Okay, today I was probably voted the most hated person in the school for what I did.
I made the little insuferable brats write a paper! And really, they had it coming, it was only a matter of time, karma and all that.
The paper they had to write wasn't even long, they just made it seem that way by whining, and sarcasm (which I think might have been some of my fault, I mean, c'mon, I'm with them how many hours a day?).
They wrote about anything they could think about when they thought about music, which really is an easy topic. I even gave them the entire day to work on it.
I haven't decided what I like more, movie days or work days. Right now it's a tie, I don't do much unless they ask a question.
Anyways, today Harry asked a question. Before I start on that, let me just give you my evaluation on Harry:
He's nice, obsessed with the 'forces of pure evil', which all revolve around either Professor Snape or Malfoy of course, and during class he passes notes, which starts to get on my nerves.
Also, he has great messy hair. An obvious plus, which leaves his score as a 10 out of 10. Sorry, great messy hair clears all negative points.
Moving forward, he raised his hand, I called on him, (like we didn't see that coming), and he asked me, "Why are we doing this? What does music have to do with anything?"
The first question I answered right away, I was waiting for someone to ask it. "Oh, just that jolt you guys gave me yesterday. It's obvious you all are trying to give me a heart attack, so I decided while I'm alive I'll give you hand cramps."
They laughed. I waited, and continued: "Well, music is what got me through. It gave me something to, to want to do, and not told to do. Harry, it's probably the same with you and Quidditch."
Harry started, waking up since I called his name and his messy messy hair falling into his eyes, but he smiled and nodded, getting my just.
I looked around. "Neville, it's like you and Herbology." He, like Harry, jumped (probably a little higher) and turned beat red as he smiled.
"Parvarti, it's like you and...you and..." I couldn't think of anything besides boys and make-up for her.
She did a little giggle, almost sending me into a puke. "Oh, like me and baton twirling."
"What?" I asked, swearing I didn't just hear that.
"I said, 'like me and Divination'."
Sorry guys, lack of sleep does things to you. Besides, I could see Parvarti waving a little stick and wearing a bright pink little dressy thingy going, '5-6-7-8, Who do we appreciate?'
I nodded, approving this a little better. "Yeah, like that. In fact, since this is my first class, how about you guys write about what you enjoy, why you enjoy, all that jazz. Is that better?" I asked.
An uproar of talking. I'll take that as a yes.
"I'm going to write about Quidditch!" (Harry)
"I'm going to write about books!" (Hermione maybe?)
"I'm going to write about the complex infastructure of the human mind and all of the ways we penetrate fear!"
God help me when I grade that one.
Since I have nothing better to fill these pages with, why don't I give you the load-down on what I think of other people:
Hermione: Nice, tough, smart (unbelievably), could use a little something I call 'sarcasm', and overall is doing her best at everthing. That is what I respect about her most, not to mention she makes me feel incredibly stupid.
Neville: The most timid guy I know. End of story. Great herbologist, from what I hear, but not to good at singing. Oh, well, we can't all be good.
The Twins: Where to start? Too funny, make you laugh, and surprsingly they love my class (from what I hear, let me remind you. Kids don't just go up to you and say, "I LOVE THIS CLASS!" otherwise they'll get called teacher's pet.)
Ginny: Ultimately one of my best friends right now. She's a strong singer, not a magnificent, but she has a good ear so she is (usually) in tune. She, besides professor Folly, hangs out with me the most.
Peeves: Just wait, sunny-boy, your day is coming. I will get you back! (Eventually!)