Harry Potter walked into the Great Hall with a small feeling of
discomfort. Not only did he not want to be with all the noise and people,
he was having a hard enough time trying to ignore all the stares. He could
feel his head pounding with an "I-told-you-that-you-couldn't-handle-this"
kind of throb, one that was likely not to go away quickly. Still, he kept
his composure and took his normal seat at the Gryffindor table and stared
with apathy into space.
Hermione Granger was a very distressed witch. Harry was spacing out and generally acting more like Luna Lovegood then his normal self, Professor Snape had that glint in his eye that clearly said "I'm-going-to- kill-all-houses-in-points-except-for-my-own", and Ron wouldn't so much as look at her! She knew that she had had a crush on Ron for years now, and she had thought he had the same feelings. That logic was beginning to prove incorrect as he stared, almost DROOLING, at a pretty female at the Ravenclaw table. The NERVE of the jerk. She sat down, and angrily waited for Dumbledore's speech.
Ron Weasley sat very scared as he judged his friends. He had been watching Harry closely, and something told him his friend was about to pass out. Hermione, on the other hand, seemed to be trying out the "if-looks- could-kill" method, glaring at him then looking back at the Ravenclaw table. She wasn't even looking at Harry's condition, she was looking right past him! Jeez, and she though I wasn't focused on the matters at hand. He wished the feast would begin soon, he was starving, and he could almost taste the food. Ron suddenly wondered if he had started drooling. Draco Malfoy was extremely pleased at the moment. His father had alerted him that his new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was an old friend of the Malfoys, which seemed to Draco that he would not have to worry about that class very much. However, he noticed, this new teacher was not at the table. He wondered casually and decided that the person was running late, highly inexcusable for a professor.
Dumbledore stood, his eyes twinkling with merriment at all the students and began his speech. "This year we have a new Defense Against the Darks Teacher. She is extremely wise in her profession, and I advise that you give her the respect that she deserves. Sadly, she will be a tad late, but no worries. First years would note that the forbidden forest is off limits, and some of our older students would be wise to remember that. Also, the punishment for being out of bed at night will be severe this year. With that aside, let the feast begin!"
The plates suddenly piled with almost every food that a small mind could imagine, and the students happily dug in. Harry put his head down on the table, feeling more queasy than hungry at the moment, and Hermione had pulled out a book and had become fully engrossed. Ron, on the other hand, dug in with most of the other students however rose his head immediately when he caught site of the late arrival that had just entered the hall.
Her long ebony hair flowed gently around her knees, looking as soft as silk. She wore a black trench coat matching her hair in slightly flowing behind her and revealing the extremely skimpy outfit underneath. It rose over what it needed to, yet was long enough to hide what it needed to, but defiantly left the male audience in awe as she walked gracefully towards the professors table.
Professor McGonagall looked at the woman as if she would rather spit on the woman's sunglasses than breathe the same air as her, and a few of the teacher's shared her thoughts. Professor Snape, on the other hand, stared at her with on open mouth as if a ghost from his past has just jumped out and tried to wash his hair. Dumbledore simply smiled and stood giving an announcement to the student body.
"Students, may I introduce you to Professor Shadowbend!"
Hermione Granger was a very distressed witch. Harry was spacing out and generally acting more like Luna Lovegood then his normal self, Professor Snape had that glint in his eye that clearly said "I'm-going-to- kill-all-houses-in-points-except-for-my-own", and Ron wouldn't so much as look at her! She knew that she had had a crush on Ron for years now, and she had thought he had the same feelings. That logic was beginning to prove incorrect as he stared, almost DROOLING, at a pretty female at the Ravenclaw table. The NERVE of the jerk. She sat down, and angrily waited for Dumbledore's speech.
Ron Weasley sat very scared as he judged his friends. He had been watching Harry closely, and something told him his friend was about to pass out. Hermione, on the other hand, seemed to be trying out the "if-looks- could-kill" method, glaring at him then looking back at the Ravenclaw table. She wasn't even looking at Harry's condition, she was looking right past him! Jeez, and she though I wasn't focused on the matters at hand. He wished the feast would begin soon, he was starving, and he could almost taste the food. Ron suddenly wondered if he had started drooling. Draco Malfoy was extremely pleased at the moment. His father had alerted him that his new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was an old friend of the Malfoys, which seemed to Draco that he would not have to worry about that class very much. However, he noticed, this new teacher was not at the table. He wondered casually and decided that the person was running late, highly inexcusable for a professor.
Dumbledore stood, his eyes twinkling with merriment at all the students and began his speech. "This year we have a new Defense Against the Darks Teacher. She is extremely wise in her profession, and I advise that you give her the respect that she deserves. Sadly, she will be a tad late, but no worries. First years would note that the forbidden forest is off limits, and some of our older students would be wise to remember that. Also, the punishment for being out of bed at night will be severe this year. With that aside, let the feast begin!"
The plates suddenly piled with almost every food that a small mind could imagine, and the students happily dug in. Harry put his head down on the table, feeling more queasy than hungry at the moment, and Hermione had pulled out a book and had become fully engrossed. Ron, on the other hand, dug in with most of the other students however rose his head immediately when he caught site of the late arrival that had just entered the hall.
Her long ebony hair flowed gently around her knees, looking as soft as silk. She wore a black trench coat matching her hair in slightly flowing behind her and revealing the extremely skimpy outfit underneath. It rose over what it needed to, yet was long enough to hide what it needed to, but defiantly left the male audience in awe as she walked gracefully towards the professors table.
Professor McGonagall looked at the woman as if she would rather spit on the woman's sunglasses than breathe the same air as her, and a few of the teacher's shared her thoughts. Professor Snape, on the other hand, stared at her with on open mouth as if a ghost from his past has just jumped out and tried to wash his hair. Dumbledore simply smiled and stood giving an announcement to the student body.
"Students, may I introduce you to Professor Shadowbend!"