Kirby Gracean stood at the foot of the moving staircase. She was glad that the summer was finally over and she was finally bacyk at the place she always classed as her home. She smiled as she watched many new and older faces. She waited in the entrance hall for the school term to start. She wondered what the year had ahead with it being in her second to last year.

She loved hogwarts and the entire wizardry world for that matter. She watched as the moving portraits placed about in their frames as they also watched the new comers the same as her. She brushed the crumbs off her gryffindor robes elegantly. She was never the most coordinated person and had not realised the bottom step as she stumbled over it losing her footing and dropping her bag. "Great!" she sighed knowing people would have seen her clumsyness .

Ligeia possessed, she believed, an elevated sense of hearing. It was one of her senses that wasn't dictated by a paucity of pigment, like vision or sensitive skin that tingled to the touch. For all purposes, many people climbing the stairs would have heard a bag fall to the ground. She discerned each loose page fluttering about, the clatter of spilled writing utensils, the tectonic shifting of books. Hearing that could identify just what the disaster was, honed to an even sharper skill with her prefect duties.

Plus, she had just seen it happen.

"Better at the start of the term then when that important essay or project will be threatened with destruction, true? Let me help you Kirby." Used to picking up shattered and scattered remains, Ligeia had all of Kirby's papers in hand after a wave of her wand. Ligeia had several classes with Kirby, another pretty face in Gryffindor that she noticed had a tendency to mutter like a shrunken head with loose stitching. Talking to oneself was a good way to stay in the skill of conversation. Ligeia didn't do exactly the same, rather talking to her vulture Buzzard or some other non- communicative entity in one sided conversations.

"Though with those Monster Books[1] for Care of Magical Creatures, disaster is just a moment away in your schoolbag," Ligeia said conversationally. "I've found I'll need to keep notes in triplicate, it eats too much. Tell me, were you continuing in History?" Since Ligeia had dropped it after OWLs, that class and Muggle Studies would be the only ones she and Kirby were not in together, if she remembered correctly.

1.	Monster Book

Kirby heard a swift sound and suddenly her books were in the hand of a friendly familiar face. She couldn't remember the blonde girls name who stood in front of her which made her feel slight guilt as she called her by name. She stood up taking her books from the girls hand placing them neatly in her bag.

"Thanks" she smiled gratefully at her. At least she had not mocked her which usually people did for her complete clumsy actions. When she heard her mention classes that they had Bernard in together she started to remember her name slowly. Liameta?  nothat wasn't right. What was it. "unfortunately i won't be in history this year. I choose magical creatures and muggle studies. What have you chosen?" she asked her curiously.

"Ah, I've stopped taking History as well. Got an O. But I liked the early history, all the giant wars and goblin rebellions and redcap sites. That's all covered before fifth year. I've stuck with creatures. Still split on what tract to look at with healing, I was volunteering at St. Mungo's for over a month this summer, Potion & Plant Poisonings."

"All I ever needed to know about muggles I learned from the classics," Ligeia continued. By 'classics' she meant all of her favorite writings as dated as her wardrobe. "Like this Poe fellow, very representational. Muggles are rather dedicated people, the effort it takes to brick up a rival in the wall of the catocombs without magic!"

Kirby smiled as the girl spoke happily about muggles some what complimenting them. "Well being brought up in a muggle family you cannot help but admire them. They get through life so difficultly i don't think i would be able to do it personality. I love my parents and brother for that. I went to the quidditch world cup over the summer. Try outs are soon so i need all the practise i can get" " she then went on to add.

She had always had a life long ambition to become a professional quidditch player since she discover the truth about magic and the world she was now a part off.

"Ah, trying out for your house team soon? I've never been two interested in brooms but I've observed practices for the highlights. Collisions, crashes, that sort of thing. If you get on I might get a chance to take your team photo. A long set up but it's worth it."

Beyond the picture, the temporary blindness and flash burns made the process just as exciting.