Time flies at Hogwarts. Blink, and it's already Friday.
Alice stared at her notes and nearly finished homework, scribbling slowly on the page:
"Charms class is awesome. Mastering a ton of spells will definitely level me up."
"But I think quality beats quantity. Maybe I can ask Professor Flitwick to pick a few solid ones to build a strong foundation."
"Professor Sprout's Herbology is kinda fun, but plants just aren't my thing. I'll skim the surface, pass, and call it a day."
"History of Magic is actually pretty cool for someone like me who's new to all this—too bad Professor Binns… ugh, never mind."
"Sometimes I wanna stuff Binns straight into my Soul Banner!"
"If you're a professor and can't bother updating your teaching game, you might as well chill with the souls in there!"
"Transfiguration, though? That's got potential. I've got a feeling a killer Transfiguration skill can pull off some wild stuff. Professor McGonagall's awesome, too."
"My magic talent really is off the charts!"
"Too bad the Soul Banner's been dead silent ever since it absorbed that old guy's soul. It bragged about being so powerful—did one soul really knock it out cold?"
"I was kinda hoping to figure out who that dead dude even was!"
"Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Quirrell… yikes, hard to rate. Dude's got a black towel wrapped around his head like he's rocking a Soul Banner turban."
"Oh right, haven't had Potions or Flying lessons yet."
"Potions is taught by our Head of House, Snape. I swear he looks at me funny—like, is it just me?"
"And Flying? Oh man, I can't even picture myself zooming around on a broomstick!"
"If I get the chance, I'm totally building a flying sword someday. Stepping on a sword and soaring through the sky? Way cooler and prettier than straddling a broom."
Mid-scribble, Alice caught snippets of conversation—people talking about her. She casually shifted some stuff to stay hidden.
It was Hermione and the gang.
Hermione, all dramatic, went: "Alice is just so pitiful! I can't even imagine living alone surrounded by those pure-blood-obsessed Slytherins. It must be awful!"
Alice's face twisted. That's how the other houses see her?
In reality, she was living large.
Pansy had been begging her for tips on how to stand next to Draco instead of just trailing behind like a groupie.
Her other dorm mates? After Alice flexed her insane magic talent (and a little intimidation), they'd all been super friendly.
Of course, it wasn't that simple—she'd used fists, soul-shocks, the whole deal. Details she wasn't about to broadcast.
The boys? Ha. Under Draco's lead, they practically ran the other way when she walked by.
Honestly, the only real threat came from some sketchy upperclassmen eyeing her like prey.
But Hermione's crew kept going.
Harry "The Boy Who Lived" Potter looked genuinely sorry for her. Draco already grossed him out, and Alice had to deal with Slytherins 24/7.
He nodded. "Yeah, Alice has it rough."
Ron, totally lost, waved his beat-up wand. "Wait, who's this Alice you keep talking about? Is she famous or something?"
"The poor Muggle-born girl the blind, cruel Sorting Hat dumped into Slytherin!" Hermione explained.
Ron instantly bought it. "Oh. Muggle-born in Slytherin? Yeah, that does suck."
Only Neville looked confused. He thought hard, then cut in: "Uh, I know my memory's trash, but I definitely remember Alice Norton."
"Are you guys sure she's the one getting picked on?"
"No way."
Neville would never forget the image of Alice decking Draco in the face and staring down Crabbe and Goyle with a single look.
A girl like that getting bullied by Slytherins? Please.
Alice nodded in full agreement. Bullied? Me?
But Harry and the others weren't buying it. They didn't think a little kid—no matter how cute—could stand up to the Slytherin machine.
Especially someone as stunning as Alice. That just painted a bigger target on her back.
Harry finally ended the debate (or argument). "Let's not fight about it. Aren't we about to have class with Malfoy and his goons?"
"If… I mean, if Alice really is getting trashed, we'll all go straight to Dumbledore."
The idea got instant support from Hermione and the others. Alice, still lurking in the shadows, didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
This is what the Savior and his crew's sense of justice looks like?
Guess you can't argue with Gryffindor.
The Potions classroom was super close to the Slytherin common room, which made the brave little lions deeply uncomfortable.
It was dark, creepy, and lined with jars of dead animals. Total Slytherin vibe, at least in Gryffindor eyes.
But Harry and co. didn't have time to roast the décor—they were scanning for Alice the second they walked in.
Hermione locked eyes with her. Alice flashed a bright smile. Hermione's face went pink.
Ron had never seen Hermione like that. He dramatically pointed her out to Harry.
His over-the-top face cracked Alice up. Hermione turned even redder.
Alice's laugh caught Snape's attention right as he was about to take roll. Harry braced for her to get in trouble—but nope. Snape just slid his glare over to Harry and Ron.
The rage in his eyes could've drowned them.
Then, without moving his lips, a flat, deadpan voice filled the room:
"Gryffindor, disrupting class. Minus one point. What's the matter, gentlemen—need a personal invitation to sit?"
Harry's face fell. Ron yanked him into a seat.
Draco and his two sidekicks snickered down below. Snape didn't say a word about it. That made Harry way more uneasy.
Alice caught it immediately. The way Snape looked at her versus Harry? Total opposites.
Why?
If she had to guess what she and Harry had in common… green eyes? Was that enough to trigger Snape's weird vibe?
Suddenly, Alice was curious. She could shut down same-year Slytherins with her tricks—but how did Snape handle it back in the day?
And as a half-blood, did he only get grief from Slytherin?
She doubted her Head of House's charming personality won him friends in other houses.
Sure enough, Snape's flat, snarky tone rang out again:
"Oh, yes. Harry Potter."
"Our new—celebrity."
Draco's muffled laugh echoed through the room.
Alice suddenly realized this classroom was hiding a ton of little details she'd missed before.Chapter 8: Classes at Hogwarts
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Time flies at Hogwarts. Blink, and it's already Friday.
Alice stared at her notes and nearly finished homework, scribbling slowly on the page:
"Charms class is awesome. Mastering a ton of spells will definitely level me up."
"But I think quality beats quantity. Maybe I can ask Professor Flitwick to pick a few solid ones to build a strong foundation."
"Professor Sprout's Herbology is kinda fun, but plants just aren't my thing. I'll skim the surface, pass, and call it a day."
"History of Magic is actually pretty cool for someone like me who's new to all this—too bad Professor Binns… ugh, never mind."
"Sometimes I wanna stuff Binns straight into my Soul Banner!"
"If you're a professor and can't bother updating your teaching game, you might as well chill with the souls in there!"
"Transfiguration, though? That's got potential. I've got a feeling a killer Transfiguration skill can pull off some wild stuff. Professor McGonagall's awesome, too."
"My magic talent really is off the charts!"
"Too bad the Soul Banner's been dead silent ever since it absorbed that old guy's soul. It bragged about being so powerful—did one soul really knock it out cold?"
"I was kinda hoping to figure out who that dead dude even was!"
"Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Quirrell… yikes, hard to rate. Dude's got a black towel wrapped around his head like he's rocking a Soul Banner turban."
"Oh right, haven't had Potions or Flying lessons yet."
"Potions is taught by our Head of House, Snape. I swear he looks at me funny—like, is it just me?"
"And Flying? Oh man, I can't even picture myself zooming around on a broomstick!"
"If I get the chance, I'm totally building a flying sword someday. Stepping on a sword and soaring through the sky? Way cooler and prettier than straddling a broom."
Mid-scribble, Alice caught snippets of conversation—people talking about her. She casually shifted some stuff to stay hidden.
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It was Hermione and the gang.
Hermione, all dramatic, went: "Alice is just so pitiful! I can't even imagine living alone surrounded by those pure-blood-obsessed Slytherins. It must be awful!"
Alice's face twisted. That's how the other houses see her?
In reality, she was living large.
Pansy had been begging her for tips on how to stand next to Draco instead of just trailing behind like a groupie.
Her other dorm mates? After Alice flexed her insane magic talent (and a little intimidation), they'd all been super friendly.
Of course, it wasn't that simple—she'd used fists, soul-shocks, the whole deal. Details she wasn't about to broadcast.
The boys? Ha. Under Draco's lead, they practically ran the other way when she walked by.
Honestly, the only real threat came from some sketchy upperclassmen eyeing her like prey.
But Hermione's crew kept going.
Harry "The Boy Who Lived" Potter looked genuinely sorry for her. Draco already grossed him out, and Alice had to deal with Slytherins 24/7.
He nodded. "Yeah, Alice has it rough."
Ron, totally lost, waved his beat-up wand. "Wait, who's this Alice you keep talking about? Is she famous or something?"
"The poor Muggle-born girl the blind, cruel Sorting Hat dumped into Slytherin!" Hermione explained.
Ron instantly bought it. "Oh. Muggle-born in Slytherin? Yeah, that does suck."
Only Neville looked confused. He thought hard, then cut in: "Uh, I know my memory's trash, but I definitely remember Alice Norton."
"Are you guys sure she's the one getting picked on?"
"No way."
Neville would never forget the image of Alice decking Draco in the face and staring down Crabbe and Goyle with a single look.
A girl like that getting bullied by Slytherins? Please.
Alice nodded in full agreement. Bullied? Me?
But Harry and the others weren't buying it. They didn't think a little kid—no matter how cute—could stand up to the Slytherin machine.
Especially someone as stunning as Alice. That just painted a bigger target on her back.
Harry finally ended the debate (or argument). "Let's not fight about it. Aren't we about to have class with Malfoy and his goons?"
"If… I mean, if Alice really is getting trashed, we'll all go straight to Dumbledore."
The idea got instant support from Hermione and the others. Alice, still lurking in the shadows, didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
This is what the Savior and his crew's sense of justice looks like?
Guess you can't argue with Gryffindor.
The Potions classroom was super close to the Slytherin common room, which made the brave little lions deeply uncomfortable.
It was dark, creepy, and lined with jars of dead animals. Total Slytherin vibe, at least in Gryffindor eyes.
But Harry and co. didn't have time to roast the décor—they were scanning for Alice the second they walked in.
Hermione locked eyes with her. Alice flashed a bright smile. Hermione's face went pink.
Ron had never seen Hermione like that. He dramatically pointed her out to Harry.
His over-the-top face cracked Alice up. Hermione turned even redder.
Alice's laugh caught Snape's attention right as he was about to take roll. Harry braced for her to get in trouble—but nope. Snape just slid his glare over to Harry and Ron.
The rage in his eyes could've drowned them.
Then, without moving his lips, a flat, deadpan voice filled the room:
"Gryffindor, disrupting class. Minus one point. What's the matter, gentlemen—need a personal invitation to sit?"
Harry's face fell. Ron yanked him into a seat.
Draco and his two sidekicks snickered down below. Snape didn't say a word about it. That made Harry way more uneasy.
Alice caught it immediately. The way Snape looked at her versus Harry? Total opposites.
Why?
If she had to guess what she and Harry had in common… green eyes? Was that enough to trigger Snape's weird vibe?
Suddenly, Alice was curious. She could shut down same-year Slytherins with her tricks—but how did Snape handle it back in the day?
And as a half-blood, did he only get grief from Slytherin?
She doubted her Head of House's charming personality won him friends in other houses.
Sure enough, Snape's flat, snarky tone rang out again:
"Oh, yes. Harry Potter."
"Our new—celebrity."
Draco's muffled laugh echoed through the room.
Alice suddenly realized this classroom was hiding a ton of little details she'd missed before.