*I do not own the rights to Doctor Who or Harry Potter
John was very confused. Mr. Binns had explained, very briefly, about the Four Founders of Hogwarts. John was not used to being confused. It was a new feeling. Every once in a while, John would raise his hand, finding that information would often contradict each other. It obviously made Mr. Binns annoyed, but John needed the 'A'.
John sat next to Clara, who seemed lost in thought, and every few minutes would write something in her notebook. John wrote anything he learned, and tried to find the facts that seemed viable.
When history was over, John talked to Clara.
"So, did you like class?"
"No," Clara replied simply.
"Yeah, Professor Binns was a bit boring."
Clara cracked a smile. "Yeah, I was just kinda lost in thought, you see my mum died of a sickness. Weeks I was at her side until-"
John didn't understand why she was telling him this. He didn't have great social skills. "Well, um, sorry?
If anything, Clara looked worse. "Thanks." Clara walked a bit faster, and left John to walk himself to Herbology.
Herbology was too easy. They pulled weeds that could kill, and simply talked about plants. John's father had made sure that he knew about herbology, since apparently it was something his father was passionate about. John however, did not share his father's enthusiasm. But, he knew a lot anyway, and by the end of class, he had gained Gryffindor ten points.
Next up came potions, a class John was particularly excited for. Potions seemed complicated, but fun as well. However, John had heard of professor Snape, who apparently was not too bright toward Gryffindors. Luckily though, John had potions with Hufflepuffs, and not Slytherins, whom Snape seemed to favor.
John got the class, and sat near the middle of the classroom. He wanted to be close enough to see the teacher, but not close enough to be ridiculed. John prepared everything, and kept a straight posture, and a blank face.
Professor Snape pushed on the door, and it flew open. His cape billowed around him. He was definitely not one to be messed with.
"There will be no silly wand waving I this class. For those of you who have the decency to pay attention in class, I can teach you to bewitch the mind, and even out a stopper on death," Snake spoke with more of a monotone than Binns, and John was very intrigued as to how he did it.
John payed the closest attention in class. Snape kept talking, but John was fast, and was able to catch every word. He kept his notes shirt and precise. John was starting to like Snape's methods of teaching, even though they seemed a bit cruel. Snape reminded John of someone…
Instantly, and image of an old man with grey hair popped up in John's head. He was the same man in John's dream the night before.
'My name is the Doctor, and I save people.' The man, presumably the Doctor said this, but he said it with hope, as if he were trying to to change himself.
"Smith!" A sharp voice yelled.
"Would you care to explain why you were not paying attention while I was teaching?" Snape asked, his chest heaving.
"I was thinking, sir."
"Thinking of what exactly?"
"The potion of memory."
"And why would you be thinking of a potion that you will not be studying until two years, when you already have a task assigned?"
"I seem to have forgotten something," John snapped back.
The professor came up to John, his eyes piercing into John's. "Have a sense of humor now, eh? 15 points from Gryffindor." Snape turned away.
"That's not what I meant…sir."
"And what exactly was it that you meant?" Snape was probably considering forms of torture by now.
"I mean, I forgot to remind you that by adding in the lilly gop's tongue, we were ruining the potion-"
"WHAT?"
"And," John continued, "you were just testing us to what our skill level was in your class."
Snape heaved. "You with soon learn Smith some respect, and your place in my class." Snape turned and glared at all the students. "CLASS DISMISSED!"
All the students rushed out of their seats, and head for the door, hoping to escape with their lives.
And John didn't care, because he knew he was right.
Since I made some chapters ahead of time, I'm thinking of making 'Tales of the Forgotten' a daily series. Yay!