As we got back to Hogwarts, a few students came out to greet us. The Weasley twins were at the head of the crowd. Fred and George were nice guys, if a little eccentric.
Loved to prank people. They never caused any real damage, to my knowledge.
Fred bounded up to me, staring at the hole in the arm of my uniform. I had requested it not be fixed, as a sort of battle-scar. A little red badge. The blood was still there, too.
"This the arm?" he asked.
George smacked him on the back of the head.
"'Course it is, you big dummy!"
"How'd it feel, Garry?" Fred asked, rubbing his head.
"It hurt." I replied.
"How much?" Asked George.
"A lot, I don't know, you want me to shoot you, so you can find out?" I jokingly suggested.
"RON! Get out here!" George yelled.
Ron walked out of the castle.
"Holy hell, what happened?" he asked, seeing my arm.
"I got shot." I replied.
"With a gun?" he asked.
"No, with a knife." George said, rolling his eyes.
"Guys, if you don't mind, I've got class." I said, waving them out of my way.
As Anne and I walked into our Defense Against The Dark Arts class, already in process, Moody was giving a speech.
"So, you see, students-"
He stopped, noticing me.
"It seems we have a celebrity in the class!" He exclaimed.
The whole class stared at me. I waved nervously.
"THIS is why we have this class. Self-defense, young ones, is a very important thing. Come here, Mister Jones. Show off your scars."
I walked to the front of the class sheepishly, Anne headed to her seat. Moody pulled up my sleeve, showing off the scar from the bullet.
"Now, Mister Jones here has been shot with a Muggle weapon. There had been a prior shot in the air. Mister Jones and his dance partner, Miss Emery, had not dropped to the floor, as every other student had. That's a lovely dress, by the way, Miss Emery."
Anne blushed from her seat.
"Now, while this lack of expected action may seem foolish, downright stupid, some might say, I was at the event. Mister Jones was instinctively reaching for a weapon. Unfortunately, he didn't have one. But he showed a bravery I have failed to see in most students these days. Mister Jones here was trying to take action, rather than run away like a coward."
He struck his cane on the ground.
"See how he doesn't flinch at that noise? The mark of a trained professional!"
Suddenly, he swung the cane at me. I instinctively raised my arm, and the cane broke against it.
"Incredible!" Moody shouted.
"That hurt, sir." I said, rubbing my arm.
"I'm sure my cane took more damage than your arm, Mister Jones." He laughed.
"May I sit down, sir?" I asked.
"You may, Mister Jones." he replied.
I took my seat next to Anne.
"Are you okay?" she whispered.
"I'm fine." I replied.
"NO TALKING IN MY CLASS!" Moody roared, not even looking at us.
Everyone was silent the rest of the class.
