A/N: Sorry about the Triwizard tournament thing! It was in an earlier draft and I didn’t realize it until a few days after I posted. It has been fixed. So there is no Tournament this year!

The first class we had was charms. It was taught by Professor Pucey who was head of Slytherin and really had it in for Gryffindors, especially Albus and the Weasleys. It was one of the two we had with the Slytherins. In all our classes the Gryffindors established a sort of pattern. Rose and Audrey excelled at everything and worked hard; Damian, Albus and Devon actually tried to work despite the distracting influence lounging on the desks behind them. That distracting influence was Lena, the twins and me. However, in Potions, the only interesting class we had I excelled, Professor Boot remarked so many times on my aptitude that his own Ravenclaws were apt to give him aggravated glares. The only other class I had real talent in was flying. Unfortunately Albus, Emma, Lena the twins and I had an unfortunate hearing problem which made it very difficult for us to hear Madame Bell’s whistle and commands to come back to the ground. More of a shame was that she was entirely unsympathetic towards the hearing impaired and often gave us detention for our completely uncontrollable disability. I did manage to get my broom to the broom shed without her noticing and my friends and I often held a mock Quidditch match in the evenings playing three on three. Lena commentated and Emma, Fred, Fabian, Albus, Emma’s older brother Remus, and I playing. Remus Wood had brown hair naturally highlighted with bronze and copper and eyes the same tawny brown as his sister’s. He wasn’t that tall and had a stocky build. I thought him the hottest boy in the world and I relished every moment in his presence. He was two years older than me and he was the older brother of one of my best friends; two reasons why he was completely off limits. His being taboo did not, however, stop my blossoming crush. Thankfully my friends didn’t notice and we went around our daily business peacefully.

That is, peacefully until, one morning in the arrival of the mail, my owl Vidor came to me bearing a very red letter.

“Damn” I said as the Howler exploded and my mother’s voice erupted from within, thundering around the great hall.

“DETENTION! I GET INFORMED THAT MY ONLY DAUGHTER HAS BEEN IN ALMOST CONSTANT DETENTION SINCE SHE BEGAN HER SCHOOL YEAR. NOT TO MENTION YOUR MARKS, YOUNG LADY…” that’s about all I listened to. The howler went on and on as I ate my breakfast and had to follow me to my first class to finish; my mother had a lot to say. It just so happened that my first class was charms, needless to say Pucey was not amused, he actually said those exact words as I rushed in, letter flying around behind me, shouting abuse. He walked over to me, vanished the howler with a flick of his wand (he was good, if insufferable) and looked down his nose at me as though it was all my doing.

“Miss Shacklebolt, I am not amused” and went on teaching the class. I was just surprised he’d said ‘I’ personally I was expecting the royal we! At the end of the lesson I had almost made it out of the class, shocked that I’d avoided detention when his hand gripped my arm.

“Miss Shacklebolt, having a father who is Minister for Magic does not excuse your actions, detentions for a week start tonight.”

“Righto sir” I replied with fake joviality “I can’t wait!” Unfortunately that didn’t amuse him either; so he extended my detention to two weeks and glared at me when I ran off to rejoin my friends.

The year passed in a blaze with detention and procrastination and before I knew it summer had come. I whiled it away with Fred and Fabian, following the infamous example of their father, George.

A/N: Review! If you liked it or detested it please tell me! Homemade Nanaimo bars to anyone who does! And I am really over-using exclamation marks.