I walked reluctantly down the hall to History of Magic; my LEAST favorite
class of all time for two reasons. One, it's taught by the only ghost
teacher in Hogwarts, Professor Binns. Two, watching paint dry is even more
fun than being in Prof. Binns class. I hardly even noticed when I walked
through Nearly Headless Nick - the Gryffindor ghost.
"Oh!! S-sorry Nick!!" I murmured.
"That's alright, Tracy! Off to your History of Magic class, are you?" Nick
said, eyeing my textbook. I merely nodded.
"WHY! That reminds me of the time.." Nick started to drone on.
"TRACY!" Claira yelled at me. Claira and I are best friends. We've known
each other since forever. "We 're gonna be late!!" I looked at her in
horror.
Okay. Here's a brief bit about me - Tracy Beckham.
I'm in my fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I have light brown hair that falls to about my shoulders, my eyes are an icy blue and both of my parents work at the Ministry of Magic. They'd kill me if I skipped a class. especially since I want to become an auror. I'm a Gryffindor. Anyway..
Ten minutes later, Claira and I arrived at the History of Magic classroom. just as the bell finished ringing . Professor Binns didn't even notice us walking in, so we just slipped into our usual seats at the back of the class. "Today, class. Today, we will be talking about the Goblin Rebellions of seventeen eighty-eight.." That's where I stopped listening. Instead, I watched a fly cruise lazily around the room, also causing me to go into one of my poem writing trances. I was thinking about a poem for my fly, when Claira prodded me in the shoulder. "Huh wha?" I said rather loudly. Several kids, probably the Slytherins, laughed ruefully. "Miss Beckham. It's nice of you to join us. What was I just talking about?" Professor Binns asked me. - Uh oh.. - I thought. - What was he talking about? - "The Goblin Rebellion of seventeen eighty-eight." Claira hissed at me. I looked right at Professor Binns and blinked. "The Goblin Rebellion of seventeen eighty-eight." I replied with a straight face. Professor Binns turned back to the board, apparently disappointed that he couldn't tell me off. "What do we have next?" Claira whispered, not wanting the Slytherins to laugh at her, too. I took a quick glance at my schedule and grinned like a fool. "We have potions!!" I replied happily.
Okay. Here's a brief bit about me - Tracy Beckham.
I'm in my fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I have light brown hair that falls to about my shoulders, my eyes are an icy blue and both of my parents work at the Ministry of Magic. They'd kill me if I skipped a class. especially since I want to become an auror. I'm a Gryffindor. Anyway..
Ten minutes later, Claira and I arrived at the History of Magic classroom. just as the bell finished ringing . Professor Binns didn't even notice us walking in, so we just slipped into our usual seats at the back of the class. "Today, class. Today, we will be talking about the Goblin Rebellions of seventeen eighty-eight.." That's where I stopped listening. Instead, I watched a fly cruise lazily around the room, also causing me to go into one of my poem writing trances. I was thinking about a poem for my fly, when Claira prodded me in the shoulder. "Huh wha?" I said rather loudly. Several kids, probably the Slytherins, laughed ruefully. "Miss Beckham. It's nice of you to join us. What was I just talking about?" Professor Binns asked me. - Uh oh.. - I thought. - What was he talking about? - "The Goblin Rebellion of seventeen eighty-eight." Claira hissed at me. I looked right at Professor Binns and blinked. "The Goblin Rebellion of seventeen eighty-eight." I replied with a straight face. Professor Binns turned back to the board, apparently disappointed that he couldn't tell me off. "What do we have next?" Claira whispered, not wanting the Slytherins to laugh at her, too. I took a quick glance at my schedule and grinned like a fool. "We have potions!!" I replied happily.