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lilium_evansiae) wrote2011-05-22 03:00 pm
lilium_evansiae) wrote2011-05-22 03:00 pm
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September 1976 -- First Potions Class
It shouldn't, perhaps, be a surprise that Hogwarts feels largely the same way it always has. It's Hogwarts, after all.
There are differences, of course. It's sixth year, they're doing NEWT-level classes, and the rooms full of every student in a house or two are gone. And even after only two days of classes, Lily can already tell that the change from OWL material to NEWT is significant, and that, as they have all qualified to be in the room, the teachers expect them to be able to keep up.
But it's still unmistakably Hogwarts. And she expected, after last year, that things would feel ... well, she hardly even knows. But different, in some way. Or in all ways.
Then again, she hasn't been to Potions yet. If there's a place things are going to feel utterly changed, it's likely to be Professor Slughorn's classroom. It's one of the smaller classes now, which means less of crowd to hide in. And it's the place where Severus once assured her they'd always be friends, and the place where she finally admitted that no, they wouldn't.
Professor Slughorn, at least, does not appear to have changed. He's standing at the door, greeting students as they come in, and his face breaks into a wide smile when he sees Lily. "Ah, Miss Evans. Had a good summer?"
"Lovely, thank you, Professor Slughorn. Did you?"
"I did. There was a rather amusing incident with a crup and a cabbage and, well, I shall tell you all about it next week at my first little supper party for the year. I'm sure you'll be there."
"I wouldn't miss it, sir."
"Splendid. Well, just find a spot over there, around the cauldrons. Thought I'd show you a bit of a preview of what you can look forward to this year and next, before we get down to work."
She'd guess about half the students have already arrived. The Slytherins have stayed in a group at the near end of the display of cauldrons, Severus in the middle of them. Lily walks past without so much as letting her eyes dart sideways. There doesn't seem to be anyone else present from Gryffindor, and the group of Ravenclaws includes Jeremy Flourish, with whom she exchanges small, slightly awkward smiles but has no desire to join. Almost by default, then, that leaves her with a spot near Juliet Jakes and Geoffrey Lewis of Hufflepuff.
She keeps her eyes on the cauldrons in front of her, ignoring whatever has caused a murmur to go through the Slytherins.
There are differences, of course. It's sixth year, they're doing NEWT-level classes, and the rooms full of every student in a house or two are gone. And even after only two days of classes, Lily can already tell that the change from OWL material to NEWT is significant, and that, as they have all qualified to be in the room, the teachers expect them to be able to keep up.
But it's still unmistakably Hogwarts. And she expected, after last year, that things would feel ... well, she hardly even knows. But different, in some way. Or in all ways.
Then again, she hasn't been to Potions yet. If there's a place things are going to feel utterly changed, it's likely to be Professor Slughorn's classroom. It's one of the smaller classes now, which means less of crowd to hide in. And it's the place where Severus once assured her they'd always be friends, and the place where she finally admitted that no, they wouldn't.
Professor Slughorn, at least, does not appear to have changed. He's standing at the door, greeting students as they come in, and his face breaks into a wide smile when he sees Lily. "Ah, Miss Evans. Had a good summer?"
"Lovely, thank you, Professor Slughorn. Did you?"
"I did. There was a rather amusing incident with a crup and a cabbage and, well, I shall tell you all about it next week at my first little supper party for the year. I'm sure you'll be there."
"I wouldn't miss it, sir."
"Splendid. Well, just find a spot over there, around the cauldrons. Thought I'd show you a bit of a preview of what you can look forward to this year and next, before we get down to work."
She'd guess about half the students have already arrived. The Slytherins have stayed in a group at the near end of the display of cauldrons, Severus in the middle of them. Lily walks past without so much as letting her eyes dart sideways. There doesn't seem to be anyone else present from Gryffindor, and the group of Ravenclaws includes Jeremy Flourish, with whom she exchanges small, slightly awkward smiles but has no desire to join. Almost by default, then, that leaves her with a spot near Juliet Jakes and Geoffrey Lewis of Hufflepuff.
She keeps her eyes on the cauldrons in front of her, ignoring whatever has caused a murmur to go through the Slytherins.