Hermione sat with her back to the class. The students at Hogwarts School of
Witch craft and Wizardry were not like it was when she was there. She had
left but soon returned to be the Charms teacher. The class chattered behind
her, and she rose gracefully to quieten them. She ruffled her hair and
began with the lesson. She began as she always did, and started with a
chant:
Like fire they fly,
Into the sky,
Our charms can save them,
Till they reach a safe Haven.
It didn't make much sense to most of the class, but she reassured them that they would understand it by the time they took their OWLs. The lesson went smoothly and as the class left a small Hufflepuffian came up to her. "Professor Granger, could I. I mean.. Could we.." Hermione bent down to be the same height as the boy and smiled kindly at him. "What's wrong Mr Jacobs?" "Well, I was wondering, could I have some extra homework?" Hermione gave a little chuckle. Such a small boy, with such big questions. She remembered back to her childhood, when she would try to read the thickest volumes in the library to get those few extra marks in lessons and exams. She gave Matthew Jacobs a book to read, and started to tidy her desk. The charm class room on the 2nd floor and was a wide, open room, with a huge Oak door, and large windows facing the Quidditch pitch. There were 4 rows of desks, parallel to all four walls, which were covered in framed letters and manuscripts. In one corner was her desk, which was kept in order, as she was forever tidying it. Hermione left, her robes billowing behind her in the spring breeze, and went to the staff room, for a cup of something. The staff room, was enormous, to care for the many teachers. She chose to sit in a vast armchair, next to the fire. Her friend, Professor Marigold Kingsweed- the herbology teacher- joined her, and they started to converse. "Have you heard about Diagon Alley recently? Be a dear and pass me a biscuit." "Marigold, you know I try to keep up with these things but I never manage to!! Here, is a chocolate one alright?" "Thanks. Well apparently, many dark things have happened there, since, well you know, since Dumbledore died." "Hush, don't talk of such things. There is dark magic at work, and you know it." Just at that moment the bell rang, and they returned to their classes.
It didn't make much sense to most of the class, but she reassured them that they would understand it by the time they took their OWLs. The lesson went smoothly and as the class left a small Hufflepuffian came up to her. "Professor Granger, could I. I mean.. Could we.." Hermione bent down to be the same height as the boy and smiled kindly at him. "What's wrong Mr Jacobs?" "Well, I was wondering, could I have some extra homework?" Hermione gave a little chuckle. Such a small boy, with such big questions. She remembered back to her childhood, when she would try to read the thickest volumes in the library to get those few extra marks in lessons and exams. She gave Matthew Jacobs a book to read, and started to tidy her desk. The charm class room on the 2nd floor and was a wide, open room, with a huge Oak door, and large windows facing the Quidditch pitch. There were 4 rows of desks, parallel to all four walls, which were covered in framed letters and manuscripts. In one corner was her desk, which was kept in order, as she was forever tidying it. Hermione left, her robes billowing behind her in the spring breeze, and went to the staff room, for a cup of something. The staff room, was enormous, to care for the many teachers. She chose to sit in a vast armchair, next to the fire. Her friend, Professor Marigold Kingsweed- the herbology teacher- joined her, and they started to converse. "Have you heard about Diagon Alley recently? Be a dear and pass me a biscuit." "Marigold, you know I try to keep up with these things but I never manage to!! Here, is a chocolate one alright?" "Thanks. Well apparently, many dark things have happened there, since, well you know, since Dumbledore died." "Hush, don't talk of such things. There is dark magic at work, and you know it." Just at that moment the bell rang, and they returned to their classes.