September 2nd, Monday.
Great Hall, morning.
"Herbology, very good. Professor Sprout will definitely be happy to see you back, Lomberton..."
"Your Defense Against the Dark Arts grade is 'Acceptable.' You're lucky. Professor Bashat wanted to raise the standard, but Headmaster Dumbledore talked him out of it..."
"Your Transfiguration grade is 'Acceptable.' I think that'll be enough to handle the special report..."
"Hmm... Why didn't you choose Charms Class?"
"Your grandmother thinks Charms Class is taking the easy way out?"
"Looks like I need to write Augusta and remind her that she can't reject a subject just because she failed her Charms exam back then. Your grades are much better than your grandmother's were..."
Professor McGonagall tapped the blank timetable on the table with the tip of her wand. Neat ink quietly appeared. When she withdrew her wand, it had already been filled out in detail with all the classes he would be taking this term.
Because their schedules for the school year had to be confirmed before formal lessons began, the sixth-years remained seated after breakfast, waiting for the four Heads of House to come down from the High Table and move among the house tables, choosing classes based on grades and personal preferences.
Loren and Hermione had, after all, achieved outstanding grades in every subject. Professor McGonagall briefly looked over their schedules, found no conflicts, and finalized them just like that.
"Let me see... Transfiguration, Charms, Potions Master, Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Arithmancy... Professor Binns and Hagrid have been ruthlessly abandoned."
"You could pick another subject. I'm taking one more Ancient Rune class than you, anyway."
"Forget it, forget it." Loren shook his head at the timetable, then asked, "When is Ancient Rune class every week?"
"Monday morning!"
"Isn't that right now?"
"!!"
Watching the young witch