Sabine woke up laughing manaicley then tried to remember why, oh yeah, potions call with the Gryfindors! She didn't have anything against Gryfindors she rather liked them, but potions class  sounded AWESOME!That is, if she didn't blow anyone up, Throwng her books in abag she bolted out of the dungeons and into the Great Hallleaving her room mates groaning and falling out of bed.

Hi Brooke, my wand is really made of Fir I just came up with something for the charecter.

Someone says my name, which is accompanied with a hard poke. My eyes force themselves open and yawning, I raise my head and blearily rub my eyes. Where am I? I think... Then it dawns upon me that I am at breakfast, and somehow my elbow has gotten into my best friend Ethan's porridge while my hair is trailing across somebody else's jam. I'm a mess. 

" Sable!!" Ethan insists again. " Wake up! Quidditch tryouts are in less than an hour and your broom is still up in the Gryffindor common room."

" Hmm what? Me asleep? Nah. I was just... Resting my eyes a bit."

" Very funny. No go! Your're the team captain, and the best seeker we've had in a while. "

" And my hair is covered in marmalade."

" Well yes. That too."

" Thanks Ethan." I say, rising to my feet and rolling my eyes at him. " You're the best."

" I've got charms in half an hour, so I might as well go grab my books. Come on, I'll walk with you."

" Making sure I don't pass out on the stairs?" I groan.

" Something like that."  

I try to concentrate on the snitch as Quidditch tryouts continue. It whirs around my head, and without further thought I grab it. Tryouts are rubbish because I'm so tired, but I think we finally have a winning team. Ogle and Edwin, our two Beaters, are surprisingly quick despite their bulk. Eveline, Alicia-Rose, and Emmet are also new, and seem to be unbeatable. The rest are returning team members. After tryouts I step off my broom, hoping that I can make it to the commons room for a nap before Herbology, but Ethan catches me on the way up the stair-well.

"How was Charms?" I ask, not because I'm interested, but because if he's talking, I don't have to listen.

"Oh it was fine... Cheering charms again...."

And he drones on about Professer Flitwick, while all the time I'm wondering if I can use my time-turner to fit in four Herbology classes this afternoon. 

"Blimey, but you're going to need a time-turner with all the classes you're taking. Your bag must weigh a ton. Here-- let me help." 

Ethan takes it from me, while my stomach churns in guilt. I tell Ethan everything. Always. If I hadn't sworn... Instead of breaking down into tired tears, I smile.

" Thanks! Are you ready for Herbology?"

" I hope so... Eleanor has been telling me all sorts of rot about how hard it is. I hope we don't have to spend this morning picking gillyweed though."

As we walk through the corridor, my mind takes a sharp turn. Suddenly, a turbaned man who stands in front of me--a teacher I think--stops. Suddenly I feel I am staring into the face of You-Know-Who. 

omg I love Harry Potter! ok.

Savvy Angel

Gryfinndor

strawberry blonde hair with darkish blue eyes

defense against the dark arts

easily scared but is  sweet and gets over her fears easily

patronus is a koala 

Araxie slowly descended the stairs to the dungeon. What was in there? And she thought she had heard something earlier. She grasped her wand and kicked open the classroom door. Inside was a manticore, a winged lion with a scorion tail. I screamed as it whirled around to face me. "Help! Stupefy!" I screamed, missing the manticore and making some potion ingredients explode.

Annalise is 13 going on 14.

Annalise ~

I was heading back toward Gryiffindor common room after a good tryout. We had several new players which I figured would strengthen the team quite well. I had requalified for my old position as goal keeper. The dirt and sweat on my body reminded me how out of shape I was. I needed to get back in the swing. Suddenly, I hear a sharp scream of; 

"Help! Stupefy!" coming from the potions class room. I dropped my gear and raced toward the classroom. I knew I should get a teacher or prefect, someone more experienced, but my instinct told me there wasn't time. I flung open the door and was shocked by the sight in front of me.

Araxie was pinned against the wall, wand in her shaking hand. A giant manticore towered before her, growling low and deep. Potion bottles and caldrons were strews across the floor, potions tricking in all directions, mixing together. I wasn't too keen on knowing what would happen once those potions became pretty well mixed. We needed to get out of there. Pronto.

The creature hadn't noticed me yet, instead focused on the trembling Araxie. I slowly, noiselessly, drew my wand. My mind wracked itself for some sort of spell, but none of the ones I thought of would be strong enough to do any damage. 

A diversion, that's what I need, I thought desperately, thinking of something, anything. My gaze shifted back toward the potion bottles. Pointing my wand, I swished and flicked, muttering "wingardium leviosa". I flicked my wand again, and set bottles and bottle shards flying toward the beast. Few made any sort of difference, mostly just bouncing off. But some slashed across the its face, causing the manticore to roar in frustration.

Well, it knows I'm here now.

I waved at Araxie to run, but she remained rooted to the spot.

Bartelby Fuzzlebuzz

(you guessed it) Hufflepuff

Curly caramel hair, golden eyes, smallish build, fair skin

He thinks all the classes are "Truly wonderful."

He is happy 24/7, escept when he is being attacked.

Woodchuck