Author's note: All you Hooch fans out there don't kill me! I just had a thought on why her eyes are like that! I know a lot of you won't agree with me, but please don't kill me!!!

Rolanda Hooch hurried to her Potions class.

'Please make him sick today, please make him sick today', she silently prayed as she opened the door to the class. Unfortunately the stars were not kind to her today.

"Ms. Hooch, how nice of you to finally join us", Professor Walton sneered. "We were afraid we'd have to get by without your Illustrious personally." The Slytherins in the class laughed, the Ravenclaws looked away.

"Sit down Ms. Hooch or I will be forced to take off points from Ravenclaw."

Rolanda sat in her seat angry and didn't say a word until the end of the lesson. When the bell rang she was about to leave when Professor Walton stopped her.

"Ms. Hooch, a word if you may?" It was more of an order than a request. Professor Walton was in his late sixties, with short gray hair, a beard and mustache. His eyes were a harsh brown and his features sharp and precise. He was tall and well built and currently towering over one nervous Ravenclaw.

Rolanda Hooch was fairly tall for her age, she was in her final year at Hogwarts, she had long cascading silky black hair, but the main attraction where her eyes. They were an odd combination of green and brown that gave a yellow shade. Many would call her 'Cat' or 'Xiomara' as a nickname, saying that her eyes made her look like her pet cat Xiomara.

"Ms. Hooch, I have to say you are disappointing me once again." Professor Walton said pacing. "This tardiness in inexcusable!"

"But Professor-"

"But what? Why is it you keep coming late to my class? Whatever it is, is it more important than Potions?" He asked dangerously.

"No sir", she said quietly.

"Now you were saying why you were late", he said taking a seat. He sat behind his desk, leaning back, but never relaxed.

"I… I had a late practice last night and… And my alarm clock-"

"Excuses excuses!" Professor Walton snapped. "Someone needs to teach you the facts of life right now, girl! If you are late for class once more I will give you so much detention you won't have time to practice Quidditch!"

"And I bet you'd love that", she muttered.

"What's that?" He asked dangerously.

"Nothing, sir", she said, eyeing him angrily. "May I be excused now?"

Without waiting she turned her back on him and left the room. She shut the door hard after her, but it did not succeed in blocking Professor Walton's voice out:

"Fifty points from Ravenclaw! And you now have detention tonight!"

-END PART ONE-

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