After Jinx had sat down, she couldn't stop wondering if the person teaching her were Kingston.
The teacher had the same lanky build and the same white-blonde hair. Though he hadn't smiled all through class, which Jinx wasn't all that surprised about, she could tell that he probably had white teeth. Same facial features. Almost.
There was a scar from the top of his right cheek to the corner of his mouth.
Jinx raked her mind all through class with the same questions- why did she bother caring about whether or not this was Kingston? She hadn't even told him her name yet. It's not like it was all that shocking if it were- he probably didn't remember her. She almost started to laugh. That morning had been when she'd finally snapped about the stupid dress code.
"I will not be made to change the way I look because a bunch of high strung idiots think that 'natural' is so one dimensional." Before Hermoine could say anything, she had changed her hair back and refused to let anyone else touch it.
"You have to admit, Hermoine," Harry had chuckled, "It matches her more than anything else in the world would."
R I N G.
Jinx snapped awake. The bell. She had just zoned out.Grabbing her things, she shouldered her bag and waited for Hermoine at the door, who had decided to ask the new teacher about the plan for the rest of the year.
"Planning on running away again, Cinderella?" She heard a familiar voice ask lazily.
"Well, now that you mention it-" before she could even finish the sentence, King had grabbed her arm and was staring at her.
"Okay," he said, smirking. "I finally caught you. Three wishes, right?"
Jinx laughed- the guy had a way of making the stupidest things sound hilarious. "Um, sorry, I'm not a leprachaun. Or a genie for that matter. But you should try that mouse-looking kid with the white-blonde hair. Deadly pale, always sneering. Can't miss him."
"Fine then, at least tell me your name."
Hermoine had finally come out once he'd said that and was tugging Jinx along, muttering about being late and needing to get to their next class. "Looks like you'll have to wait," she called, smirking, over her shoulder, as Hermoine complained about how the teacher wouldn't tell her what the lesson was going to be.
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"Hermoine, he probably just doesn't have it planned out yet," Jinx said for the thousandth time. Hermoine had been talking about how their Social Studies teacher had been the only teacher not to tell them what was going to be coming up. All day, up until Study Hall, she'd heard the SAME PROBLEM repeated... and repeated... and repeated... AND REPEATED... over and over with bigger words, longer sentences, and rephrased meanings. All of it led back to the main sentence:
"HE IS SO INCOMPETENT!" Honestly, Jinx had decided that she had nothing against the guy. After that first blow out, he'd left her alone. In fact, he seemed to like Hermoine, who was the only one who was enthusiastic about the class- everyone else hadn't even fiend interest. These points, like the first point ("He probably just doesn't have it planned out yet") had been repeated to Hermoine every time she brought the topic up. By now even Harry and Ron, who didn't seem to like the teacher for some reason, agreed with Jinx- there was absolutely nothing to be mad about.
"It's just the philosophy of the thing!" She grumbled, stacking more of her books up on her desk. "He should have his lesson planned out already! It should be down! Finished! READY! He should have been prepared for the question!"
"Honestly, Hermoine, I'd prefer he not have it planned," Jinx said, leaned back in her chair and closing her eyes to ignore Hermoines unbelieving stare. "Then I have less work and he has less papers to grade- it's a win-win thing."
"Jinx! We're supposed to be learning here! How are we supposed to learn with a teacher who doesn't even know what he'll be teaching for the next year?!"
"Hermoine." Fred grabbed her by the shoulders. "Calm down, already. Personally, I think that he teaches the most boring subject here- the mirror image of History of Magic. Did you pay attention THEN, Hermoine? I mean, did you honestly care about the next lesson then?"
Jinx groaned. "You had to go there, didn't you, Fred? Just had to."
She had barely finished speaking before Hermoine blew up.
"Fred! Of course I cared about the lessons then! How can you say something like that? You didn't care? I mean, not that that's not to be expected from YOU, but still, I mean, how can you just go around saying blatant things like that? What if you were the teacher-"
George grabbed Fred by the back of his shirt before he could totally pass out. "Me? Teacher? Hermoine, LISTEN TO YOURSELF! This school is driving you insane!"
Hermoine just turned away and buried herself in another book, bustling to write notes. Jinx rolled her eyes and shouldered her bag- she had better things to do than sit around and listen to Fred try to talk sense into Hermoine, whom clearly wanted nothing to do with the word 'sense' at the moment. "See you all later," she mumbled, standing and walking out the door. Down the hall, she walked up and down the corridors, frustrated that she STILL couldn't find the bathroom. "Two days, and still no sight of a ruddy bathroom," she mumbled under her breath, still searching for a bathroom.
An instant before he grabbed her from behind, she knew he was there. But an instant wasn't soon enough to stop it.
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"LET ME GO," she shouted, still struggling. She had no idea who had grabbed her, clamped a hand over her mouth and dragged her outside, but he was pretty strong to keep up this long without her teeth tearing him to shreds, in nothing else. "Who the hell are you to grab me?"
A laugh. And she knew who it was instantly. "Kingston? Kingston, let go of me RIGHT NOW, or I will tear your liver out with my teeth, I swear."
Finally letting her go, King laughed and spun her around to face him. Jinx, disheveled and irritated, glared at him. "Sorry, Cinderella, but I needed to make sure you didn't run away this time without so much as a glass slipper." Brushing a few strands of white-blonde hair out of his face, he beamed, blinding her again. "But now that that's settled, can you please tell me your name?"
"And why would you care to know my name, Knight in Shining Tinfoil?"
"So I can stalk you back to your dorm room and kidnap your friends."
Jinx rolled her eyes. "Very educated."
King laughed. "By this schools standards, yes, but that's against the point."
"I refuse to tell you until you tell me why you want to know."
"But I just did- it's not my fault you didn't want to except the answer."
Jinx rolled her eyes. "Fine then. My name is Alexandra Brutice."
"Tell me the truth."
"Tell me the truth."
King rolled his eyes, but obliged. "Okay, maybe I find you funny and would like to get to know you. I cannot get to know you without knowing your name, Cinderella."
Jinx rolled her eyes again, but smiled. "My, have you got a way with words."
"So I've been told."
Jinx opened her mouth the say her name, but instead of her name, she shouted a curse. Someone had just tackled her.
"Hey- what- get off of her-" she could hear King trying to pry whoever had tackled her off and smiled. For someone she had just met, he was actually really rather nice- it was nice knowing that people cared whether or not you got tackled.
"My God! Stop trying to pull me off already- I know her!" Jinx turned over to look into the angry eyes of Ron.
"Ron? RON! Get off of me! Why do you look so irritated? RON GET OFF!" Ron stumbled off of her, and, before she could say anything else, got a single sentence out:
"HERMOINE'S GOING ON A DATE WITH A MUGGLE!!!!"
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DUN DUN DUN!!!! Heh heh, as I promised, folks- soon, better written, longer.