Artemis Burberry is in her room, on Patricia Hall, lamenting to her great horned owl about the lack of relatively private fireplaces for Floo calls here, and wondering where her roommate is.
(Who names their daughter "Sherlock", anyway?)
Bella has magical theory next, which is mostly vocabulary words this early in the year but promises some cool stuff later in the semester. After that she has transfiguration, and she successfully turns a chip of wood into a similarly shaped chunk of iron after spending an entire hour trying (she is neither fastest nor slowest).
Then lunch!
Bella looks for the Starks first, but, finding them not in evidence, she goes and sits with Feral. "I thought you looked old enough to be a seventh grader but you're in my Defense class," she observes, plunking down her tray.
"They do sound really bad. I don't know about the mind control one, but the other two don't sound all that special, so I'm confused about why they've got their own name all together. There's first-year spells that could hurt or kill somebody," she muses.
"Guns are blockable, anyway, that's what bulletproof vests are for," says Bella, but she writes down this information. "I don't suppose you also know what execution or worse is supposed to mean? I thought about asking in social studies but I think it might give -" She glances at her schedule. "Mr. Li the wrong idea."
"I... guess that would be a reason, sort of," acknowledges Bella. "Do we have any other classes together?" She shows him her schedule.
...No wonder he's in remedial classes. Bella snorts softly. "My roommate and his sister are in Charms with us," she volunteers.