Smile.

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Bella walked into Potions class, and saw Aria. She sat next to her. Bella knew that this semester would be havoc. Not only because of all the new classes, but the Shadows were trying to aim at Aria and Bella, and they haven't even told the Headmaster yet. What were they to do? Just wait and strike? Never the less, they continued to wear a fake smile upon their face.

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Ivy poked her head in through the door, her eyes scanning the faces of the students before she inserted the rest of her body into the class, satisfied that it was indeed for Third Years. She had walked into the Second Year's potions class earlier, sat down and not realized anything was wrong until the Professor asked her what on Earth was she doing there. A faint blush rose to her cheeks as she recalled the incident, knowing how stupid she had been. Come on Ivy, you're a third year now. Remember that! As she passed by an occupied table, she gave the girl there an absentminded smile and nod of the head, dimly remembering her name to be Bella, before taking a seat behind her.

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Aria smiled back at the girl, vaguely remembering her face, but not her name. Only if she knew. Aria had known that she shouldn't become close friends with anyone besides Bella, only because the Shadows were after them both. She didn't want to put anyone in a huge danger of death. This is no longer a "Shadow Taking Over The World Thing". This is a "Murderer Killing Students Thing".

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Something didn't seem quite right. Ivy snuck another glance around at the students, and none of them actually seemed to be Third Years. Am I in the wrong class again? She winced slightly when the bell rang, signifying the start of the class. Leaning forward in her seat, she gave one of the girls a gentle poke in the back, and whispered,"I know this might seem to be a weird question, but what class is this?"

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"Potions." Bella said, answering her question. Was the girl supposed to be in Charms or something right now?

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Ivy winced slightly; this was definitely the wrong class. Oh well, might as well sit in to listen. But of all the classes she could have walked into, why Potions? She wasn't very good when it came to measurements and details. Hence why she all but stopped going to Potions. "Thanks," Ivy gave her a small pained smile, "And my apologies in advance if I make something explode and disrupt the lesson."

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"No problem," she said and nodded.

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Ivy sank back into her chair, her mind staring at the desk in front of her, silently panicking. She didn't even bring her textbook for this class, and that just made everything worse. With her textbook she was fairly clueless, but without... Please let it not be a practical lesson today, please, please, please.