practical, when making the pineapple tap-dance on the table, she ended up making it waltz. Professor Flitwick seemed impressed that she'd managed to do that, since it was Second Year material, but it was a mistake, since she got her wand movement wrong. On her second try, she succeeded in making it tap dance.

Her flying lesson exam was already a guaranteed full-marks, since she was already on the team, and Calysta was sure it would help her with her grade average, at least a little bit. 

As for Defense Against the Dark Arts, she'd left her paper completely blank since she'd learned nothing. During the exam, she stole a glance at Felix, and he was writing furiously on his paper. Calysta was astounded, since he'd never even set foot in Professor Quirrell's classroom, yet he was somehow answering his paper so very confidently. The same couldn't be said for her. When Felix skipped Defense Against the Dark Arts (given permission from Professor McGonagall), Calysta and all her other friends would skip too, and chill in the boys' dormitory. She was failing that one for sure, and had no regrets.

Transfiguration theory went marvelously. Calysta was one hundred percent sure she would be getting full marks in transfiguration, especially when she transformed her mouse into a snuffbox perfectly, for the practical. As a bonus, she also transfigured the chair she was sitting on, into a couch, and needless to say, Professor McGonagall was so pleased with her that she gave her full marks there and then, much to Hermione's disappointment.

As for potions, it was the most stressful of the lot. The theory was easy, but Snape was breathing down their necks as they concocted the forgetfulness potion without using their books. Calysta gave herself a minute to think, before gathering all the ingredients first, writing down all the steps on a piece of parchment, so she wouldn't forget, and beginning to brew the potion. She was the first one done, and Snape's tight-lipped expression told her he was pleased. Felix had done really well, and so had Hermione. What surprised everyone was Jeff's nearly perfect potion. It was obvious he'd been working hard.

The results were due in a week, and the day the exams ended, Calysta was clear to steer far away from Hermione, knowing that the bookish girl would be revising the exam papers until the results came out, and frankly, Calysta had had quite enough of the exams already. She didn't need more work breathing down her neck.

Calysta and Jeff still hadn't told Harry about Quirrell, mainly because every single time they tried to approach him, Hermione would shoo them away since she was studying. All in all, they had no time to dwell on Voldemort, Quirrell, Snape, or the Stone.

As a celebration after the exams, Calysta and Felix had so kindly asked Fred and George to bring back fireworks for them from Hogsmeade, and the Weasley twins had done this without any persuading. During dinner, the night the exams ended, the five Gryffindors set off the fireworks in the Great Hall, causing the students to erupt into cheers. Needless to say, when Professor McGonagall's eyes met Calysta's, her lips formed a grim expression, but she had to admit; it did feel good to let things go, once in a while. If it weren't for her good mood, she'd have given them detention. She too, felt that they deserved it after all their hard work.

The following morning, dawned a bright, sunny day, and Calysta and her friends spent most of it outdoors. They took turns flying around the Quidditch pitch on Calysta's Nimbus, and Jeff taught them all muggle games he used to play as a child. When it became too hot to even run anymore, the five of them completely collapsed onto the grassy floor, too sweaty and tired to even move a muscle.

Felix was dressed awfully strangely for such a sunny day. He'd worn his usual robes, but had worn a winter scarf, a hat with a wide brim, and sunglasses, and when the others asked why, he claimed that his skin was sensitive to the sun. Calysta honestly thought that Felix had too many health problems and a low immunity, and she felt sorry for him. 

"Aren't you feeling hot, Felix?" asked Jeff, trying to tug off the other's scarf.

"I am," Felix mumbled. "But I'm allergic to such bright and direct sunlight."

"At least take off your scarf, we're under the tree."

"It's got a cooling charm on it," Felix replied smartly.

"What if we go swim in the lake?" suggested Regulus, a grin on his lips.

"And risk a detention?" added Raymond, sitting up. "Absolutely."

"I'll come too," said Jeff, standing up and helping the two boys to their feet. "You two game?"

Calysta and Felix looked at each other. "Oh, yes."

While the five of them played and splashed in the dark waters of the black lake until sunset, neither of them noticed Draco Malfoy at the bank of the lake, smirking bitterly at the laughing eleven year olds, before going back indoors and complaining to Professor McGonagall.

Minerva McGonagall was in the staffroom, correcting the fifth-year transfiguration papers when Draco Malfoy knocked on the door and informed her that five first year students were swimming in the Black Lake. It didn't even need a second guess to know exactly who those students were. 

Professor McGonagall stood up instantly from her chair, slamming the door of the staffroom behind her, marching to the Black Lake, the sky dark as the moon reflected off the dark waters, the waves rippling onto the bank as five eleven year olds played in the water for hours without tiring.

The transfiguration Professor instantly used Madam Hooch's whistle to grab their attention, and once she did, it wasn't pretty.

Calysta, Jeff, Regulus, Felix and Raymond stood underneath a tree, dressed in their soaking white shirts and trousers (Calysta in a skirt), their robes, ties and socks scattered all over the grass.

"What is the meaning of this?" Professor McGonagall screeched. "Never- in all of my years--"

"How many years?" Regulus interrupted rather innocently, lifting his finger up.

The look McGonagall shot him was thunderous. 

"Not the time, mate, not the time," Jeff muttered, nudging Regulus.

"Well, excuse me for being curious," Regulus murmured, silenced by the Professor's glare.

"But that would be thirty four years," said Professor McGonagall in a clipped tone.

The five's jaws dropped.

"We're getting detention, right?" asked Felix, his dark lips curving into a side smile. "It's easy to figure that out."

"Yes, so what's our detention?" asked Calysta, placing her arms behind her back.

Professor McGonagall sighed and waved her wand, casting drying charms on the five first years.

"Actually," Professor McGonagall quipped. "I need you five in my office right now. Put on your robes, and follow me. We've much to discuss," she said firmly.

Calysta looked at Jeff and gulped, before exchanging scared glances with the others. 

"We're not... being expelled, are we?" whispered Raymond, tying his tie around his neck.

"We most definitely are," sighed Felix. "Dad'll be so mad."

"My parents will probably send me to Ilvermorny," sighed Jeff. 

"I'll be with my aunt and uncle, never to mention the word witch, wizard, magic, or Hogwarts ever again," Calysta said glumly.

"I just hope we're not expelled," Regulus shrugged. "She didn't seem too mad, if you ask me."

They followed Professor McGonagall to her office, for the second time that year. After she conjured five seats opposite her own, on the other side of her desk, she offered them each a biscuit, from the jar she usually kept on her desk, pouring herself a cup of tea.

She took a sip, letting the others take in her office. Perhaps it was because they were so tense they failed to look around, or notice that Professor McGonagall was oddly calm. Perhaps they were so busy thinking about expulsion, that until after they each had a biscuit each, that they looked around. Professor McGonagall still hadn't said a word, and the silence was killing them.

"What happened in here?" Regulus questioned, suddenly noticing that besides the desk and chairs, the office was in complete and utter havoc. 

Ink spilt all over the floor, the curtains ripped and shredded, pudding on the roof (how did it even get there?) and so many other chaotic things. 

"Yeah, what happened?" murmured Calysta, her lips curling in distaste as she looked at the feathers on the floor.

"Peeves happened," Professor McGonagall spoke. "He did this after I told the Bloody Baron to give him a talking to, after he disrupted my sixth-year examinations."

"Oh," mumbled Calysta, her throat dry.

"Now, I am willing to let this... fiasco slide if you five can help me come up with some plan to take revenge on Peeves, show him not to mess with me."

The five couldn't believe their ears.

"Wait, so you're practically telling us to break more rules, as a punishment for breaking the rules?"

"Now that you put it that way, yes," replied Professor McGonagall, her expression still serious. "I believe that's what I implied, Mr. Sanguini."

"Somebody pinch me," sighed Jeff. "I'm dreaming."

Raymond was only too glad to comply, pinching Jeff's shoulder.

"Not that hard, you mutt!" scowled Jeff.

The five were feeling unexpectedly excited, as Professor McGonagall suddenly became 'ten times cooler and more lit', as Jeff so kindly put it.

Needless to say, they spent the next three hours in Professor McGonagall's office, helping her concoct a brilliantly flawless plan that would terrify Peeves the Poltergeist and permanently scar him, never to bother Professor McGonagall again.

When Professor McGonagall, (with the help of five Gryffindor troublemakers) terrified Peeves by implying talking furniture, illusions with the help of mirrors and smoke, and hauntingly frightening events, Peeves had run far, far away from the transfigurations department, far away from the teacher's wing, and most of all, desperate to get far, far away from Professor McGonagall.

The empty classroom was a mess.

"Well done," Professor McGonagall nodded with a small smile. "You five never fail to disappoint when it comes to ravaging, or causing damage, do you?"

"Doesn't look like it," chirped Calysta. "I think today has been one of the best days in Hogwarts, so far."

"Your father would be awfully proud of you, Miss Potter," said Professor McGonagall, before turning around and stalking off back to her office.

It was oddly silent, until Jeff broke the silence, pumping his fist in the air. "I'VE GOT IT!" he shouted, a wide grin on his lips. "Hallelujah!"

"Got what?" asked Raymond, looking at Calysta's cousin.

"I don't know," shrugged Felix. "But I think we should be scared."

"A name for our group, duh," Jeff said with a roll of his eyes.

"Oh no," Calysta interrupted. "I thought we said Jeff isn't picking the name?"

"I know, but just listen..." pleaded Jeff.

"Fine, if it doesn't start with 'Jeff and the' then I'm willing to hearing you out," Regulus inputted.

"Professor McGonagall said we never disappoint when it comes to ravaging or causing damage," quoted Jeff, using his fingers as quotation marks. "That gave me an idea. How does 'The Ravagers ' sound?"

It was safe to say that there were no objections to Jeff's proposal, so in the end, the name stuck.

Credit to Professor McGonagall, of course.

{ aaaand our favorite group finally has a name. what do you think of it? comment. well,, we're almost at the end of the first part. i think we've got only two chapters left,, sooo yeah. i know this is a draco malfoy fanfic,, and there's barely any calysta and draco action, but i can assure you,, they are in first year,, and i will emphasize the fact that they are eleven. this story doesn't revolve only around romance,, it's about friendship,, and finding out who you are,, and being okay with it. that's why i started waaay at the beginning. i hope you like it. stay safe,, and stay tuned. love,, jasmine. }