After grabbing our books from the common room, we all headed to class. Marcus stopped by the door to Potions class, bid us farewell, and went in. We dropped Kelsey and Seth off at Herbology, and Jillian, Addi, and I went on to Defense Against The Dark Arts. This is my favorite class, I think as I lower my rear into my seat.
You see, according to the Sorting Hat, I am chivalrous, caring, intelligent, and ambitious. Those are the main traits of each house. I was about to be sorted into Gryffindor for my sense of justice, when Professor Flinchay, having had a tad too much ale, collapsed onto his plate. My first thought was to run over and help the man, and, taking no time to think twice, the Sorting Hat screamed out the name of my current house.

Now, Professor Flinchay, a tall, gangly man, stood in front of us. I pulled out my DADA book. As always, the frightening face of the living corpse on the front of the book gave me a heart attack and a half.

"Good morning, class," Professor Flinchay's voice echoed off the walls. Several different responses blend together to form a numb buzz of voices. "Let's jump right in," Flinchay continues.