It was a lazy winters day. The sun was trying to shine, but the grey clouds were blocking it out. Tonks sat in the back of Charms, flicking through the morning's edition of The Daily Prophet. The bold headline on the front read: 'Girl, 15, found dead in Hogsmeade'. Tonks was mildly interested in an article in the middle, 'My husband was actually a troll' when a voice called to her.
"Nymphadora Tonks, put that down and pay attention! 20 points from Hufflepuff" said Professor Rigby, the new charms teacher, as Professor Flitwick had mysteriously disappeared just before term began. Tonks didn't like him and got the feeling he didn't like her either. She put down her newspaper and folded her arms. Sandy Dickinson smirked and put up her hand.
"Sir, would you like me too hand out the books?" she asked in her babyish, teacher's pet voice.
"Of course. 10 points to Ravenclaw." he smiled. Sandy got up and picked up the books.
"Some people get points added not taken away, because they're good and not thick." she sneered as she dumped the oldest, most battered book on Tonks' desk.
"Or maybe because they're arse kissers." muttered Tonks. Sandy glared.
"What are Hufflepuff qualities again?" she asked.
"They can throw a damn good hex." Tonks replied. Sandy poured Tonks' ink bottle on the desk and some on Tonks herself.
"Whoops." she said. She fell to the floor in a dramatic fashion.
"Sir! Nymphadora pushed me!" she whimpered. Professor Rigby glanced over.
"Another 20 points. And clear that ink up." he said. Tonks clenched her fists.
"Don't call me Nymphadora." she hissed to Sandy, who was now back in her seat.
"Nymphadora, Nymphadora, Nympha- " Sandy broke off as a bat bogey hex hit her in the face.
"Nymphadora Tonks detention! 5 o'clock in my office!"
Tonks groaned. She was going to miss Quidditch. Again.
A/N: This first chapter's a bit short, but I shall update soon!