November 14th, 2015. (EARLY MORNING, ABOUT 5:00 AM)

I got changed into my Hogwarts robes as quickly as I could, stuffing a Pop-Tart into my mouth. Once I had my robes on, I chugged a Gatorade while walking through the halls, all my textbooks in my other hand. I couldn't be late to potions, I just couldn't. I quickly sat down, stuffing my empty bottle into my bag. A professor came in. "Hello, students. I am Professor Batyaeva, welcome to Potions 101." she said. The next hour was all safety precautions and cauldrons. I walked out of Potions 101, blending in with the hoard of students. As it turned out, someone very special was in that hoard. It was Desiree. She looked sickly, her skin a pale white. I swear, she almost passed out on my shoulder. With one arm holding her up, I glanced down at my schedule. "Next class is Charms with Prof. Levintree." I said to Desiree. When we walked into Charms, Professor Levintree came up to us. "Oh my, is she okay?" He asked, pointing to Desiree. "I d-don't know." I stuttered. He grabbed her and said he'd take her to the nurse.

(EARLY AFTERNOON, AFTER CLASSES)

I sat in the Gryffindor common room, sick to my stomach worrying about Desiree. I had to write an essay in Herbology, so I figured I would work on that while I waited for her.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Hi! Um... Happy reading!