Around seven in the morning, the other girls start to stir.
...She asks a portrait for directions.
And lunch. Excellent.
Ron arrives soon after. "Hey. Where did you go after class?"
(Neville tags along.)
"Went looking for the forbidden corridor, got caught, claimed I was lost."
"Oh did you find it?"
"No. I got caught by Filch before I could."
"Oh. Him. Fred and George hate him."
(And here's Percy! Smiling at the first years!)
She decides not to mention her aborted adventure to Percy.
At some point Dayo shows up, too, and sits at the Slytherin table. Not next to Malfoy but close enough to actually be able to chat.
...Why? Whatever, she'll ask her later.
And soon they're done eating and the Gryffindors should go to Defence Against the Dark Arts.
This seems relevant to her life, all things considered.
Except Quirrell's lesson turns out to be a bit of a joke. His classroom smells strongly of garlic, which someone mentions is to ward off a vampire he's met in Romania and is afraid will be coming back to get him one of these days. His turban, he tells them, was given to him by an African prince as a thank-you for getting rid of a troublesome zombie, but the kids aren't sure they believe this story. For one thing, when Seamus Finnigan asks eagerly to hear how Quirrell fought off the zombie, Quirrell goes pink and starts talking about the weather; for another, a funny smell seems to hang around the turban, not dissimilar to that of his classroom.
After the lesson she asks if anyone knows why they don't have a better Defense teacher.
"They never seem to last? It's all different stuff, one of them got a mysterious inheritance and another decided she didn't want to teach and wanted to be an opera singer -"
"Oh, Fred told me about that one, Mum loves to listen to her on the radio," says Ron.
"Not everyone wants to be a teacher..."
"Most people who don't want to be teachers don't do it for a year!"