It was the first day of classes, and Maya was very nervous. She was dressed in a pair of white shorts, a yellow hoodie, her heart locket, and her bronze hair pulled back just above her ears, with a large, ornamental sunflower. Maya'd already checked herb first class, seventh years, Gryffindors and Slytherins. She had magicked tea and cookies on her fine, white china on each desk. She was anxiously waiting at her desk, in front of a big blackboard that covered most of the wall behind her. Right now, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were walking the familiar route to the Defence against the Dark Arts room. They stopped, dumbfounded, at the open door. Outside the door, there was a sunflower in a brown, clay pot and a bright yellow welcome mat.
Ron shook his head, "Off their rocker, this one," As soon as they stepped in the classroom they were assaulted by delightful smells, apples, warm, gooey cookies and refreshing lavender. A beautiful witch with blue eyes and a strange bronze-coloured hair smiling warmly at them.
"Hello," She said, though it was more like singing, her voice was pleasant and musical. Ron looked like he was about to drool out of his open mouth. Harry wasn't sure whether it was the witch, or the scent of inviting cookies.
"Take any seat, and help yourself to the tea and cookies." Harry and Ron sat at the first table, there was a small,china plate with cookies , chocolate chip cookies. Hermione came rushing through the door, to the DADA teacher's desk.
"I'm so sorry, I hope I'm not late-" The professor laughed a tinkling peal of laughter, so inviting that Harry himself almost joined in.
"Don't fret, dear, you're actually early," She gestured to the all most empty classroom, Hermione stalked over to the vacant seat next to Harry. She dropped her book bag and practically fell into the chair.
"Hey, 'Mione, are you okay?" Ron asked worriedly. The new teacher, Miss Jason, as on her desk, was glancing at Hermione nervously. Harry looked closely at Hermione for himself; her hair looked particularly bushy, her robes strewn haphazardly on her body her laces undone.
"Does it look like I'm okay?" snapped Hermione. At that precise moment Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini walked through the doorway laughing. The Slytherins barely took notice of Harry, Ron and Hermione. After last year, it seemed that they were all on the same side, at peace. Maybe in the sense of dark witches of wizards, but probably not in the truth that Slytherins and Gryffindors just didn't get along. Next through the threshold, was Ginny and one of her friends. Miss Jason was fidgeting at her desk as she waited for the rest of the class to arrive. When all the class had filed in, Miss Jason began talking.
"Hello, my name is Miss Jason. But please, call me Maya; Miss Jason makes me feel old." She let out another heavenly giggle. "So I don't know names but how about you each take a turn to tell me your names, and what you'd like to learn in DADA this year. You may begin," She looked at Malfoy and smiled. Obviously she had no idea who he was.
"Draco Malfoy, how to become an animagus," he smirked and lipped his white blond hair over his shoulder. Maya looked as though she were suppressing giggles. The rest of the class went, and then Maya stood up once again and tapped the chalkboard. Neat, yellow, letters appeared making the word MASH. Maya beamed at the classes bewildered stares.
"This, my dears, is a muggle game that I'm rather fond of," she continued brightly," MASH." Most of the class was looking puzzled, including Harry, what was MASH? Hermione's hand flew up and Maya nodded and smiled.
"Exactly how," she sneered, Maya's smile disappeared very quickly, "Is a paper game going to help us if we're fighting a loose deatheater?" Harry was shocked, never, not ever, had he witnessed Hermione speak so rudely to a teacher. Maya's eyes welled up with tears so quickly it was alarming, her lip quivered.
Her voice broke as she spoke. "W-well, M-miss-"Maya did not mange to choke out the rest of her sentence for she'd fallen on to the ground; fainted. The oddest thing was, Malfoy was giving Hermione a glare so intense that by all physical rights, Hermione should be in a very deep grave. What put Harry beyond words was when Malfoy rushed up to the front of the classroom and picked up Maya's petite frame. Her dark skin had paled considerably; her bronze hair was sticking to her pallid face. Malfoy was now running out the door, with some classmates trailing behind. Hermione was fuming, and muttering. "Godforsaken princess... fainting..." Those were the same mutterings that continued until McGonagall walked briskly into the classroom.
"Who, and do not lie, caused Miss Jason to faint?" she said firmly. Everyone looked around nodded, and all the class pointed directly at Hermione.
"Bu-but Professor I only asked a question-"McGonagall looked as if she had just been told she was to die in minutes. McGonagall began to walk out of the classroom.
"50 points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger, I shall leave your punishment to Miss Jason. This is now a free period, do whatever you may." She left. Ron was looking Hermione disgustedly.
"That was pretty rude you know, just because she didn't bore us to death with a lecture, doesn't mean she'll be rubbish." The remainder of the class seemed to have the same idea; deadly glares were coming in at Hermione from all sides. Even Harry was almost glaring himself, it wasn't a very respectable thing to do, making your teacher faint, first try. Hermione now, was looking a bit worried, Harry was sure she hadn't done it intentionally.
"What? I didn't do it purposely!" Hermione said indignantly to the many glares from her classmates. Suddenly, without warning, Maya re-entered the classroom, still edgy, with Malfoy still walking cautiously behind her. Maya's twinkling eyes seemed to have stopped sparkling, and she was looking rather weak.
"So, Miss Granger," said Maya silkily, "What do you think is a fair punishment?"Maya's bright blue had turned into icy blue chips, her lips pursed. Malfoy had already returned to his seat, doodling on a stray piece of parchment.
"A month of detention?" asked Hermione timidly. Maya was wrapped up in her hood looking coldly at Hermione.
"So be it. You will be at my office every Saturday, eight sharp." Maya's eyes captured the warmth again as she looked upon the rest of the class. They were sitting at their seats, listening to Maya attentively.
"This is now a free period, farewell." The class walked up to the door, and trickled slowly out. And Harry could have sworn that when Hermione passed Maya, Maya had a sinister glimmer of red in her usually blue eyes.
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