A/N: Hello! Welcome to my new fanfic! Hope you enjoy. This is a very short intro and we'll just have to see what happens as the story continues!
Disclaimer: I sadly own nothing Harry Potter related, it is all J.K. Rowling.
Paisley closed her eyes and listened to the scratching of a hundred quills as her fellow Gryffindors scribbled down notes. She rubbed her temple with her left hand and tried to dull the aching in her head. Defense Against the Dark Arts was unusually horrible this year. After a terrible mishap at the end of last year their previous Professor declined returning to Hogwarts with her remaining fingers. Their newest teacher, Professor Frothspurn believed the best way to learn about the Dark Arts was from the safety of a book.
Paisley sighed and forced her attention back on the open book next to her, groaning as she continued to copy down the remedies for a vampire bite.
"What a load of rubbish," a voice behind her mumbled. She recognized the casual tone and didn't bother to turn and shoot the boy a nasty glance. He and his friends were the cause of their House being the lowest in points for an entire three years in a row.
"Honestly Prongs, I don't know why we bother showing up to this class if this is all we'll be learning this year. We can just had Moony recite the lesson to us in the common room."
Paisley shook her head and tried to block out the annoying whispers behind her. The scratching of the quills grated her already frayed nerves and the stuck up trouble makers were making her headache worse.
She bit her lip and focused on the book: remedies and treatments for vampire bites include…
"I cannot wait to get out of class, let's head down to-"
"Will you shut up!" Paisley hissed through clenched teeth, spinning around and facing the four boys.
"Miss Adler is there a problem?" Professor Frothspurn called from the front of the class. The sound of scratching quills came to a halt as the students turned to stare at Paisley. Her face flushed brightly and she turned back in her seat, staring straight ahead.
"N-no Professor," she squeaked.
Paisley heard laughter from behind her but didn't bother to look back at the boys. Slowly her fellow students turned back and starting scratching away for the remainder of the class.
