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Rosalie's first class was Transfiguration, held by Professor McGonagall. She doubted that the class would be easy to find in the large school, and she was right. She entered three different rooms, interrupted four different ghosts, and nearly kick Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat. In the end, Rosalie asked a ghost where she was to go, and the ghost was happy to help. As they moved to the class, she found out that the ghost was a sixteen year old girl who had been at the castle for nearly two centuries.

"She needs help from a ghost," Rosalie heard Draco laugh from behind her as she waved goodbye to the ghost. She paid him no mind, ignoring him and moving into the classroom.

A few minutes into class, everyone was busy at their work when Rosalie heard footsteps echoing loudly outside. Along with several other students, she twisted in her seat to watch the two students enter the class.

It was Ron and Harry, both out of breath as they ran into the class, carrying their books as the doors closed behind them. Halfway down the rows of chairs, they slowed down.

"Whew. Made it. Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?" Ron questioned Harry, his voice loud in the silent room.

Rosalie cleared her throat, catching the attention of the two boys. She nodded towards the cat that was perched on the desk at the front of the room, directing their attention to the cat.

It leaped into the air, transforming into the Professor in midair, resulting in stunned expressions from the two boys.

"That was bloody brilliant," Ron gasped.

"Oh, thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps it would be better if I transfigured Mr. Potter and you into a pocket watch. Then one of you might be on time." The professor replied, resulting in a quiet chuckle from Rosalie, who watched the three.

"We got lost." Harry excused.

"Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats." With that, Professor McGonagall moved back to the front of the room, while the two boys took their seats.

Later on, during Potions, the students sat chattering to each other as they all waited for Professor Snape to come.

The professor quite literally kicked the door to his classroom open, his cloak billowing out behind him as he moved to the front of the room.

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class." He spoke to the now silent students, turning to face them from the front of the room. "As such, I don't expect much of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making."

Rosalie quietly pulled out her ink, quill and parchment, preparing to take notes on what he had to say. She wanted to pass all of her classes, in order to leave as many options open for her as possible with future jobs.

"However, for those select few 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 in death. 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."

In front of her, Hermione elbowed Harry, who was busy taking notes, just what Rosalie was preparing to do.

"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 immediately shot into the air.

"You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find a bezoar?"

Again, Hermione's hand shot into the air.

"I don't know, sir." Harry quietly replied.

"And what if the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Professor Snape questioned again.

"I don't know, sir." Harry replied again.

"Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter? How about you, Miss... Dursley?"

Rosalie jumped when the professor's attention snapped to her, unprepared. "I'm sorry, sir, i don't know." She replied, quieter than Harry had.

"Shame." Professor Snape murmured.

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At lunch, Rosalie, along with many other students, were busy with their schoolwork. She was astonished at the work they were given on the first few days of school, though she supposed that it was all rather enjoyable, since she had never taken classes even close to the ones she was taking now.

A few seats away from her, Seamus continuously chanted a spell, pointing his wand at his water.

"What's Seamus trying to do to the glass of water?" Harry, across from her, asked Ron.

"Turn it to rum. Actually managed a weak tea yesterday, before—"

A flash of light and an explosion cut Ron off. Everyone jumped, before laughing and waving the smoke away. Seamus, covered in soot, stared at his water.

A noise caused Ron to look up. "Ah! Mail's here!"

Rosalie followed his gaze up, watching owls fly into the hall from open windows. Each owl carried a package of some sort, dropping them down to their owners, who caught them.

Both Ron and Hermione received something, but Rosalie didn't, and she noted that neither did Harry. She wondered why Harry didn't get anything. She watched as he took a paper from Ron, beginning to read it while Rosalie watched the others around her opening their packages and letters.

"Hey, look! Neville's got a Remembrall." Seamus pointed out, turning Rosalie's attention to the glass ball the boy held.

"A what? The redhead questioned.

"I've read about those. When the smoke turns red, it means you've forgotten something." Hermione told them, just as the smoke inside of the ball turned red.

"Problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten." Neville replied, looking at the ball. Rosalie figured that it was his robe that he had forgotten, since he was the only student without one.

"Hey, somebody broke into Gringotts bank. Listen." Harry pulled Rosalie's attention back to him. "'Believed to be the work of Dark wizards or witches unknown, Gringotts goblins acknowledge the breach but insist 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."

The four children looked at each other, their gazes puzzled. Who would have ever broken into the Gringotts bank, and why? Like the professor stated while they were there, Rosalie believed that you would have to be crazy in order to break into the bank.

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Even though every class piled more homework onto her, she had to admit that each class was more interesting than the last.

For Charms, they had Professor Flitwick, who was a small wizard who had to stand on a pile of precariously stacked books in order to see over his desk. Rosalie often wondered if he had ever fallen off of the pile of books, not counting when he was taking roll and when he came upon Harry's name, he had fallen right off, despite standing still.

Three times a week, they went to the greenhouses behind the castle to study Herbology, led by a nice witch named Professor Sprout. Rosalie didn't have the faintest idea that so many types of strange plants and fungi existed, let alone the fact that they had many different uses. She was sure that she would never get them all straight.

Every Wednesday night at midnight, they were required to study the night sky through their telescopes, and learn the different movements of the planets and names of the many stars. She enjoyed studying the stars and planets, but could just remember all of the names that they were supposed to for the stars.

Then there was History of Magic, which nearly every students deemed boring. It was the only class taught by Professor Binns, a ghost. He had been quite old when he had fallen asleep beside the staffroom fire and gotten up to teach the next morning, leaving his body behind. The ghost talked incessantly while the students scrambled to write down they dates and names and facts and occurrences, getting several things confused.

Transfiguration was close to being Rosalie's favorite class, partly because it was taught by Professor McGonagall. Though she was clever and strict, she took comfort in the information that she could always go to the professor for anything troubling her. The professor had stressed the concept that she was not to be crossed several times, since there were always a few students who just couldn't get their heads onto their shoulders while in her class.

When they began to actually work on Transfiguration, not just researching and informing themselves on things, Professor McGonagall gave them another talking to.

"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts. Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."

Once she had told them that, she changed her desk into a pig and then back again. Everyone was very impressed and eager to begin, but quickly realized that they wouldn't be changing the furniture into animals for quite some time. Right after they finished taking even more complicated notes, they were all given a match to turn into a needle. At the end of the lesson, Hermione was the only students to make any difference to her match. The professor showed them all how the match had gone a bit pointy and silver and gave Hermione a smile.

Defense Against the Dark Arts turned out to be something of a joke, despite everyone looking forward to it. Professor Quirrell's classroom smelled strongly of garlic, and Rosalie heard the rumor that it was to ward off a vampire he had met in Romania and was afraid it would find its way to him again some day. He told them that his turban had been given to him by an African prince as a thank you for taking care of a troublesome zombie, but even Rosalie doubted that story. When Seamus asked how Quirrell had fought the zombie, the professor went pink and hurried to talk about the weather. They had also noticed that a funny smell hung off of the turban, and the Wealsey twins told everyone that it was stuffed full of garlic, so the professor was protected no matter where he went.

Rosalie was so relieved she nearly wept when she discovered that she wouldn't be miles behind every other student, despite her earlier belief. Many students came from Muggle families,and similar to her, were startled when they were told they were witches and wizards. Even Ron didn't have much of a head start, with all of the new information and facts flooding their way.

Rosalie noticed that she had nearly every class with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, which proved to be quite fortunate. Hermione was always there whenever she needed a bit of assistance with some work, and since neither Ron nor Rosalie cared much about Harry being famous and all that, Harry gladly seated them beside him whenever he could, due to the fact that if anyone else sat beside him, he was bombarded with well-meant but nosy questions.

Potions turned out to be one of the worst classes so far that Rosalie had. For a reason that no one seemed to know, Professor Snape hated Harry, and Rosalie wasn't far behind. After their first class, she silently wondered if there was a way that she could get through all the school years without taking Potions—or any class that Snape taught, for that matter.

No matter what she did, no matter how well she did on a potion, Snape always found a flaw with it, which usually resulted with points being deducted from Gryffindor. Rosalie was seriously beginning to consider to simply stop talking altogether in Potions, only speaking for someone to pass her something.

"You can't just stop talking," Hermione told her as they walked to the Great Hall for lunch one day. "You've got to keep your grades up."

"Can't I do that without speaking? I can simply make potions the best I can. That will at least keep Gryffindor from loosing so many points." Rosalie replied, pulling a book out of her bag.

"What are you reading?" Hermione looked at the book that the redhead held, unable to see the cover.

"Hogwarts: A History. Well, on second thought, maybe I should finish my Transfiguration homework first." Rosalie sighed, putting the book back into her bag. "If only they didn't give us so much homework. I can just barely keep up with it all. I mean, how am I supposed to remember Emeric the Evil from Uric the Oddball?"

"They're preparing us for all of those exams that are coming up," Hermione informed Rosalie . "It's only their job. Personally, I think that we ought to be grateful to them. They just want to see us do our best. Also, you just remembered Emeric from Uric."

"Yeah, tell that to Snape. I'm pretty positive that he hates me—and Harry." Rosalie skirted around a throng of Ravenclaws. "And I only remembered that just now because we just left that class. I'll forget it quite soon. Ugh, we should have taken Harry and Ron's way to the Great Hall."

"Hates you? No, that can't be it. He's only just met you, how could he possibly hate you by now? He just dislikes Gryffindors." Hermione ducked under a tall student that was swinging his around around while he spoke. "I prefer this way to Harry and Ron's way. It may be faster, but we have more time to stop by classrooms if we need help.

"Yes, he hates Gryffindors, and Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs. The only people he likes are Slytherins. Have you seen how much he praises Draco?" Rosalie pushed the doors to the Great Hall open.

Hermione nodded. "Yes, I suppose. It's only surprising that you are resorting to not speaking unless absolutely necessary in his class. You don't seem like the type of person to do that."

The two girls took their places beside Ron and Harry. "Well, he's made me almost desperate. Now, could you help me with this Transfiguration homework? I haven't the slightest idea on how to do it," Rosalie asked Hermione while they pulled out their schoolwork.

Hermione nodded. "I've already completed mine."

"You'v completed what?" Harry asked Hermione.

"Our Transfiguration homework. It's quite easy, really. You've just got to think." Hermione turned her attention back to Rosalie .

Harry turned to look at Ron, who shrugged, chewing on a drumstick. "I'm telling you, girls are weird."

"Very funny. What do we have next?" Hermione asked.

"Erm—our flying class. This ought to be interesting." Rosalie examined her schedule.

"Oh, flying. I do hope nobody gets injured." Hermione frowned.

"Well, in flying, someone's bound to get hurt. I wonder how bad it'll be," Ron replied, swallowing some chicken.

"Hopefully not me," Harry replied, writing on his parchment.

"It'll probably be me. I haven't the faintest idea on how to fly around on a broomstick." Rosalie sighed.

"It could be me, too. I haven't ever ridden a broomstick." Hermione shook her head.

"It's not something you can learn from a book. Finally, something you won't have an advantage over us with." Ron grinned.

"There are tips on flying. You would know that—if you ever actually read anything." Hermione snapped.

Rosalie sighed. "So, about this homework..."