I'm not really any good at writing. So please ignore all the grammer and typos and junk. Because they WILL be there. Sorry.
It had been about a week after the school year started, since he didn't have a class and he was getting a head ache from trying the grade the third year *papers. He was actually quite happy on how detailed and in depth the first few papers where, then that quickly left when he began to read more and more papers that seemed like they were written by first years (though he was pretty sure the first years knew more). After reading the zillionth paper that explained how to de-gnome your garden he thought that it would be nice to take a quick walk around the courtyard. He actually thought it would be a brilliant idea to take that walk.
The walk itself was fine, it was warm, semi-cloudy, and there was a nice little breeze that blew by here and there. He had to admit that it was interesting to experience what it was like to have students freeze in place when he walked by. Now he understood why his teachers did it so much. He paused for a moment and looked up into the cloud speckled sky with a small smile. Then about a millisecond after he looked up it got cold, well at least he was cold. He kept on looking up hoping it would go away, which it did, since he now felt like some one was using a magnifying glass to set the hair on the back of his neck on fire. He got annoyed and finally turned around to see if someone really was standing behind him with a magnifying glass. A lost first year, a pair of students in a corner snogging, pretty sure the toad that belonged to Mr. Longbottom, and the reason he was going through hot and cold flashes like a menopausal old women. She was just standing there leaning against a column, and staring at him with her left eye brow raised. They stood there for a few good moments and he was quite sure her eyebrow went up an inch and a half. She was a sixth or seventh year, he was pretty sure she was in two of his classes. Then again she wasn't the only whatever year with brown hair, brown eyes, and tan skin. He had dazed off while trying to figure out who the heck she is that he hadn't noticed that she walked off to help the first year who had probably taken five laps around the entire school by the look of how disheveled the kid was. Figuring he had about ten minutes till the next class he should probably run if he wanted to get to his class before his students.
Sorry it's short.
*The papers are supposed to be a review of what they remembered from the years before.
Read and review please!
**I didn't use any names (except one) in this part on PURPOSE they'll show up eventually.