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SO here is Chapter 24 ( obviously) I am writing this in a hurry seeing as i have to get up at five tomorrow morning to go for a hike and it is almost 12... So i have to hurry! :D
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Chapter 24
I walked into the not-so-booky library for the second time that day and this time I could honestly say I felt a lot more prepared for what had to come, no that does not mean that I am skipping around singing all these jolly songs, I guess it was still far too early for that, well sort of anyway. I wandered around the large room that was completely empty except for one table and chair, which I am going to go on a whim and say is not for me. I pocketed my wand, not wanting to cause any harm to any objects or human beings, and just practiced my wrist movements. I checked the grandfather clock every few minutes- yes, I was early, again ( How strange)- waiting for the loud bangs to fill the room and that the time for my greatness had arrived. The clock read that I still had five minutes until I was supposed to actually be here. Hmm, I am not too sure about you, but all the anticipation was really annoying. I kept on pacing up and done the room, lost in my own thoughts, until the sound of quick coming footsteps was heard from the passage, I watched the door, waiting for my teacher to walk in and sure enough she did. She was a tall woman with blond hair tied up into a tight bun, she was probably I her late fifties and had frown lines on her forehead, so all in all a real party person… NOT!
She glared at me for a moment when she noticed me and I could already tell that we were going to get on swimmingly.
" You shouldn't have entered the examination room before you were instructed to do so." She said strictly and I froze.
I didn't know I wasn't allowed in here, otherwise I wouldn't have been in here ( Without her knowing anyway). No one said that I couldn't , not Mrs. Potter, Hermione Professor Covey-
Talking about which, why wasn't she here! Honestly, I would rather take the wacko one than the one who looked as though she swallowed a lemon. I didn't think that I would ever say this but, I want Professor Covey, anyway I would just have to do with this lady.
I put on a sweet smile and opened my mouth to apologize, but she already beat me to it, " Smiling? While I am reprimanding you? That would place you as arrogant in my books."
I stared at her in shock.
WHAT THE-
"Excuse me?" I asked, absolutely confused.
She looked at me as though I was stupid ( Yupp, you read right! ME! THEE AURORA, STUPID? PUH-LEASE), " It is simple English, Ms. Aurora and now if you don't mind I would not like to spend any more time here than necessary, so let's get started."
I nodded, agreeing with her. Not for getting started but rather her staying here. She walked over across the room briskly, slammed her books down on the table and paused before talking to me again.
"The name is Professor Hughes, not anything else. I teach Transfiguration," Well, there goes my second favorite subject, "which you will see if you get into Hogwarts."
She said the last part with a sneer, which I could help but imagine being bashed in.
No, Aurora, you must stay calm and collected. Beating up your teaches will not make you to popular with the staff.
I agreed with myself ( who wouldn't) and just smiled, not that this did me any good the last time.
She just turned to her pile of papers and looked through them, "Big-headed aren't you?"
I resisted the urge to glare at her and tried to breathe through my nose and not open my mouth, my wand isn't the only thing that could cause harm here, you know.
She turned back to me and motioned me to stand in front of her, I did so not want to give her- or me- any reason to say something. I stood there for a moment unsure of what I should do, so I waited for further instructions . She stared at me for a moment before getting impatient and saying, " Well, take out your wand or do you want me to do it for you."
You didn't tell me to take out my wand, I wanted to scream at her, but I didn't… Damn my restraint needs to be rewarded and soon. I know! My reward could be Professor Covey or Hermione or- anyone, I wasn't picky.
I stuffed my hand into the pocket of my jeans and extracted my wacky wand…
HEY!
Maybe I could-
Oh, but I shouldn't-
But, it would be so relieving-
NO! I could not go all wacky wand on her, not matter how nice it sounded. Although, any accidents that could 'accidently' happen can't exactly be blamed on me, could it? Hmm, tough question.
I just looked at her in the eyes and tried not to list all the pros and cons in my head about what injuries might be inflicted upon both her and me if i were to follow though with my palns... OH, that sounds sinister.
MWAHAHAHAHA...
Okay, moment over ( for now).
" Now, I don't supposed that you are aware of the fact that your meeting with the Headmistress has been moved to tomorrow due to the fact that they think you might be a little, " She paused and looked over me with distaste (HEY!), " tired. So instead you will do your practicals and your potion practical now and your interview tomorrow morning. Do you understand?"
I stared her full on, " Yes, Professor."
She nodded and carried on, " Now, we will get back to business. Stand there on that mark and we will be starting with Charms."
I walked over and stood on the neon orange cross on the floor and turned towards her with a smirk on my face, Charms was a piece of cake...
Ohhh, cake! I could do with a nice piece of chocolate cake-
NO! BAD AURORA! CONCERNTRATE!
"Again with the conceited-ness," She shook her head and turned to the list in her claw-like hands, "First spell, you shall be given an apple and are to work with that, one that makes objects float or move."
The spell popped into my head and though I was 100 % sure that I was correct, I still had to decide whether or not I wanted to give Professor Hughes a piece of my wacky wand. I spent an average of three seconds debating about it until I gave up and preformed the spell to the best of my ability – although, slightly wishing my wand would do a little different, if you catch my drift (wink, wink).
I waved my wand and the apple floated high up into the air and I saw Professor Hughes write something down, good hopefully. When she turned to me, I looked up at her and grinned sweetly to which she only glared. What a beautiful friendship we have.
And so on and so on we went, she would ask a for a spell and I would give it to her confidently, she would just purse her lips and write something down (whether that was good or bad, I dont know), after an hour we moved on to Transfiguration which went by just as well, although I did have one little issue with my wand when it came to turning my slug invisible. My wand shot out of my hand and into the air, missing The Lady's head by an inch, she had to duck in order to survive the deadly piece of wood and I received a whole lecture towards the end, thanks wand. Not that I thought it could have gotten worse, 'cause it did. It was after twenty minutes of a lecture that I was allowed to go and collect my want from its' claimed sanctuary… Only one small problem, my wand had turned invisible. I am not even sure if that is magicaly possible, but you know my wand it was special, like me ( NO SNIGGERING).
We were only able to find my ABSOLUTELY, WONDERFUL, AMAZING ( not) wand after a full thirty minutes. I don't know when was the last time you had to search under bookshelves and among the corners of a room for something invisible, but let me tell you this:
IT IS BORING, ANNOYING, EMBARRASSING AND COMPLETELY AWKWARD!
I tried to avoid Professor Hughes glares during the time, so that led to a more mortifying situations. Once I had relocated my wand ( not much help from Lemon Lady) , we had gotten down to business again, this time on Defense Against the Dark Arts, my most favorite subject. I was done with it quickly(with no incidences) and before I knew it, I was sitting in front of my cauldron and was adding my ingredients to my Forgetfulness potion , how fitting. My palms were sweating so much I was absolutely terrified that the sweat might drop into my potion and explode, like all those other times with Mr. Malfoy… Shame, he knows from first hand experiences my disastrous potion-making skills ( WHAT SKILLS!)
I looked down at my finished product and was happy to say that it looked like it was vaguely the same color as Mr. Malfoys was…
Don't judge me! Not everyone has those awesome potion making skills, I could barely tell you the difference between the Sleeping Draught of Death and the Wolfsbane potion, and that my dear friend is actually very dangerous. Just saying.
I looked down at my potion and saw a small bubbles starting to form towards the edge of the cauldron and I could feel panic raise in my stomach. I grabbed my quill and excused myself from the room, saying that I was finished –which I was- but more for not wanting to be in there when my potion went haywire -which it will. Professor Hughes bid me goodbye- okay she didn't, she walked right past me and just inclined her head a bit, but I was trying to make her sound nice ( impossible feat) . I dragged myself up the stairs, thankful for the lack of human inhabitants there seemed to be in the house, I threw down my quill somewhere in my OH-SO- Tidy room and collapsed on my bed, closing my eyes, absolutely exhausted.
SOOOO?
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