The first morning came; Myla saw that Gryffindor patches had been already sewn onto her clothes. Her tie was changed to match the house as well. Myla took in everything as she got down to the common room.

"Did you--uh--" a voice began, Myla looked to see Neville waiting at the bottom of the staircase. "Did you take my toad again?"

"Cross my heart that I didn't take your toad," Myla answered. "I'm sure Trevor will turn up."

"But this is already the first day of classes and I've lost count of how many times I've lost him," Neville groaned. Myla walked past, and he followed. "Where are you going?"

"The Great Hall," Myla answered. "You are going to miss your first day for your toad?" Neville scrunched his nose, then followed Myla out. 

"What do you think classes are going to be like?" Neville asked as they passed some other students.

"According to my brother Bill, Professor McGonagall, the transfiguration teacher, can be quite strict," Myla answered. "Snape, the potions teacher, is terrifying, and Professor Sprout, the herbology teacher, is quite friendly." They stopped walking when the staircase in front of them moved, they both looked at each other.

"That's bizarre," a voice stated. "What if someone falls off?" They looked behind them to see Seika.

"How long have you been there?" Myla answered.

"I thought about calling out," Seika admitted. "I just got nervous." They heard a click, the staircase was back in place, and they made their way down to the Great Hall. 

"Morning," Harry greeted as they joined the table, he was trying to keep a low profile. People kept looking and whispering.

"Morning, Harry," Myla greeted. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah," Harry nodded. 

"Well, Lala Myla," Fred said scooting over with George.

"What's the score?" George asked as they folded their arms.

"Score?" Halle asked. "What do you two mean by score?"

"That," Ron groaned as Myla put a bunch of items on the table. Consisting of quills, a book, trading cards. "Bloody Hell."

"Good morning," Professor McGonagall greeted as she walked up to their table. "These are your timetables when your classes will happen, please be sure to arrive on time. Tardiness is not acceptable."

"Yes, professor," Halle nodded.

"What do we have here?" McGonagall asked as she looked at the pile. "If all you are bringing to class is quills, a book, and trading cards you are not going to do so well."

"I just wanted to show Harry some trading cards," Myla informed. "He grew an interest in them on the train."

"Very well," McGonagall huffed as she made her way down the table, Hermione was eyeing Myla in annoyance as George and Fred were smiling. And so the first week of school started, all the first years were having trouble getting around. Peeves and Filch were not making things, along with Filch's cat Mrs. Norris. Every Wednesday at midnight they had Astronomy, three times a week they went out to the greenhouses for Herbology. They were taught by an actual ghost of History of Magic. Professor Bins died in sleep one-day while in the staff room. 

Charms were taught by Professor Flitwick, he stood on piles of books to look over his desk and at the students. Professor McGonagall was strict and clever and gave them all a talk. 

"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 warned. She then changed her desk into a pig and back. They were each given a match to turn into a needle. By the end of class, Hermione and Myla both were the only ones to make a difference. 

This seemed to have irritated Hermione, a troublemaker like Myla was quite cable of making high marks. 

During another class session of Transfiguration, Professor McGonagall was having them do bookwork. They were taking notes on how to transfer a chair into a cat Myla was sitting next to Jane, they were working quietly. McGonagall had transferred into a cat and sat on her desk watching every move. The doors burst open, then Harry and Ron ran inside. 

"Whew, we made it," Ron smiled as they hurried to their seats. "Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face, if we were late?" McGonagall lept off the table, back into herself, and walked over to the boys. "That was bloody brilliant."

"Oh, thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley," McGonagall said. "Perhaps it would be useful if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket watch? That way, one of you might be one time. "

"We got lost," Harry said, Ron nodded. 

"Then perhaps a map?" McGonagall suggested. "I trust you don't need one to find your seats?" The boys took their seats as McGonagall went back to the front of the classroom. 

Professor Quirrell was their Defense Against Dark Arts teacher, the classroom smelled like garlic to ward off vampires. It was now Thursday at dinner, Myla was chatting with Halle and Seika. She had grown close with those two in particular.

"If Ron was turned into a pocket watch, would you steal it?" Halle asked.

"Probably," Myla shrugged.

"That's a way to get to class on time," Seamus said as his head whipped towards them. "Have your own sister steal ya."

"But who's pocket is she putting her fingers in?" Seika asked. 

"Potters of course," Dean answered. "I heard she stole rainbow ink from him on his first trip to Diagon Alley."

"That is true," Myla smiled as she revealed the ink.

"Myla," Harry groaned as he reached across the table, taking it. "I've been looking for that all day." Stealing things from Harry has been fun, no matter how hard he tried, Myla was always able to grab something.

"What is the pocket watch spell?" Seika asked.

"I'm sure you can find it in the library," Neville said. "Or ask Professor McGonagall herself."

"Thanks," Seika smiled lightly. 

The next morning came around, Myla was sipping on tea as Halle chatted about the astronomy homework.

"By the way, what do we have today?" Halle asked. 

"Double potions with Slytherins," Myla answered.

"Who's the head of their house?" Seika asked as mail started to arrive.

"Snape, from what I heard my brothers, he's really nasty and favors Slytherins," Myla answered. "Though I personally am excited. I've been looking forward to potions since my oldest brother Bill started going here. ."

"Even if Snape is as awful as your brothers say?" Seika asked. "I read a teacher can really affect the way you see a subject."

"Seika has a point," Halle said. "We all thought Defense Against Dark Arts was going to be a real treat."

"We shall test this theory out today," Myla confirmed.

"Myla," Harry nudged her. "Can I borrow your quill?"

"Here," Myla said handing it to him.

"Thanks," Harry said as scribbled on parchment, Myla looked over to see, normally Harry never gets mail. "Tea with Hagrid?"

"Yeah, at three," Harry confirmed as he gave it to Hedwig. "First we have potions and then Hagrid's."

"I make really good tea," Myla informed. "I can whip some up later tonight."

"Oh, that's alright," Harry denied. 

"He thinks you are going to poison him," Ron informed.

"I won't poison the beloved Harry Potter," Myla assured as she pinched Harry's cheek.

"Ow," Harry whispered as he touched his cheek. 

"Stop bothering the boy," Halle ordered. "We have potions."

Soon enough, they were sitting in their first potions class. The door opened, and everyone got silent as Snape made his way to the front. 

" There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class," Snape began, he stopped at the desk, then faced the students. "As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few..." He looked at a few students, mainly Slytherins. "Who possess the predisposition. I can teach you how to bewitch and ensnare the senses...I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, 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 comfortable enough to not pay attention." Hermione nudged Harry to get him to stop taking notes. Snape moved over to that side of the classroom. "Mr. Potter. Our new celebrity." Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Marco all smirked. "Tell me what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Hermione's hand shot straight up. 

Myla jotted down that it made a sleeping potion as Harry answered. "I don't know, sir."

"Well, let's try again," Snape said. "Where, Mr. Potter would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" Hermione's hand shot up again. 

Myla jotted down that it was taken from the stomach of a goat, saving you from most poisons. 

"I don't know, sir," Harry repeated. 

"And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfbane?" Snape asked. At this point, Hermione was standing up trying to get Snape's attention. 

Myla jotted down that they were the same plant.

"I don't know," Harry said. "I think Hemione does though, why don't you try her?" Seamus winked at Harry, Snape on the other hand was not too happy.

"Sit down," Snape snapped at Hermione. "For your information, Potter, asphodel, and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant which also goes by the name of aconite...Pity, clearly fame isn't everything." Harry was rather irritated. "And a point will be taken from Gryffindor for your cheek, Mr. Potter."

Snape paired everyone and started to have them make a simple potion to cure boils. He watched them weigh dried nettles and crushed snake fangs. He criticized everyone but Draco, saying he was doing everything perfectly. This irritated Myla cause she was doing everything the exact same way as Draco. She's made this potion at home before with the help of mum and Bill of course. Suddenly, there was screaming, and a bunch of girls was jumping up to their chairs. Neville had managed to melt Seamus's cauldron into a twisted blob. Soon the rest of the class was standing on the stools. Neville was covered in the potion, moaning in pain as angry red boils sprang over his arms and legs.

"Idiot boy!" snarled Snape. "I supposed you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?" Neville whimpered as boils popped on his face. He turned to Harry. "You--Potter---why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? That's another point you've lost for Gryffindor."

"Don't push it," Ron muttered to Harry. "I heard Snape can turn very nasty."

"Mr. Finnigan! Ms. Weasley! Take him to the hospital wing!" Snape ordered. The two carefully got down and helped Neville to the hospital wing.

"That foul gargoyle," Seamus frowned. "He has it out for us, Harry in particular."

"It's just two house points," Myla pointed out. "Snape's always taking them off Fred and George, and it's only the first week of school."

"Harry got blamed for my mistake," Neville frowned.

"You owe me a new cauldron mate," Seamus said to Neville, this caused him to groan.

"I can always snag one for ya," Myla offered.

"No thanks," Seamus denied. "It'll somehow lead to me and end up losing more than two house points."

"You worry too much," Myla shook her head. She then stopped walking and pulled out a vial from her bag. "Here." 

"She's going to poison you," Seamus warned Neville.

"Gryffindors are supposed to be courageous," Myla reminded them. "Take it, Neville."

"Tell my gran, I've found Trevor," Neville groaned as he took the vial. He plopped it open and drank it. Soon the boils started to disappear from him. "Snape should have really been complimenting you instead of Malfoy."

"Thanks," Myla smiled. 

"So, do you really make a mean tea?" Seamus asked as they started to make their down the corridor again. "Or are you just all talk?"

"Not scared of getting poisoned?" Myla teased. 

"I'm not scared of you," Seamus said.

"You were two seconds ago," Neville pointed out.

"Mate!" Seamus exclaimed.

"You might need this to defend yourself," Myla said as she held out a wand.

"You bloody witch!" Seamus snapped as he took his wand back. Myla started laughing, soon the other two were laughing as well. "Well, what do we do now? Classes are still going on."

"Common room before Filch catches us," Myla answered. "I'm sure I can rummage Ron's trunk for chess pieces."

"You are on, Weasley," Seamus said. 

"I have a feeling you would lose against, Trevor," Myla said.

"Don't bring my toad into this," Neville said as they made their way to the common room. Seamus and Neville ended up playing against each other as Myla read the Daily Prophet.

"Crazy that someone was able to break into Gringotts," Seamus stated.

"Impressive," Myla corrected. "The impossible came possible."

"Merlin's beard, did we choose the wrong person to be friends with," Neville groaned. "We are going to end up as accomplices aren't we?"

"Only if you play your cards right," Myla smiled at him.