Fifth year at Hogwarts. Only two left after this one.
Currently I was sitting in the cabin with my bestfriends Ron and Hermione, eating chocolate frogs and playing wizard chess with Ron while Hermione read the History of Hogwarts. We were all dressed in our robes, and had about five minutes before we were to get in our carriages and head towards Hogwarts, School of Wizardry and Magic.
The great hall, now packed with students, was filled with loud chattering. The massive oak doors opened, revealing Professor. McGonagall and a hoard of terrified eleven year-olds marching down the middle of the room.
McGonagall opened her large parchment scroll with names and started listing:
Fuller, Dina -Hufflepuff.
Andrega, Haden -Ravenclaw.
Jordan, McKenzie -Gryffindor.
Zarev, Ruben -Slytherin.
….. And so on.
Dumbledore stepped towards the podium. "And then for the presentation of our two new teachers, and two new subjects. Dolores Umbrige, will be teaching you D.A.D.A this year," the whole student body focused on the fat frog in the third seat to the right of Dumbledore's grand throne, and her pastel pink made her seem like a ugly, fat, rude doll. "And then we have the youngest teacher in Hogwarts history, Zoë Jackson. She will be teaching you non-magical combat, and music," Dumbledore finished as a girl covered by a black hood walked out from the grand doors, the cloak becoming more transparent by the second, revealing a tan, honey-blonde haired, turquoise eyed angel in white nine-inch heels and a pristine white dress with lace shoulders and a trail in the back, and in the front, six inches above the knee, making her look stunning with her curly hair in a messy bun on the back of her head.
"A pleasure to meet you, Albus," she said in a honey, sweet, warm and musical voice, smiling slightly and shaking his hand.
"The pleasure is mine, Zoë, I've heard great things about you," he responded in his usually mischievous, mysterious tone.
"You must be starved. Eat!" He said and sat down in his chair.
(Boring Dinner…)
"What do you think about the new teachers?" Hermione asked, once we were installed in our usual chairs in the common room. "I mean, she seems cool and all, but.." She continued oblivious to Ron's vacant look.
"Umbridge seems like a hag," I replied, before she started to rant.
"Let's go to bed. We'll check it out tomorrow," I told her, walking up the stairs to the dorms, Ron following, dazed, behind me.
"Yeah, tomorrow. Breakfast." She said and went up.