[Later, all of the first years are sorted in their houses, all of the students were talking to each other. McGonagall dings on a cup.]
McGonagall: Your attention, please.
Dumbledore: [rising from his chair] Let the feast...begin.
[From the aerial view of the Great Hall, food magically appears on all the tables, and the hall is filled with awe and chatter.]
Harry: Wow.
[Draco looks at all the food, raises his eyebrows and digs in. Ron stuffs his face.]
Camila: Wow
Seamus: I'm half and half. My dad's a Muggle. Mum's a witch. Bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out.
[Neville laughs. Harry is sitting next to Percy. He leans over.]
Harry: Say, Percy, who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?
Percy: Oh, that's Professor Snape, head of Slytherin house.
Harry: What's he teach?
Percy: Potions. But everyone knows it's the Dark Arts he fancies. He's been after Quirrell's job for years.
"Of course he does." said James and Severus just glared at him muttering about weird potions which he would give James for all the things he had done to him.
[Ron, having just finished a chicken wing, reaches into the bowl for more, and a ghost, called Sir Nicolas, pops out.]
Ron: Ahh!
Nick: Hello! How are you? Welcome to Gryffindor.
[Numerous ghosts come pouring from the walls, sailing along.]
Bloody Baron: Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Girl: Look, it's the Bloody Baron!
Percy: Hello, Sir Nicholas. Have a nice summer?
Nick: Dismal. Once again, my request to join the headless hunt has been denied. [Begins to leave]
Ron: I know you! You're Nearly Headless Nick!
Nick: I prefer Sir Nicholas if you don't mind.
Hermione: Nearly headless? How can you be nearly headless?
Nick: Like this. [Grabs head and pulls it to the side. His head is hanging on just by a thread.]
Ron: Ahh!
[Hermione moans in disgust; Harry just simply rolls his eyes and Camila just eat her food normally still looking at Nick like it's a normal sight for her. Nick reattaches his head back to his body. Later, Percy is leading the Gryffindors to the staircase tower.]
Percy: Gryffindors, follow me, please. Keep up. Thank you.
Boy: Ravenclaws, follow me. This way.
Percy: This is the most direct path to the dormitories. Oh, and keep an eye on the staircases...they like to change.
[The camera pans up and we see a vast amount of staircases, people walking on them, and some switching places.]
Percy: Keep up, please, and follow me. Quickly now, come on. Come on.
[They begin walking up the stairs, several of the portraits began greeting them]
Neville: Seamus, that picture's moving!
Ron: Look at that one, Harry!
Harry: I think she fancies you.
Girl: Oh, look! Look! Who's that girl?
Man in a painting: Welcome to Hogwarts.
Camila: Who's that?
[A bit later on the seventh floor, They are in the corridor leading to Gryffindor Tower. They come up to a large painting of a large woman in a pink dress. She is known as "The Fat Lady".]
The Fat Lady: Password?
Percy: Caput Draconis. [The Fat Lady smiles and nods in confirmation. The painting opens up to reveal a doorway in the wall, leading to Gryffindor Tower.] Follow me, everyone. Keep up, quickly, come on.
Girl: Oh, wow.
"Wow, it looks cozy and warm." said Narcissa while adoring the house's common room. The Gryffindor's just smirks.
Percy: [Inside the common room] Gather 'round here. Welcome to the Gryffindor Common Room. Boy's dormitories, upstairs and down to your left. Girls, the same on your right. You'll find that your belongings have already been brought up.
[Later at midnight. Harry is sitting by a window in his pj's, with Hedwig. He pets the owl and looks out the window, sighing with content, knowing that he will love it here at Hogwarts and in Girl's dorm Camila is seen doing the same.]
[In the morning Camila is seen with Hermione on the house table eating breakfast when she saw fred sit next to her and Cedric staring at her from the Hufflepuff table but she just sat there eating minding her own business and talking a bit to Hermione.]
James was about to say something but was cut off by Marlene saying "We know"
[After she finished and stand up to go to her class. That's when she met Malfoy in the corridor alone . She went to him and pinched his ear saying]
Camila: Why did you talked to my brother so rudely ? It was not very nice of you.
Draco: I just want to befriend him like my father told me to.
Narcissa glared at Lucius who cowers in fear.
[She understood what he was talking about because yesterday on the train ron told her about wizarding families and their behaviour towards muggleborn's when harry was taking a nap.]
Camila: It's ok. Let's just go to the classroom.
[then she and Draco went to their Transfiguration class.]
[Harry and Ron are running in the corridors, because they are late for Transfiguration class. In the class, a tabby cat is sitting on a desk. Harry and Ron rush in; Hermione rolls her eyes in annoyance and Camila shakes her head because they're late for class.]
Ron: Whew, we made it. Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?
[The cat jumps off the desk and transforms into Professor McGonagall, on-screen for the first time. The two boys are amazed.]
Ron: That was bloody brilliant.
McGonagall: Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocketwatch, that way one of you might be on time.
Harry: We got lost.
"That's not gonna work, we already tried it." said the marauders.
McGonagall: Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats.
[Later on, inside Snape's potions classroom, the students are chattering, sitting near steaming cauldrons. The door slams open and Snape comes rushing in.]
"Wow, Sev dramatic much ?" said Rodolphus.
Snape: There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few... [looks at Draco, who smiles] who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper... [Draco looks on] in death. [Draco raises his eyebrows. Snape sees Harry, writing what Snape said in his lecture down, in, his view, not paying attention.] Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confidant enough to not...pay...attention. [Camila nudges Harry, finally making him look up to the Professor. Snape then walks to where he can speak to Harry more properly.] Mr. and Ms. Potter. Our...new...celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood? [Hermione raises her hand. Harry shrugs.] You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar? [Hermione's hand raises again.]
"Snivellus, very mature of you to bully my children like that because of what I did to you!" shouted James at Severus and sent him a sting hex.
Harry: I don't know, sir.
Snape: And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfbane?
Harry: I don't know, sir.
Snape: Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything... [Draco has a smirk on his face] is it, Mr. Potter?
Camila: If I may , Sir. asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful, it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. And its a pity not to ask Hermione since she know all the answers .
[Snape just glared at her.]
Snape: Why aren't you all copying this down?
"Clearly you didn't tell them to." said Barty jr.
[The students obey Snape and start to write down what Snape said. Snape returns to his desk, and dips his quill into some ink.]
Snape: And Gryffindors, note that five points, will be taken from your house... for your classmate's cheek. [Snape then starts writing; Hermione looks at Camila and then starts writing. Camila looks at Snape, who turns slightly and then continues writing]
"Hey this is unfair!" shouted a random Gryffindor.