Disclaimer: Nope, Nope none of it mine(well except the plot of course)! It's all theirs (points at JKR and JW)
A/N: Welcome to the new and improved third chapter!! Finally you will be able to see italics! Yayyyy!! I finallly got up off my lazy butt to fix this chapter. I'm really sorry about the indenting and spacing. I don't know how to indent with HTML. Sooo...enjoy!
The Gryffindors entered the DADA classroom chattering excitedly.
"Did you see her? She looked too young to be a teacher!" exclaimed Lavender.
"She hasn't had any formal magical training either." Said Hermione with a touch of coolness in her voice. Ron shot her an evil look.
Harry and Ron chose seats at the very front of the class, directly in front of Professor Rosenberg's desk. Since Hermione didn't want to be separated from them, she took the seat next to Ron.
Soon the Slytherins trickled in laughing and talking. Malfoy grumbled how Snape was supposed to have the DADA job next. Yeah, so he could have another class that he was favored in. Harry thought angrily. He gave Malfoy a cold glare, while Draco sneered at him. His two bodyguards, Crabbe and Goyle, took their seats with him at the very rear of the classroom. Five minutes later Willow rushed in, while the Slytherins snickered about her being late.
"Sorry about that class." she said huffing and puffing. "Didn't expect the stair cases to change on me like that." she smiled at the pupils sitting in front of her.
"For those of you who don't know, My name is Willow Rosenberg." Well duh. Thought Hermione. Dumbledore did announce her name in front of the entire school.
"I am eighteen years old, and I come from America." she continued. "I lived as a muggle for all of my life, so you'll have to excuse me if I sound a little ignorant. I never went to a school of witchcraft and wizardry. I never had a wand, robes, or a pointed hat. All that I know now I have learned by instinct, and from books." Hermione was aghast. A teacher who didn't use a wand, and never had robes? What kind of strange teacher was she?
"I have learned about the dark arts mainly through personal experience. However, you can't learn everything by experience. There are some things that must be learnt by books." Well at least she got that part right. Thought Hermione. As if on cue every student pulled out his or her Defense Against The Dark Arts book.
"Oh no, no. You won't be needing that," said Willow looking around the class. "and you won't be needing those either." she said looking at Ron's wand lying on the table. Her pupils gave her a quizzical look.
"Today's lesson," she said with a grin, "is on Magic Without Wands." A low murmur spread throughout the class. Magic Without Wands? Thought Ron. What the heck is that?
"Now I'll need someone to demonstrate." she said looking about the class. Nearly every boy in the class shot their hand up. Malfoy didn't, of course, and his tagalongs didn't understand what she meant.
"You." she said pointing straight at Ron. "Ron wasn't it?" Ron could barely nod he was grinning so madly. Of course she had to choose him. Hermione thought angrily.
"You'll need your wand for this." Willow told Ron. He grabbed his wand and stood at the front of the class.
"Go stand at that end." she told him, and he did as she said.
"Now," she said speaking to the students, "Suppose I was a Dark Wizard, and I was fighting Ron here. It would only take one simple spell...Expellimarus!" She shouted pointing her wand at Ron. His wand whizzed through the air and struck her neatly between the eyes. The entire class laughed, and she laughed along with them.
"You'll have to excuse me." she told them "I'm not used to a wand." She picked up Ron's wand off the ground and continued with her lecture."
"So suppose I was a Dark Wizard...er...I guess I'd be a witch not a wizard wouldn't I?" she laughed at her feeble joke. "Anyway, Ron you would be completely defenseless now wouldn't you?"
"Er..I guess so." he told her.
"Right," she said "now we are going to learn how do defend ourselves without using a wand. This is important to learn, especially in this kind of situation." she said showing the class how she now had two wands.
"Now Ron," she said speaking to him again "call for your wand." Ron gave his Professor a questioning look.
"Okay um...wand." he said. Nothing happened.
"Oh you're going to have to try harder than that!" she told him. "Order it to you!"
"Okay...umm...WAND!" he cried. One of the wands in Willow's hands wobbled slightly and fell onto to the floor.
"Very good!" she told him. "For a beginner, anyway." Ron blushed as she handed him back his wand, and he sat in his seat.
"Now none of you are going to be very good to begin with, you'll need lots of practice. I just want to show you how good you could be...I'll need another volunteer." Once again nearly every boy in the class raised his hand. "Um...you over there." she said pointing to Neville. He stood up and made his way towards the front of the class.
"Now then, try hitting me with the leg-locking curse." Neville nervously pointed his wand at the Professor. It would look really bad if he blew up the new teacher. He said the words and a jet of blue light shot from his wand heading straight towards Willow. She simply held up her hand and the light froze in mid-air. Next the blue stream turned around and headed towards Neville. His legs immediately stuck together. She walked over towards him and waved her hands over his legs while whispering a few words. Suddenly his legs sprang apart again. The whole class applauded.
"That was so cool!" said Harry. Hermione didn't look as thrilled. Hmph that wasn't that special. A simple reflection charm would do that. She thought to herself. Next cups began floating through the air and sat themselves down in front of each student. "Now what I want you to try," Professor Rosenberg told them, "Is to try to knock over the cup without your hands or your wands. You may place your fingers as close to the cups as you want, but you may not physically touch the glass. For some people it works best if they stare straight at the cup without blinking and command the cup to tip over. For others, it is better if they close their eyes and wish the cup to tip over. For others still, they cannot do this type of magic, and can only use their wands. You may begin now." The class was deadly silent as each person tried their best to make their cup tip over.
Harry closed his eyes and begged his cup to fall, and then he opened them silently yelling at it. Nothing happened. For ten minutes the class was still, and nothing could be heard. Suddenly there was a loud clang, as someone's cup fell onto the ground. The cup that had been sitting in front of Ron Weasley, was now rolling slightly on the floor.