"Thanks!," Wesley gratefully answered back, "Cella is a pretty name too!" Taking a seat next to the friendly Ravenclaw, she set out her scant supplies, and smiling, turned to look at the book.

Sneaking glances at the older girl, she thought she looked awfully preoccupied. But it wasn't like she could say anything, after all she had just met the girl, so Wesley decided to be quiet and read.

She honestly tried to stay up with the class, but people answered questions before she could even find the right page in the text book. She was so slow. Everybody had everything memorized. Secretly, Wesley promised herself that this summer she was going to go over everything and have stuff memorized for next year.

Taking down notes, her hand cramping, she breathed a sigh of relief when the professor said they could draw what a Grindylow looked like. Grabbing a new sheet, quill held hard against the parchment, she wrinkled her nose, focusing hard.


Wesley smiled, setting her paper farther up and sat back in her chair. She hoped she had spelled Grindylow right. It looked right...to her anyway.