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"Melody, the students will be here in a few hours. You should get out of your muggle attire and into your robes." Minerva warned from the fire place. I looked up, surprised. Why I was, I didn't really know. Maybe it was my nerves. Whatever the reason, I stared at the fireplace amazed, then jumped when what she had said sunk in. The students. My students. Why did I ask to be teaching here you say, I could have chosen any other school in the world, but I chose this one. It's simple really. My history is here. I smiled, as the memory of my last welcoming feast came to mind, one from six years ago today.
Flashback
September 1st
"Harry Potter."
Shock came upon the entire hall, then the whispering, but none of it was so loud as the mush that Malfoy was giving.
"Potter is stuck up." He said, telling the other first years, and those who will listen. "He simply refused to even acknowledge me. I think he is really pitiful..." He droned on. I watched carefully as he had the hat placed upon him, and waited. Now the brim was speaking, but not to us, to him. Suddenly it shouted "GRYFFINDOR!" and the whole table shouted as loud as possible.
"WE GOT POTTER, WE GOT POTTER!!"
"See I told you, if it wasn't Gryffindor, it would have been Hufflepuff." sneered Malfoy. I was sick of this. No way was this little first year going to divide the houses now, not after the work I had put into getting the 4th years and up to actually get along.
"Malfoy, you little worm, listen to me now. If I hear one more word out of your mouth about Potter then you will be facing my wrath. And I mean it, one more word. Potter is about five times braver then you'll ever be. Now shut it." I smirked as he visibly shrunk from me.
"Mel, look, even though he's a first year, he is kind of cute." gushed Alicia.
"Don't think about it Ally, you'll be breaking one too many laws."
End Flashback
That was only one of the millions of times that year I was constantly clashing with the little brat of a ferret Malfoy. Maybe Minerva's whole purpose for allowing me to teach here was that maybe I could bring the houses back together. Maybe. Especially since my husband would be teaching too. Not that I would have had time with him. It was the only reason I could ever hate teaching here, he could not be referred to as my husband, and we couldn't share our names due to school rules.
"Professor Spidel." I said it once just to get used to it. I liked it. Who knew, maybe this year, I could actually knock some sense into that pig of a slytherin. Course, I could also break a few rules and tell my story.
