Chapter one

First impressions

Jasmine stood outside the great hall entrance doors. She couldn't believe she was back in her old school. She smiled looking down the hall she used to run down trying to hurry to potions class. There were many different people here this year. All coming from different schools on account of the triwizard tournament. That's why she was here after all. This year she was to teach a dance class for the ball that came with the Triwizard Tournament. It excited her greatly. She loved to dance and had even auditioned for Juleard. Of course they hadn't gotten back to her yet but that was expected.

"First." Dumbledore's voice rang out. She prepared herself. "I would like to introduce all of your's dance teacher. Miss Jasmine Yonet." The doors swung open and I stepped through. There were a few whistles from somewhere in the Slytherin table, but was silenced by Dumbledore. Moving up the stairs to the teachers tables I was greeted first by Professor McGanigal. 'Nice lady.' I thought to myself quietly. A boy from Hufflepuff stood and got The headmaster's attention.

"Head master I do not understand why we need a dance teacher?" the boy question. A murmur rose through the room. Dumbledore raised a hand and all fell silent. I found an empty seat by my old teacher Professor Snape. I sat down and said not a word to him.

"Ah. I'm glad you asked my dear boy. I would like to introduce Olympe Maxime and her girls from Beauxbatons Academy." Dumbledore looked back and smiled at Jasmine as a tall lady stepped through the door. Followed by her students which were doing an extremely amazing routine. When they had finished everyone clapped there hands. Most of the Slytherin boys were whistling. Jasmine smiled to herself.

"Nothing's changed." She said quited. Snape turned his head and looked at her.

"Did you say something?" he question Jasmine smiled at him politely.

"No. Well I did but I was kind of talking to myself." Jasmine blushed. When she was in school she hadn't really realized how deep Snape's eyes seemed to be. "Sorry." She added quickly and Snape turned his attention back to Dumbledore who was now at his podium again.

"Now I would like to introduce Igor Karkaroff, and his students from Drumstag institute." just then the doors burst open a gruff man stepped through the doors followed by his students. All men good looking and well built. Jasmine smiled as she heard the girls swoon. 'Oh to be young again.' she thought to herself. She was now the age of 26 still young to most but after the home life she had, had as a child made her feel so much older.

Igor came to take his seat at the teachers table and stopped in front of Jasmine who smiled up at him intently. Igor smiled back and Jasmine offered him her hand.

"Jasmine Yonet, I teach dance here." Igor took her hand and kissed the knuckles.

"Miss Yonet." He greeted softly. "Lovely to meet you. I do hope we'll meet again." Jasmine raised an eyebrow and tried to pull her hand away. Snape looked out of the corner of his eye. "We will meet again wont we?" Jasmine gasped as his grip tightened unbearably around her hand. She forced a smile.

"Your hurting me sir." She hissed through clenched teeth. Just then Snape turned to face them.

"I do believe she wants you to release her hand Mr. Karkaroff." Snape said threateningly. Igor let go and took his seat. Jasmine rubbed her hand gently.

"Thank you." Jasmine stated quietly. Snape looked at her hand and then meet her eyes.

"He is not a man to bargin with Miss Yonet." Jasmine grinned.

"So I seen. I'll be sure to stay clear of him." Jasmine told him. Snape said no more, neither did Jasmine. The feast was held and the kids were sent to their dorms, and the teachers to their private chambers for the night. Jasmine went to what she would be using for her classroom. It was only a short walk from her private chamber.

Opening the large doors her mouth went wide. It was marvelous. The main floor was big and chairs lined the wall. Her desk and bookcase along with the record player and records all sat in the middle of the floor. There was no way she was to move this all by herself.

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