Hermione walks across the room, head held high, confidence low, kept secret from their judging eyes.
"Good afternoon." She says reaching the front, all the soft whispered conversations among the tables seizes.
"Hello Professor Snape." A Ravenclaw in the front replies.
"We shall begin our lesson on the unforgivable curses, can you anyone tell me what they are?" Hands raise, she calls on three of them each providing the correct response.
"Excuse me Professor, but how are you able to do the this lesson without allowing emotion and personal experience take over?" A voice in the speaks out of turn.
Hermione's heart beats faster – she had promised herself she'd hold it together.
"I appreciate your concern Ms. Anderson, I am fine. Perhaps the tragedies that effected my life because of these curses will help you all to understand just how devastating they can be." She approaches the board and as she begins to write with the chalk soft whispers begin again.
"What was that about?"
"Don't you remember?"
"Can't say that I do."
"Her husband was killed three months ago by the -"
"Mr. Owens that's enough." She turns back this time certain her low confidence was a bright shining beckon.