COVENTINA WAS PISSED, it was merely the first day and her name
is being whispered everywhere. She should cut out every single one of those annoying pest's tongue.

"There, look."

"Where?"

"Next to the tall kid with the black hair."

"Did you see her face?"

"Did you see her scar?"

"I pity her, really." Andromeda mumbled softly.

"Sirius." James called out.

"Yes, prongs?" Sirius look at James
with confusion. "Write every names
of those brats." Sirius nod and took out a black textbook.

Remina sigh.

Whispers followed Coventina from the moment she left her room next day People queuing outside classrooms stood on tiptoe to get a look at her or doubled back to pass her in the corridors again, staring.

Coventina wished they wouldn't, because she was trying to concentrate on finding her way to classes. With Aelora who was also annoyed and Anastacius who kept his emotionless expression.

There were a hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts: wide, sweeping ones; narrow, rickety ones; some that led somewhere different on a Friday; some with a vanishing step halfway up that you had to remember to jump.

Though Coventina and Anastacius memorized it perfectly well.

"What?! This is completely impossible." A Gryffindor frowns.

"Yes like, it's my fourth years and I did can't remember it well." Another Gryffindor complained.

Then there were doors that wouldn't open unless you asked politely, or tickled them in exactly the right place, and doors that weren't really doors at all, but solid walls just pretending.

It was also very hard to remember where anything was, because it all seemed to move around a lot.

The people in the portraits kept going to visit each other and Aelora was sure the coats of armor could walk.

The ghosts didn't help, either. It was always a nasty shock when one of them glided suddenly through a door you were trying to open.

Nearly Headless Nick was always happy to point new Gryffindors in the right direction, but peeves the poltergeist was worth two locked doors and a trick staircase if you met him when you were late for class.

He would drop waste-paper baskets on your head, pull rugs from under your feet, pelt you with bits of chalk or sneak up behind you, invisible, grab your nose and screech, 'GOT YOUR CONK!'

"Sometimes, I hate those ghosts."

"Me too."

"Me three."

"Me four."

"Me f-" Sirius interrupts them. "Alright! We get it!"

Even worse than Peeves, if that was possible, was the caretaker, Argus Filch. Granger and Weasley managed to get on the wrong side of him on their very first morning.

Filch found them trying to force their way through a door which unluckily turned out to be the entrance to the out-of-bounds corridor on the third floor.

He couldn't believe they were lost, was sure they were trying to break into it on purpose and was threatening to lock them in the dungeons when they were rescued by Professor Quirrell, who was passing.

Filch owned a cat called Mrs Norris, a scrawny, dust-colored creature with bulging, lamp-like eyes just like Filch's. She patrolled the corridors alone.

"It's still alive?!" Sirius shouted horrified.

"Kill me."

Break a rule in front of her, put just one toe out of line, and she'd whisk off for Filch, who'd appear, wheezing, two seconds later.

Filch knew the secret passageways of the school better than anyone (except perhaps the Weasley twins) and could pop up as suddenly as any of the ghosts.

The students all hated him, and it was the dearest ambition of many to give Mrs Norris a good kick.

And then, once you had managed to find them, there were the lessons themselves. There was a lot more to magic, as Coventina quickly found out, than waving your wand and saying a few strange words.

They had to study the night skies through their telescopes every Wednesday at midnight and learn the names of different stars and the movements of the planets.

Something that Coventina enjoyed a lot.

"Us too!"

Three times a week they went out to the greenhouses behind the castle to study Herbology, with a dumpy little witch called Professor Sprout, where they learnt how to take care of all the strange plants and fungi and
found out what they were used for.

"Plants." Alice smiles, she loves nature.

Ron Weasley was running in the corridors because they're late for Transfiguration class. In the class, a tabby cat is sitting on a desk.

Hermione rolls her eyes in annoyance because they're late for class.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall." The three elements murmured while passing near the cat.

"Smart, very good." Minerva smile.

Ron smile, "Whew! Made it! Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?" Anastacius rolled her eyes.

Everyone grins "McGonagall does that every year with new students" someone commented. Minnie grins at herself.

The first year's students were sitting in their seats writing with their quills.

Antares turned to look at the door, as did Coventina, she rolled her eyes and returned to read her book.

Anastacius sigh, he turned his head and was met by pale blue eyes.

The cat jumps off the desk and transforms into Professor McGonagall, on-screen for the first time. The two students are amazed.

Ron's eyes widened and spoke. That
was bloody brilliant!"

"Wrong move, bitch."

McGonagall sigh and look at Ron sternly. "Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps, it'd be more useful if I were to transfigure yourself into a pocket watch. That way, you might be on time."

"I got lost!" Ron defended herself.

McGonagall shook her head. "Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats."

"Go Minnie!" The Marauders grins at each other completely ignoring the stern look, McGonagall is giving them.

Coventina found herself liking the professor, she was direct, blunt and stern. A real role model for those who are not brat or stupid.

A small smile appear on McGonagall's lips and she watch new favorite student.

"45 points to Gryffindor for knowing my Animagus, Miss Potter, Miss Nikova and Mr Peverell." Anastacius nodded while Coventina focus on her book.

Completely not annoyed because of Black who have been staring at her.

Of course not.

"The sarcasm is everything." Marlene smirk.

"Moony! Your son is making my daughter annoyed!" James complains.

"Did not you do the same to Lily?" Remina smirk at James's frowning face.

"It's not the same..." He murmured grumpily.

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

Then she changed her desk into a pig and back again. They were all very impressed and couldn't wait to get started, but soon realized they weren't going to be changing the furniture into animals for a long time.

After making a lot of complicated notes, they were each given a match and started trying to turn it into a needle. By the end of the lesson, only Coventina, Delphina, Anastacius and Antares had made any difference to her match.

Professor McGonagall showed the class how it had gone all silver and pointy and gave the four a rare smile.

"My princess is a prodigy." James sniffs.

"Is he crying?" Lily chuckle.

The class everyone had really been looking forward to was Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Quirrell's lessons turned out to be a bit of a joke.

His classroom smelled strongly of garlic, which everyone said was to ward off a vampire he'd met in Romania and was afraid would be coming back to get him one of these days.

"This have to be joke, right?" Anastacius groaned annoyed.

"He is the joke." Coventina answered bluntly. She already hate Quirrell.

It was not new, Coventina hate everyone who is not her Aelora
and Anastacius.

"It's seem that your grandson is going to have a rough time." Fleamont smirk.

"Don't be too sure of yourself, Potter." Orion answer. "100 gallons that they
end up together in their four years." He continued.

"150 gallons that They will not end
up together in their fourth years." Fleamont grin.

"Deal."

Euphemia sigh.

His turban, he told them, had been given to him by an African prince
as a thank-you for getting rid of a troublesome zombie, but they weren't sure they believed this story.

After they finished, Coventina sigh and glare at Antares. "You keep staring and I will take out your eyes." She threatened. "All yours." He replied with a dreamy smile.

"Man, he is down bad."

"They are only eleven and they have that type of relationship I want!"

"Switch life with me."

"Potter is being Y/n."

"Noooooo!"

"Quiet, James.

"Sorry about him." Delphina smile and pinch Antares who glare at her.

"What do we have next?" Aelora asked. "Oh! You are with us, Potion class with Severus Snape."

"Poor students." Sirius laughs.

James glare at Severus, he did not like Snape being near his daughter at all.

"Stop glaring at him!" Lily scold him.

"Whatever." For the time in Hogwarts's history. James Fleamont Potter replied coldly to Lily Evans.

"The world is ending."

"Quiet, Padfoot."

For a good reason, Coventina did not like the man. "What an horrible name." She thought. "Snape ...Sniper?" She thought confusedly.

Remina snickers which make Severus glare at her yet a certain dog boyfriend glare back at Severus. "Eyes off!" Sirius growled.

Then again, Coventina hate everyone.

"She is so me."

"Ice Queen."