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Beginning of the year

"For the love of Merlin! When will he stop talking?"

I yawned and wearily looked at the clock opposite me. Two hours ONLY two flippin' hours, Salazar Slytherin how much longer?

I looked around the headmaster's office trying desperately to find something to do, I'd already counted all the portraits (69), and I'd also counted his little gadgets (27).

I inwardly groaned. These meetings were something all the staff members despised, but to be honest I couldn't blame them.

Well basically what happens is Albus chatters on about the rules of Hogwarts what is expected of the teachers etc, but what is so horrifying about these meetings is it's always the same at the beginning of every year.

I yawned yet again; it was like some major sleeping pill.

I blinked trying to clear my eyes of the haze of sleep that was threatening to engulf my weary mind.

I looked around the room finally settling my eyes on my fellow colleague, one that just so happened to the head of Gryffindor house; Minerva McGonagall.

Now she was all right as a rule, but the way she talked about her Gryffindors! It was as if they were angles, when in reality they where devils. Satan's children, particularly one famous child: Harry Potter. But then again thinking about all that has happened this summer he isn't that bad. Well for a Gryffindor anyway. Not that I would tell anyone that of course!

Anyway I felt a stab of sympathy towards the aging transfiguration professor, Merlin alone knows how many times she's had to listen to this same speech. Poor woman is fast asleep. Rather amusing actually.

I take another look towards those who have accepted my sarcastic mind and me. All of them asleep or trying to occupy themselves, well I say all of them, just one person was actually paying attention to Albus' speech. That person was the new DADA professor.

Professor Appleby. Don't like her much to be honest, though I feel as if I know her, I just don't know where from! It's frustrating really. I know she doesn't have the Dark Mark as she is wearing no sleeves and the Dark Lord refuses not to mark a faithful follower.

She went to Durmstrang for her education then moved away to Birmingham.

What a horrific 'brummie' accent she has, really quite irritating the way she misses letters from words. For example she doesn't say water she says 'warta' to be honest though, if she ever asks me for a glass of 'warta' I'm afraid that I would not be able to collect her that drink, (if it is one) as I do not know what 'warta' is. Such a shame; Not!

I mean honestly! Just because you're from Birmingham doesn't mean you can't speak properly! Even if that's what stereotypes say you do! I'll give her 'warta'.

Sighing I yawned yet again and decided to rest for a bit, thinking that one of the other teachers would awaken me.

I had no idea that that would be the last time I would be able to have a peaceful nap.

Written by Hyper Hippie

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