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I slam my books down on my desk and spin to Draco who's already sitting in the seat beside me.
"Can you believe that Professor Shurley would ever let Dumbledore bring him in a new assistant?" I question.
"I mean seriously," I said glancing over to Draco doodling in the margin of his book. "No one can top Professor Lupin."
It looks like a heart and letters or something. What is he doing?
I wave my hand in front of his face, "earth to Draco".
He snaps out of his daze while slamming his book shut looking startled.
What's his problem?
"What? I'm not doing anything!" He blurts out, protectively clutching his notebook to his chest.
I take a step back a little startled by his outburst, normally he's calm, cool and collected Draco Malfoy. He's probably sleep deprived due to Gabriel and the twins pranks last night.
His platinum blonde hair is gelled up as usual but a few strands fall into his grey eyes. His normally immaculate robes are slightly crooked and his normal smirk is replaced with a confused expression.
"Are you alright, Drac?" I ask concerned.
It's slightly unnerving seeing him like this.
His startled expression softens and he sighs deeply, "yeah, fine. Just tired."
I sit back down in my seat next to his and open my notebook to prepare to take notes. Despite most people complaints back Professor Shurley his one of my favorite teachers. He is fair in all grades and frankly the way he explains things makes them highly more interesting than they probably actually are. Plus he hates Snape, so that's one thing we have in common.
Fucking Snape, that stupid git. Anyway . . .
Just when I was about to start wondering where Professor Shurley could be, the doors at the back of the room burst open and he waltz' in, his robes billowing behind him. Somehow he always managed to look graceful.
Wish I could do that . . .
"Good afternoon, I hope that all your first days of the term are going well." He tells the class, as he brings himself to the front of the room.
"As you all know, during last night's opening feast, Headmaster Dumbledore announced that our school will be hosting the Triwizard tournament."
Ah yes, that stupid thing. As if this school wasn't dangerous enough every other year. At least this year I'm not "old enough" for anything to be trying to kill me.
"At the end of September, two other wizarding schools will be joining us. Due to this, I have asked the Headmaster to find me a new assistant. There will 2x more students in each class due to this."
So the rumors about him getting an assistant where true. This should be interesting.
"Dumbledore wanted to cancel all of the second-semester classes, but I told him half the school has very important tests to take next year, making it an incredibly stupid idea."
I glance over to see what Draco's making of all of this and he looks just as shocked as I am.
Professor Shurley smirks at the reactions of the class and then glances over his shoulder at the corner of the classroom.
There stands the looming form of Alastor 'Madeye' Moody.
His smirk grows a little sharper.
"Unfortunately my very competent assistant of last year was subject to a terrible illness, perhaps you've heard of it?"
I tense. He wouldn't.
He continues with a deadpan drawl, "it's called the 'stupidity of society' disease, some symptoms include hypocrisy, racism, irrationality, and, of course, utter stupidity. I have an older brother who is also affected by it, so the issue is quite close to me."
I snort, loudly, and the smirk he sends directly my way tells me he knows exactly how I feel about that disease...though I honestly have no idea why he feels the need to rip Michael, he seemed pretty amazing to me.
"Something you may have also caught last night if you were paying even a lick of attention, is that the...lovely gentleman behind me is known as Alastor Moody, he will be assisting me with the more practical lessons throughout the semester."
He is about to continue when a noise sounds from outside. His eye narrow and he stalks over to the door to (i would imagine) to see what the ruckus is.
As soon as he opens the door I spot a can of paint floating just above his head. He steps forward before I can yell a warning.
CLANK, CRASH!
Everyone sits in silent horror, staring at the now hot pink Professor Shurley. He wipes the goop away from his eyes and for a moment when they blink open I would swear they flash a shade of deep crimson, though when he blinks the colour remains the trademark ice blue I know so well…
Weird.
There is another moment's pause, then he turns to Madeye.
"Take over for a minute will you, Alastor, I'll be right back."
He turns to leave the room, but before the door closes we all hear him shout out a fair warning to his prey.
"You better hope you found a better hiding place than the last one Gabriel, because when I get my hands on you, little brother, you'll wish you could call on those pagan friends of yours!"
Gabriel has friends? Huh, who'd have thought?
Authors Note: Hello! Wednesday is here which mean a new chapter! I will try to update every Wednesday if my class load permits it. Hope you enjoy the chapter and pls leave a review they really make my day!