UP TO NO GOOD
Ch.1
Back to Hogwarts
The class schedules at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry were slightly different for 6th and 7th years thanks to the fact that they actually chose all of the classes to take. On the list included the normal classes of Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, Muggle Studies, Ancient Runes, Arithmancy Astronomy, Divination, Herbology, History of Magic, Defense against the Dark Arts, Care of Magical Creatures, and(the class just about every student always chose) Precision flight. But now there was a new one added to the list, Magical Law. A slightly puzzled looking Anthony Shacklebolt looked over at fellow sixth year Aaron Hill, who was probably all of five foot two inches but by far the larger around of the two. "That's new." Said Anthony, a rather tall and lanky fellow standing at six foot four inches himself and whose skin was as dark as the night. The two of them sat down at the end of the Gryffindor house table and looked over their choices as everyone sat waiting for the first years to arrive.
"You're telling me. But that means there's a new professor." At the mention of a new professor, everyone within earshot turned to look up at the new table. Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, talking back and forth between Professor Snape, the Potions teacher, and a new teacher no one knew. He stuck out for two reasons, one being he had a very visible double shoulder holster on with a wand in each side. But what really made him stand out was he was dressed like a Muggle, complete with jeans and an old T-shirt with Led Zeppelin on it.
Snape, being his usual git of a self, was making very rude sneers to the new professor who just sat back oblivious as if he were bored, speaking softly back to Flitwick occasionally. Snape opened his mouth and said something, probably something very rude if the look on Flitwick's face was any indication. But still, the new teacher's expression never changed even as he reached his hand forward swiftly and slammed his fist on the table in front of Snape. It was hard enough to shake the entire table and to get every ones attention in the entire hall while Snape wore the expression of just being slapped on his face before he shook it away. Casually, as if nothing happened, the new teacher leaned back into his chair and began talking to Flitwick again. After a few moments when the students realized that nothing else was going to happen, they turned back to their own conversations.
All except for Anthony and Aaron, who were grinning widely at each other while they both checked the Magical Law class at the exact same time. Anyone who could do that to Snape had to be great. "Beats Potions." Said Anthony with a pleased grin on his face, white teeth shining against the dark background of his face as he finished checking the class the same moment the first years were being led in by Professor McGonagal. Each and every one of the first years looked terrified, with the exception of two identical red headed boys who waved over at Anthony before they began to gaze curiously around the hall.
"Speak for yourself. I have to take potions anyways." Aaron said with an ugly frown on his face, a moment later "Damn."
Ch.1
Back to Hogwarts
The class schedules at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry were slightly different for 6th and 7th years thanks to the fact that they actually chose all of the classes to take. On the list included the normal classes of Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, Muggle Studies, Ancient Runes, Arithmancy Astronomy, Divination, Herbology, History of Magic, Defense against the Dark Arts, Care of Magical Creatures, and(the class just about every student always chose) Precision flight. But now there was a new one added to the list, Magical Law. A slightly puzzled looking Anthony Shacklebolt looked over at fellow sixth year Aaron Hill, who was probably all of five foot two inches but by far the larger around of the two. "That's new." Said Anthony, a rather tall and lanky fellow standing at six foot four inches himself and whose skin was as dark as the night. The two of them sat down at the end of the Gryffindor house table and looked over their choices as everyone sat waiting for the first years to arrive.
"You're telling me. But that means there's a new professor." At the mention of a new professor, everyone within earshot turned to look up at the new table. Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, talking back and forth between Professor Snape, the Potions teacher, and a new teacher no one knew. He stuck out for two reasons, one being he had a very visible double shoulder holster on with a wand in each side. But what really made him stand out was he was dressed like a Muggle, complete with jeans and an old T-shirt with Led Zeppelin on it.
Snape, being his usual git of a self, was making very rude sneers to the new professor who just sat back oblivious as if he were bored, speaking softly back to Flitwick occasionally. Snape opened his mouth and said something, probably something very rude if the look on Flitwick's face was any indication. But still, the new teacher's expression never changed even as he reached his hand forward swiftly and slammed his fist on the table in front of Snape. It was hard enough to shake the entire table and to get every ones attention in the entire hall while Snape wore the expression of just being slapped on his face before he shook it away. Casually, as if nothing happened, the new teacher leaned back into his chair and began talking to Flitwick again. After a few moments when the students realized that nothing else was going to happen, they turned back to their own conversations.
All except for Anthony and Aaron, who were grinning widely at each other while they both checked the Magical Law class at the exact same time. Anyone who could do that to Snape had to be great. "Beats Potions." Said Anthony with a pleased grin on his face, white teeth shining against the dark background of his face as he finished checking the class the same moment the first years were being led in by Professor McGonagal. Each and every one of the first years looked terrified, with the exception of two identical red headed boys who waved over at Anthony before they began to gaze curiously around the hall.
"Speak for yourself. I have to take potions anyways." Aaron said with an ugly frown on his face, a moment later "Damn."