Morning came, and Myla was standing in the mirror fixing her tie.

"Morning, Myla," Lavender greeted; the girl was still snugged in her bed. "You know classes aren't starting for a few more hours?"

"An hour and a half," Myla corrected as she adjusted the knot. "I want to make a good impression on the first day of the semester."

"But we had the same teachers as last year," Lavender pointed out as she swung her feet around. "Besides, Professor Lockhart."

"Our teachers are going to be eager to see how much we learned over the summer with the homeworld they gave us," Pavarti said as she was fixing her shoes. "How well we retained the information on our own."

"We are no longer first years," Halle reminded. "Our professors will be expecting more from us on the first day of lessons."

"I do wonder what Lockhart's teaching methods are going to be like," Seika said. "Strict and tough like McGonagall and Snape or a bit more light like Sprout and Flitwick."

Hermione was the one focusing on her appearance the most and kept playing with her bangs. "From his charming demeanor, I'm guessing more light." Myla made her way down to the common room; students were trickling out.

"Mimi," Neville greeted as he got up from the chair. "Have you--"

Myla put a remeberall into his hands. "Just studying the properties of it." Neville stuffed the item into his pocket, and the two began to leave the common room. "How was the rest of your summer, Neville?"

"A bit boring," Neville answered. "Gran found out I hadn't completed my summer homework. She had me on a strict schedule to make sure it was completed two nights before boarding day." Neville's eyebrows knitted. "I bet this means I owe you a couple of ice cream dates." Myla looked at him; he began to panic "Not like a date-date, a simple meet-up!"

"It's okay," Myla laughed lightly. "We can figure a few things out."

"See that they let you back in Gryffindor, Longbottom?" a Slytherin said passing by. "Don't let those ten points get into your head, loser?" 

Myla's wand slipped down her sleeve, and with a wave of her wand and a mumble of words, the Slytherin boy fell flat on his face. "Don't listen to them." The wand shot back into her sleeve. "Those ten points are what won us the house cup; it's a big deal."

"Thanks," Neville said as he looked back. "I'm not sure what you did, but perhaps you should strive to not be in detention as much this year."

"I can not promise you anything," Myla informed. "But I can try my best." Soon they were all sitting at breakfast, and McGonagall was handing out schedules for them.

"Double Herbology as our first class," Halle reported. "This will make certain mornings easier." Myla got up going over to Professor McGonagall with her schedule.

"I'm well aware of the ghoul studies on your schedule, Ms. Weasley," McGonagall stated as she continued to hand out schedules. 

"I don't recall signing up for this class," Myla said.

"I put you in the class myself," McGonagall confirmed. "I'm hoping it'll keep you more from ruining Gryffindor's reputation with your record of detentions. There are approximately 252 days of students being here at Hogwarts, including the breaks, and last year had a record of 260 days of detention. I do hope to lower that number to at least 100."

Soon they were in Herbology class, and Myla stood between Seika and Lavender. 

"Morning, everyone," Professor Sprout greeted walking in. She tapped a pot with her hand. "Good morning, everyone!"

"Good morning, Professor Sprout," everyone greeted. 

"Welcome to Greenhouse Three, second years," Professor Sprout began. "Now, gather around, everyone. Today we're going to re-pot Mandrakes." She grabbed a pot from behind. "Who here can tell me the properties of the Mandrake root?" Hermione raised her hand. "Yes, Ms. Granger?"

"Mandrake or Mandragora, is used to return those who have been Petrified to their original state," Hermione answered. " It's also quite dangerous. The Mandrake's cry is fatal to anyone who hears it."

"Excellent" Professor Sprout smiled. "10 points to Gryffindor. Now, as our Mandrakes are still only seedlings their cries won't kill you yet, but they can knock you out for several hours, which is why I've given each of you a pair of earmuffs for auditory protection. So could you please put them on right away?" Everyone did as they were told. "Quickly! Flaps tight down and watch me closely!" Everyone watched the demonstration. "You grasp the Mandrake firmly...you pull it sharply up out of the pot..." Even with t earmuffs, the screams were deafening. "Got it? And..now you dunk it down into the other pot...and pour a little sprinkling of soil to keep him warm. There was a thump, everyone looked over to see that Neville had fainted. "Longbottom's been neglecting his earmuffs."

"No, ma'am, he's just fainted," Seamuc corrected.

"Yes, well, just leave him there," Professor Sprout instructed.

"With how easily he fainted at the sight of a baby Mandrake, I would not want someone like him in the birthing room," Lavender commented, causing Myla and Pavarti to look at her. 

"Yes, well, just leave him there," Professor Sprout instructed. "Right, on we go. Plenty of pots to go around!" Everyone got ready. "Grasp your Mandrake and pull it up!" Lots of baby Mandrake screams filled the room. Seika started giggling lightly.

"What's so funny?" Myla asked; Seika nodded her head, Myla looked out as Malfoy got his finger freed from his Mandrake, Myla laughed as she started to repot. 

Class ended, and everyone was on their way back to the Great Hall.

"What kind of creatures are capable of petrifying?" Seika asked.

"I suppose there is a couple," Halle answered. "I want to know if there are other uses for Mandrake root than to undo certification."

"Looks like you girls both have your research cut out for you," Myla complimented. "I too will be in the library with you, but not for petrifaction reasons." Neville came into the hall minutes after they sat down chatting. 

"Mimi," Ron said as he leaned across the table; she looked over to see that he had taped his wand. "Do you know anyone that knows who to repair a wand?"

"Wand repairs are for minor damages to the wand," Myla informed. "Yours got snapped."

Ron turned to Harry. "Say it. I'm doomed."

"You're doomed," Harry confirmed.

"Hi, Harry!" Colin greeted; he flashed his camera. "I'm Colin Creevy. I'm in Gryffindor too."

"Hi, Colin, nice to meet you," Harry greeted.

"Ron," Dean greeted as there were owl screeches. "Is that your owl?" They all watched as Erroll crashed into the chip bowl.

"Bloody bird's a menace," Ron said as Myla picked up the bird, she looked at the red letter and then handed it right to Ron. She gave Errol a cracker; he then flew off. "Oh no!"

"Look, everyone!" Seamus shouted, grabbing everyone's attention. "Weasley's got himself a Howler!"

"Go on, Ron," Neville urged. "I ignored one from my gran once. It was horrible." Ron slit the letter open, and Neville covered his ears as Molly Weasley's voice was heard by everyone. 

"RONALD WEASLEY!" the letter turned into a pair of lips. "HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR! I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED! YOUR FATHER'S NOW FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, AND IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT! IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE, WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME!" Then turned to the youngest Weasley. "Oh, and Ginny dear, congratulations on making Gryffindor. Your father and I are so proud!" It turned back to Ron and stuck out its tongue before tearing itself up. 

After the fiscal at the great hall, the students were now on their way to Lockhart's class.

"You'd think they take you out of school," Draco said going up to Myla. "With how many times you've put your toe out of line."

"At least some of us are making names for ourselves then riding on our daddy's coattails," Myla responded; this got Draco mad. "Now, if you want true recognition, I have a job for you to do."

"Why would I do anything for you?" Draco asked. 

"I desire a remeberall," Myla said; ignoring him.

"Then just take that lumps," Draco ordered as he gestured over to Neville; he was chatting with Dean and Seamus.

"Watch your words," Myla warned as she walked around him. "It was a mistake asking you anyways, just wasting my own time." 

Draco got in front of her. "I can get you the item, you have to do something for me." Myla tilted her head. "Meet me at the docks in two nights."

"Not scared to get caught?" Myla asked. "You lost so many points last time."

"I've learned my mistake from last time," Draco smirked. "If you want it, then meet me there in two nights." He stuck out his hand.

"What do you want?" Myla asked. "I don't like blind agreements."

Draco smiled more. "I can't spoil it." Myla stared, then shook his hand; the door opened, and everyone quickly found their seats. Draco annoyingly sat right next to Myla.

"Let me introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher...me," Lockhart began. "Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary member of the Dark Force Defense League and five times winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award. But I don't talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at him." He was smiling big.

"Fame has truly gone to his head," Draco commented. "You won't turn out to be that annoying, will you?"

"Absolutely not," Myla denied. "Looks like Blaise could use someone to sit by."

"Sitting next to you gives me better insight into what I want from you," Draco taunted.

 Lockhart's smile dropped. "Now be warned, it is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to wizardkind. You may find yourselves facing your worst fears in this room." The covered cage was rattling. "Know only that no harm can befall you whilst I am here. I must ask you not to scream. It might provoke them!" He revealed a cage full of small creatures with wings. 

"Cornish Pixies?" Seamus laughed. Draco and Myla glanced at each other; then back at the pixies. 

"Freshly caught Cornish Pixies," Lockhart corrected. Seamus laughed, nudging Nveille to get him to laugh as well. "Laugh if you will, Mr. Finnegan, pixies can be devilishly tricky little blighters. Let's see what you make of them." He opened the cage, setting them all free. "Come on, come on! Round them up, round them up! They're only pixies!" The pixies began to destroy the classroom as students tried to fend themselves; Myla remained seated as a pixie swung on her finger.

"Why aren't you freaking out?" Draco asked as got one out of her hair. "Just look at Longbottom!" Myla looked up to find Neville being lifted up by his ears, he was placed on the ceiling, and many students started to bolt from the classroom. 

"Please, get me down!" Neville cried out as he hung by his robe.

"Peskipiksi Pestrrnomi!" Lockhart chanted as he waved his wand, the spell did nothing. Myla grabbed the pixie that was latched onto Draco.

"Hey!" Draco shouted as he saw that she had taken a coin from him. Myla stood up as many pixies began interested in the coin. She then threw it all the pixies chased after it; going right into the cage.

"Colloportus," Myla said; the cage door swung close; locking the pixies inside. "You aren't running away?" A pixie took Lockhart's wand.

"Not a chance," Draco responded. "You owe me coin...and now that won't be our exchange at the boathouse." The giant dragon skeleton fell to the floor; they both watched as Lockhart ran for cover in his office. Took two minutes to fight for a portrait; then gave up. "I'll ask the rest of you to just nip the rest of them back into their cage. 

"What do we do now?" Ron asked as Draco bolted from the classroom

Hermione whipped out her wand. "Immobulus!" All the pixies started to float aimlessly. 

"Why is it always me?" Neville asked as Myla pointed her wand toward him.

"You three can go," Myla said. "I can clean up the rest." She started to lower Neville to the ground. "Thanks for the big help, Hermione."

"As long as this keeps you out of trouble," Hermione agreed, she left the room with the other two. 

"Thanks, Mimi," Neville said as she grabbed a big bug net. "How..." She looked back at him. "How did you do the spell?"

"Nonverbal spell," Myla answered as she began to collect the pixies. "Over the summer Snape had me learn Legilimency and Occulemency; nonverbal spells were just a pickup."

"You truly are brilliant," Neville complimented as he slid into a seat. "All I've done this semester is make flukes."

"That's alright," Neville said. "Everyone is on their own path."

"But you are brilliant," Neville said as Myla finished putting the pixies away, she walked over to him. "I'm just a nobody."

Myla leaned over. "You are somebody to me." Neville looked up at her. "So, where do you want to study?"

"Is the lake okay?" Neville asked; he searched her face. "I know it may be advanced, but can you teach me the spell that Hermione used."

***

The next morning; Myla was in the quidditch stands with the remaining cheerleaders from last year. Phong and Benedict stood in front of them.

"The rest of the houses decided to have their own cheer team as well," Phong revealed. 

"That's going to make cheer practices harder to schedule," Alma grunted.

"Which is why we will do cheer practice when Quidditch practice goes on," Phong informed. "But first we will hold tryouts at the end of this week."

"But I heard Oliver was starting quidditch practices early," Stu spoke with hand raised.

"Oliver wants to win badly," Benedict informed. "We aren't there to win, just to provide extra support." 

"The first years are still figuring their way around the castle," Phong informed. "I want to give the time to adjust before we start. Gryffindor does have a practice coming up bright and early; we will practice then too. Bright and early on the quidditch field."

***

During their long break; Myla hurried her way down the lake; she saw Neville waiting for her, and a boat was behind him. 

"What's the boat for?" Myla asked.

"I saw these docks in the distance," Neville said. "Thought we could study there."

"All the way out there?" Myla asked as she put her things in the boat; it rocked a little as Neville got in. "I can row." Neville shook his head. Due to Neville's request; Myla read out loud passages from the History of Magic class as he rowed them over to the docks, Myla kept glancing nervously at the water.

"Are you scared of water?" Neville asked as they were getting closer to the docks.

"Not the water," Myla denied. "I just don't know what's in the water."

Neville smiled. "You having a fear makes me feel better." Myla splashed him, and soon they reached the dock; Neville was tying the boat. "What was the spell Hermione used?"

"A freezing charm," Myla answered. "It's in the lesson plans from Flitwick; we'll eventually be taught it."

"But you and Hermione already know it," Neville said as he stood up with his wand out. "I'm ready to learn." Myla took out her wand; going over to him.

"The spell is immobulus," Myla informed; she saw a bird fluttering around. "You want to aim carefully...Immobulus!" The bird started to float just like the pixies; she then undid the spell setting the bird free.

"Do the movement again," Neville requested as he stared at her wrist. He kept trying the spell on any creature that flew by, but it wasn't going well. "I'm hopeless."

"Not at all," Myla denied as she put her wand away; she grabbed his wrist; then did the movement. "Try again; and be sure of the spell you are saying." She extended her hand to have control of both his wrist and hand. She did the hand movement of the spell again. "Try again." 

Neville looked like he did in herbology when a pixie flew by. "Immobulus!" This time it was a success; the pixie floated around aimlessly. 

"You did it!" Myla cheered as Neville was in awe. "That was amazing!"

****

The night came for Myla to meet Draco in the boathouse; she sat in one of the boats waiting as she was worried he was setting her up. Her worries swept away once Draco's steps approached, and only his footsteps.

"I got what you want," Draco said as he sat in the boat. "Now, you are to give me what I want...a kiss."

"A kiss?" Myla asked in disbelief. "All this for a kiss...I'd ask for more."

Draco took out the rememberall. "You are right, I should ask for me...we have three terms at this school...a total of three kisses every semester. The one I'm requesting right now doesn't count for this semester. "Myla raised her eyebrows. "Kissing you can be considered a guilty pleasure...something I'm not supposed to be doing."

"Fine," Myla rolled her eyes.

"You have to be the one to administrate them," Draco said. "If anything is happen in the future, I could use them as leverage."

"Fine," Myla agreed as the remeberall was placed in her hand. Draco closed his eyes, Myla leaned forward giving him a three-second kiss.