When I run up to the classroom I notice that everyone is sitting down and I sit down in the back. I grab some parchment and my book, and wait for Professor Snape to enter and start his lecture. People are whispering and looking back at me, so it is not difficult to guess what they are talking about. But I grit my teeth and ignore it, my magic is still swirling inside of me, begging to be let loose. 