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Chapter 8: The First Classes
Ron looked at her and nodded, staring, "Yes, yes I guess we do."
As everyone was too busy staring at Moona on the balcony, no one
noticed that Pigwidgeon flew out of the open door.
Colin Creevy walked though the door, camera in hand nose pointed toward
the ceiling.
"Was that your owl Ron?" he asked, looking behind him.
"Pigwidgeon!" Ron bellowed, running out of the door.
Hermione, Harry and Moona followed him. Moona's long hair hit Colin as
she ran out of the room.
Hermione started to look for her wand, and tried to magic the owl to
captivity. She was unsuccessful in her search. Ron was busy yelling at Pig as if
that would help. Harry was shooing off Colin and looking for Pig. Moona finally got
fed-up and decided to get Pigwidgeon herself.
"Confinus!" she shouted, and Pigwidgeon stopped in mid-air in the corner
of the common room.
Ron ran over to Pig, and asked Fred to get him down. Bad idea, because
Fred managed to make Ron shoot up to the ceiling, sure he now had Pigwidgeon,
but he was stuck up there.
Hermione was to busy peering oddly at Moona.
"What?" Moona asked.
"Where's your wand?"
Moona pulled something out from behind her back.
"Here," now she looked at Hermione weird.
"Where else would it be?"
Moona looked laughing up at Ron, "Want help?" She asked, and with a
wave of her wand Ron slowly drifted down toward the common room floor and
once he was 10 feet away from it, fell hard into an armchair. Then he raced over
to his common room, Harry at his heels.
***
Hermione insisted on showing me the boys dormitory, and I asked her if
this was against the rules, and she replied:
"Don't be such a worry-wart I go down there all the time." This was odd, as
she struck me as one to follow the rules.
We climbed up the boy's staircase to a room that said "Fifth years" and a
ragged piece of parchment below it stated:
KEEP OUT DANGEROUS EXPLODING SOCKS
WITHIN
I laughed at the sign and waited behind Hermione as she opened the door.
"Hey Harry!" Hermione's voice shouted from the door, as she peered in,
eyes closed. "Is everyone dressed? Can I open my eyes?"
"Of course Hermione," Ron said sarcastically, "We change clothes every
time we get a chance."
"Ya… anyway, I wanted to show Moona where your dormitory is."
I looked in then seeing the door to the balcony open, and then seeing the
perfect view the boys had of the wonderful lake I ran over to it. It was SO
beautiful!!
"NO FAIR!!" I screamed, pouting, "You have a much better view of the
lake!"
Ron looked at me and nodded, staring, "Yes, yes I guess we do."
A short skinny thin haried boy walked though the door, camera in hand
nose pointed toward the ceiling.
"Was that your owl Ron?" he asked, looking behind him.
"Pigwidgeon!" Ron bellowed, running out of the door.
Hermione, Harry and I followed him.
Hermione started to look for her wand, and tried to magic the owl to
captivity. She was unsuccessful in her search. Ron was busy yelling at Pig as if
that would help. Harry was shooing off Colin and looking for Pig. I was sick and
tired of waiting, so I decided to get Pigwidgeon myself.
"Confinus!" I shouted, and Pigwidgeon stopped in mid-air in the corner of
the common room.
Ron ran over to Pig, and asked Fred to get him down. Bad idea, because
Fred managed to make Ron shoot up to the ceiling, sure he now had Pigwidgeon,
but he was stuck up there.
Hermione was to busy peering oddly at me.
"What?"
"Where's your wand?"
I pulled it out.
"Here," now I looked at Hermione weird.
"Where else would it be?"
I looked laughing up at Ron, "Want help?" I asked, and with a wave of my
wand Ron slowly drifted down toward the common room floor and once he was
10 feet away from it, fell hard into an armchair. Then he raced over to his
common room, Harry at his heels.
As I walked back to the girls dormitory I wondered why Hermione had
asked me where my wand was. I most certainly had it.
***
The next day they all came down to breakfast in the Great Hall and got
their course schedules, ate and were off to their first class.
"Great, we've got double Defence Against the Dark Arts today. We can
meet the new teacher." Hermione said as her, Ron, Harry, and Moona headed
down to the Defence Against the Dark Arts room.
Ron was busy complaining to Moona about how they had to have her class
after school on Wednesday.
"I'm sorry Ron, but I have to take classes too so they had to put it at the
end of the day."
"Sure........... Ron grumbled.
They reached the door of the classroom, and saw nearly half the class
congregated around it.
"It's locked." Seamus said.
Just then they could hear a shouting voice and Professor Zimmer sliding
done the railing of the nearest staircase.
The class laughed and shouted, and once she hit the floor, she stood up,
brushed herself off, and held her wand up to the door. She placed it in the
keyhole and it unlocked. They filed into the classroom and sat down. She took
out the attendance sheet and started to call out names of students.
"Lavender Brown?"
"Here."
"Seamus Finnagan?"
"Ya? Oh, here."
"Hermione Granger?"
"Present!"
"Show-off," Ron mumbles teasing Hermione.
"MoonaLuna Hermione Serena........... You seem to have an extensive
name dear."
"Moona McKinnon." Moona said.
There was a whisper after this announcement.
"Neville Longbottom?"
"Here."
"Pavati Patil?"
"Harry Potter?" At this name, she looked around the room to see who
would answer.
"I'm here," Harry said waving a hand.
"Here."
"Dean Thomas?"
"Yup."
"Ronald Weasley?"
"Gone..."
Then Hermione said briskly, "No, Professor, he's here!"
Everyone looked at Hermione with like a sort of marvel on their faces.
"Thank you Mrs. Obvious" Harry whispered to Hermione.
She growled at him that she was only being helpful.
Moona and Ron were giggling at the two.
"WHAT!" They both snapped pouting.
Professor Zimmer walked up to the desk, and opened her book, and then
nodded to herself.
"Professor Lupin has told me that-" She began, but was broken off by
Harry shouting.
"You've SEEN him? You've SEEN Professor Lupin?!"
She looked startled and slightly uncomfortable about the question and
answered confused. "Yes I have seen him, Now to get on with the lesson..." She
said looking at Harry oddly. "He has told me that you have had a throughout
teaching of Dark Creatures, Dark Curses and Gilderoy Lockhart's life. Is that
true?"
The whole class had laughed at the last part because it was true that
Lockhart did tell them all his life story, and agreed.
"Well this year, sorta corresponding with Professor McKinnon's class-" She
was cut off again, but this time by Moona.
"Professor, please, Moona, please."
She laughed, and nodded her head in agreement, "Now seems like a good
time to bring up that I am too uncomfortable being called Professor, but calling
me Zimmer would be funny. You can call me that if you like, but please call me
Missy. Now back to what I was talking about... Ah yes, Moona's class will be
about the magic things you do not hear about everyday, and I'm going to teach
you about the evil behind the everyday witch or wizard."
There was a pause, then Ron opened his mouth.
"You want to know what that means exactly Ronald Arthur Weasley?"
Ron just looked at her, opened mouthed.
"You see this is one of my secret abilities. I'm sorry Ron, but I'm going to
use you as a lab rat."
Ron looked a bit uncomfortable at this.
"Don't you worry Ron, I won't try to embarrass you. I am I diviner and a
prediviner. That means I can predict the future and evaluate your past. Miss
Brown and Miss Patil please don't interrupt me about Sibyll Trelawney."
The class looked over at the pair, and without a doubt, they were there,
hands on their hips, mouths open, then they closed them in awe.
"I will tell you along with the class many things about you, Ron. You were
born March first at St. Mungos. You live in Ottery St. Catchpole, The Burrow to
be precise."
Ron nodded, obviously in to much awe to do anything else.
"You're whole family is in or was in Gryffindor. Except an accountant in the
family you don't talk about. You are the seventh child, and ---."
She stopped, and then briskly turned around and said, "That's enough with
him... does anyone else want to give it a try?"
Hermione and Harry were looking at Ron because they knew that he was
the 6th born, and Moona was looking at him because he looked horrible.
Professor Zimmer continued to tell people about themselves, while Harry
and Hermione tended to Ron.
"Ron, she was wrong! You win!" Hermione said cheerfully.
Ron didn't even respond to her declaration of winning. He was just staring
at the desk.
"Ron, she was wrong, wasn't she?"
Ron looked as if someone just gave him a tiny shock. "She's right. I had
another brother, before Charlie. His name was Michael. When he was my age he
drown in the moat that used to be around our house. After that Mum and Dad
filled it in and taught our whole family anti-drowning spells. She was right."
They were all silent, and everyone but Moona looked away. She looked at
the red head of hair just hanging there depressed, and after about three minutes
she looked back at Professor Zimmer, who was now telling the class that Pavati
has two cats, and there names.
After about another five minutes of explaining that diviners are very
magical and helpful but that the gift, like all gifts has limits, and is often a burden
to have.
"Diviners are very rare. Another rare and is a quality that if you have you
are considered evil is..."
She paused, and Harry's heart raced. Please don't mention Parcelmouths.
"Enchanters."
***
The next day we got our course schedules, ate and went off to our first
class. Defence Against the Dark Arts
"Great, we've got double Defence Against the Dark Arts today. We can
meet the new teacher." Hermione said we headed down to the Defence Against
the Dark Arts room.
Ron was busy complaining to me that they had to have my class after
school on Wednesday.
Geeze, well I'm sorry Ron, let me go complain to Dumbledore
"I'm sorry Ron, but I have to take classes too so they had to put it at the
end of the day."
"Sure........... Ron grumbled.
Stoopie. Lucky he's cute.
We reached the door of the classroom, and saw the class around it.
"It's locked." a boy that was the Irish boy from Ron's dorm said.
Just then you could hear a shouting voice and see Professor Zimmer
sliding done the railing of the nearest staircase.
We laughed and shouted, and once she hit the floor, she stood up,
brushed herself off, and held her wand up to the door. She placed it in the
keyhole and it unlocked. We filed into the classroom and sat down. She took out
the attendance sheet and started to call out names of students.
Then she got to my name...
"MoonaLuna Hermione Serena... You seem to have an extensive name
dear."
I started to blush, please don't read the whole thing!
"Moona McKinnon." I said sighing.
There was a whisper after this announcement.
I glared around, Hey PUNKS gotta problem with my name huh? HUH?!
Didn't think so. Ya.
"Ronald Weasley?"
"Gone..."
Then Hermione said briskly, "No, Professor, he's here!"
Everyone looked at Hermione with like a sort of marvel on their faces.
"Thank you Mrs. Obvious" Harry whispered to Hermione.
She growled at him that she was only being helpful.
Ron an I were giggling at the two.
"WHAT!" They both snapped pouting.
Professor Zimmer walked up to the desk, and opened her book, and then
nodded to herself.
"Professor Lupin has told me that-" She began, but was broken off by
Harry shouting.
"You've SEEN him? You've SEEN Professor Lupin?!"
She looked startled and slightly uncomfortable about the question and
answered confused. "Yes I have seen him, Now to get on with the lesson..." She
said looking at Harry oddly. "He has told me that you have had a throughout
teaching of Dark Creatures, Dark Curses and Gilderoy Lockhart's life. Is that
true?"
The whole class had laughed at the last part but I just looked around
clueless... sure.
"Well this year, sorta corresponding with Professor McKinnon's class-"
ICKY!!!!! Did she just call me Professor McKinnon? I think NOT!
"Professor, please, Moona, please."
She laughed, and nodded her head in agreement, "Now seems like a good
time to bring up that I am too uncomfortable being called Professor, but calling
me Zimmer would be funny. You can call me that if you like, but please call me
Missy. Now back to what I was talking about... Ah yes, Moona's class will be
about the magic things you do not hear about everyday, and I'm going to teach
you about the evil behind the everyday witch or wizard."
There was a pause, then Ron opened his mouth.
"You want to know what that means exactly Ronald Arthur Weasley?"
Ron just looked at her, opened mouthed.
"You see this is one of my secret abilities. I'm sorry Ron, but I'm going to
use you as a lab rat."
Ron looked a bit uncomfortable at this.
"Don't you worry Ron, I won't try to embarrass you. I am I diviner and a
prediviner. That means I can predict the future and evaluate your past. Miss
Brown and Miss Patil please don't interrupt me about Sibyll Trelawney. I will tell
you along with the class many things about you, Ron. You were born March first
at St. Mungos. You live in Ottery St. Catchpole, The Burrow to be precise."
Ron nodded, obviously in to much awe to do anything else.
"You're whole family is in or was in Gryffindor. Except an accountant in the
family you don't talk about. You are the seventh child, and ---."
She stopped, and then briskly turned around and said, "That's enough with
him... does anyone else want to give it a try?"
As Missy said that Ron looked positively horrible.
Professor Zimmer continued to tell people about themselves, while Harry
and Hermione tended to Ron.
"Ron, she was wrong! You win!" Hermione said cheerfully.
Ron didn't even respond to her declaration of winning. He was just staring
at the desk.
"Ron, she was wrong, wasn't she?"
Ron looked as if someone just gave him a tiny shock. "She's right. I had
another brother, before Charlie. His name was Michael. When he was my age he
drown in the moat that used to be around our house. After that Mum and Dad
filled it in and taught our whole family anti-drowning spells. She was right."
We were all silent, and everyone but me looked away. I did not know
about Ron's family and his history. But I would like to find out.
After about another five minutes of explaining that diviners are very
magical and helpful but that the gift, like all gifts has limits, and is often a burden
to have.
"Diviners are very rare. Another rare and is a quality that if you have you
are considered evil is..."
She paused, and my heart like died Please, OH PLEASE not
Enchantresses please , please PRETTY , PRETTY...
"Enchanters."
Dammit.
***
Harry let out the breath he was holding, even though he knew that they
were going to get to Parcelmouths sooner to later, at least it was not now.
"Enchanters are- well does anyone know?"
Hermione's hand, like it always has a tendency to do, shot up into the air.
Professor Zimmer picked on Moona who's hand was also up. Hermione
gave her a slight glare, and Harry heard Ron whisper something about Hermione
having competition now.
"Enchanters and Enchantresses are Witches and Wizards that don't need
a wand to perform magic. They have to control there emotions, take special
classes in the summer to learn how to use this power for good and not to blow up
anything by mistake. Big spells can drain there energy and they may pass out.
And the only reason people think that they are evil is because Lord Voldemort-"
She paused because there was a cringe from the class. Harry stared at
her. She was the only one other than Dumbledore and himself that he heard say
Voldemort's name like their own.
"Sorry, He who must not be named was one. He only used his wand
because he knew that it would give him more power. And it did."
"You seem to know a lot about Enchanters." Hermione said quizzically to
Moona.
"I did a project on them." She answered simply.
Toward the end of class they started on their homework: Take notes on
Diviners and Enchanters.
After this class they had lunch. Hermione and Harry were laughing at Ron
who had stolen Moona's notebook, and was now being chased by Moona down
the hall. And shortly after he was hopping down the hall after Moona put a leg-
binding curse on him. She only took it off once he got to the Great Hall, and had
to hop in front of everyone to the Gryffindor table and he apologised.
The next class was Flying Class. (A/N: YES!!!!!!!!!! They DO have Flying
Class in my fic! ::bows:: thankies thankies ::motions to a collection bin to the left
of her:: you can REALLY show your appreciation by DONATING to The Moona
fund thank you have a nice day :) )
Madame Hooch was waiting for them on the Quiddich field. The
broomsticks were waiting for them on the field. Moona stopped walking and
looked at Madame Hooch.
"I don't fly." She said plainly.
Malfoy had a snide remark to this, that sounded like, "What kind of teacher
does not know how to fly a broomstick?"
"Oh yes you do!" Madame Hooch said handing her a broomstick.
"But, but I've never... I can't..."
"You're about to learn love."
"Oh dear." She said wide eyed.
"Put the broomstick on the ground, and say up. But make sure you say it
firmly and be ready to catch the broom."
"O..........K." Moona said looking terrified.
The whole class was looking at Moona, the Slytherins were glaring and
laughing. She was looking down at the ground, and glared at the broomstick.
"UP!" She shouted, and the broomstick jumped into her hands, and then
lifted her 100 feet in the air.
She screamed and then abandoning all sanity let go of the broomstick and
pulled out her wand to magic herself down. The Slytherins were laughing.
"I do hope that she learnt about that kinda spells in her other school
because we haven't learnt about anything that could help her now." Dean said.
Madame Hooch was just about to mount her broom when Moona holding
on to her broom with just her legs, searching her robes for her wand, found it,
then as she was going to say the spell, dropped it. I rose higher and higher until
she was only a speck. Then she lost her grip, and Madame Hooch shot off to get
her. Moona's falling wand was sparking, and set Madame Hooch's broomtail
aflame. Moona was still falling and she looked not panicked but sad. She looked
at her hands when he was 50 feet from the ground.
"What is she doing?!" Ron yelled.
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Chapter 8: The First Classes
Ron looked at her and nodded, staring, "Yes, yes I guess we do."
As everyone was too busy staring at Moona on the balcony, no one
noticed that Pigwidgeon flew out of the open door.
Colin Creevy walked though the door, camera in hand nose pointed toward
the ceiling.
"Was that your owl Ron?" he asked, looking behind him.
"Pigwidgeon!" Ron bellowed, running out of the door.
Hermione, Harry and Moona followed him. Moona's long hair hit Colin as
she ran out of the room.
Hermione started to look for her wand, and tried to magic the owl to
captivity. She was unsuccessful in her search. Ron was busy yelling at Pig as if
that would help. Harry was shooing off Colin and looking for Pig. Moona finally got
fed-up and decided to get Pigwidgeon herself.
"Confinus!" she shouted, and Pigwidgeon stopped in mid-air in the corner
of the common room.
Ron ran over to Pig, and asked Fred to get him down. Bad idea, because
Fred managed to make Ron shoot up to the ceiling, sure he now had Pigwidgeon,
but he was stuck up there.
Hermione was to busy peering oddly at Moona.
"What?" Moona asked.
"Where's your wand?"
Moona pulled something out from behind her back.
"Here," now she looked at Hermione weird.
"Where else would it be?"
Moona looked laughing up at Ron, "Want help?" She asked, and with a
wave of her wand Ron slowly drifted down toward the common room floor and
once he was 10 feet away from it, fell hard into an armchair. Then he raced over
to his common room, Harry at his heels.
***
Hermione insisted on showing me the boys dormitory, and I asked her if
this was against the rules, and she replied:
"Don't be such a worry-wart I go down there all the time." This was odd, as
she struck me as one to follow the rules.
We climbed up the boy's staircase to a room that said "Fifth years" and a
ragged piece of parchment below it stated:
KEEP OUT DANGEROUS EXPLODING SOCKS
WITHIN
I laughed at the sign and waited behind Hermione as she opened the door.
"Hey Harry!" Hermione's voice shouted from the door, as she peered in,
eyes closed. "Is everyone dressed? Can I open my eyes?"
"Of course Hermione," Ron said sarcastically, "We change clothes every
time we get a chance."
"Ya… anyway, I wanted to show Moona where your dormitory is."
I looked in then seeing the door to the balcony open, and then seeing the
perfect view the boys had of the wonderful lake I ran over to it. It was SO
beautiful!!
"NO FAIR!!" I screamed, pouting, "You have a much better view of the
lake!"
Ron looked at me and nodded, staring, "Yes, yes I guess we do."
A short skinny thin haried boy walked though the door, camera in hand
nose pointed toward the ceiling.
"Was that your owl Ron?" he asked, looking behind him.
"Pigwidgeon!" Ron bellowed, running out of the door.
Hermione, Harry and I followed him.
Hermione started to look for her wand, and tried to magic the owl to
captivity. She was unsuccessful in her search. Ron was busy yelling at Pig as if
that would help. Harry was shooing off Colin and looking for Pig. I was sick and
tired of waiting, so I decided to get Pigwidgeon myself.
"Confinus!" I shouted, and Pigwidgeon stopped in mid-air in the corner of
the common room.
Ron ran over to Pig, and asked Fred to get him down. Bad idea, because
Fred managed to make Ron shoot up to the ceiling, sure he now had Pigwidgeon,
but he was stuck up there.
Hermione was to busy peering oddly at me.
"What?"
"Where's your wand?"
I pulled it out.
"Here," now I looked at Hermione weird.
"Where else would it be?"
I looked laughing up at Ron, "Want help?" I asked, and with a wave of my
wand Ron slowly drifted down toward the common room floor and once he was
10 feet away from it, fell hard into an armchair. Then he raced over to his
common room, Harry at his heels.
As I walked back to the girls dormitory I wondered why Hermione had
asked me where my wand was. I most certainly had it.
***
The next day they all came down to breakfast in the Great Hall and got
their course schedules, ate and were off to their first class.
"Great, we've got double Defence Against the Dark Arts today. We can
meet the new teacher." Hermione said as her, Ron, Harry, and Moona headed
down to the Defence Against the Dark Arts room.
Ron was busy complaining to Moona about how they had to have her class
after school on Wednesday.
"I'm sorry Ron, but I have to take classes too so they had to put it at the
end of the day."
"Sure........... Ron grumbled.
They reached the door of the classroom, and saw nearly half the class
congregated around it.
"It's locked." Seamus said.
Just then they could hear a shouting voice and Professor Zimmer sliding
done the railing of the nearest staircase.
The class laughed and shouted, and once she hit the floor, she stood up,
brushed herself off, and held her wand up to the door. She placed it in the
keyhole and it unlocked. They filed into the classroom and sat down. She took
out the attendance sheet and started to call out names of students.
"Lavender Brown?"
"Here."
"Seamus Finnagan?"
"Ya? Oh, here."
"Hermione Granger?"
"Present!"
"Show-off," Ron mumbles teasing Hermione.
"MoonaLuna Hermione Serena........... You seem to have an extensive
name dear."
"Moona McKinnon." Moona said.
There was a whisper after this announcement.
"Neville Longbottom?"
"Here."
"Pavati Patil?"
"Harry Potter?" At this name, she looked around the room to see who
would answer.
"I'm here," Harry said waving a hand.
"Here."
"Dean Thomas?"
"Yup."
"Ronald Weasley?"
"Gone..."
Then Hermione said briskly, "No, Professor, he's here!"
Everyone looked at Hermione with like a sort of marvel on their faces.
"Thank you Mrs. Obvious" Harry whispered to Hermione.
She growled at him that she was only being helpful.
Moona and Ron were giggling at the two.
"WHAT!" They both snapped pouting.
Professor Zimmer walked up to the desk, and opened her book, and then
nodded to herself.
"Professor Lupin has told me that-" She began, but was broken off by
Harry shouting.
"You've SEEN him? You've SEEN Professor Lupin?!"
She looked startled and slightly uncomfortable about the question and
answered confused. "Yes I have seen him, Now to get on with the lesson..." She
said looking at Harry oddly. "He has told me that you have had a throughout
teaching of Dark Creatures, Dark Curses and Gilderoy Lockhart's life. Is that
true?"
The whole class had laughed at the last part because it was true that
Lockhart did tell them all his life story, and agreed.
"Well this year, sorta corresponding with Professor McKinnon's class-" She
was cut off again, but this time by Moona.
"Professor, please, Moona, please."
She laughed, and nodded her head in agreement, "Now seems like a good
time to bring up that I am too uncomfortable being called Professor, but calling
me Zimmer would be funny. You can call me that if you like, but please call me
Missy. Now back to what I was talking about... Ah yes, Moona's class will be
about the magic things you do not hear about everyday, and I'm going to teach
you about the evil behind the everyday witch or wizard."
There was a pause, then Ron opened his mouth.
"You want to know what that means exactly Ronald Arthur Weasley?"
Ron just looked at her, opened mouthed.
"You see this is one of my secret abilities. I'm sorry Ron, but I'm going to
use you as a lab rat."
Ron looked a bit uncomfortable at this.
"Don't you worry Ron, I won't try to embarrass you. I am I diviner and a
prediviner. That means I can predict the future and evaluate your past. Miss
Brown and Miss Patil please don't interrupt me about Sibyll Trelawney."
The class looked over at the pair, and without a doubt, they were there,
hands on their hips, mouths open, then they closed them in awe.
"I will tell you along with the class many things about you, Ron. You were
born March first at St. Mungos. You live in Ottery St. Catchpole, The Burrow to
be precise."
Ron nodded, obviously in to much awe to do anything else.
"You're whole family is in or was in Gryffindor. Except an accountant in the
family you don't talk about. You are the seventh child, and ---."
She stopped, and then briskly turned around and said, "That's enough with
him... does anyone else want to give it a try?"
Hermione and Harry were looking at Ron because they knew that he was
the 6th born, and Moona was looking at him because he looked horrible.
Professor Zimmer continued to tell people about themselves, while Harry
and Hermione tended to Ron.
"Ron, she was wrong! You win!" Hermione said cheerfully.
Ron didn't even respond to her declaration of winning. He was just staring
at the desk.
"Ron, she was wrong, wasn't she?"
Ron looked as if someone just gave him a tiny shock. "She's right. I had
another brother, before Charlie. His name was Michael. When he was my age he
drown in the moat that used to be around our house. After that Mum and Dad
filled it in and taught our whole family anti-drowning spells. She was right."
They were all silent, and everyone but Moona looked away. She looked at
the red head of hair just hanging there depressed, and after about three minutes
she looked back at Professor Zimmer, who was now telling the class that Pavati
has two cats, and there names.
After about another five minutes of explaining that diviners are very
magical and helpful but that the gift, like all gifts has limits, and is often a burden
to have.
"Diviners are very rare. Another rare and is a quality that if you have you
are considered evil is..."
She paused, and Harry's heart raced. Please don't mention Parcelmouths.
"Enchanters."
***
The next day we got our course schedules, ate and went off to our first
class. Defence Against the Dark Arts
"Great, we've got double Defence Against the Dark Arts today. We can
meet the new teacher." Hermione said we headed down to the Defence Against
the Dark Arts room.
Ron was busy complaining to me that they had to have my class after
school on Wednesday.
Geeze, well I'm sorry Ron, let me go complain to Dumbledore
"I'm sorry Ron, but I have to take classes too so they had to put it at the
end of the day."
"Sure........... Ron grumbled.
Stoopie. Lucky he's cute.
We reached the door of the classroom, and saw the class around it.
"It's locked." a boy that was the Irish boy from Ron's dorm said.
Just then you could hear a shouting voice and see Professor Zimmer
sliding done the railing of the nearest staircase.
We laughed and shouted, and once she hit the floor, she stood up,
brushed herself off, and held her wand up to the door. She placed it in the
keyhole and it unlocked. We filed into the classroom and sat down. She took out
the attendance sheet and started to call out names of students.
Then she got to my name...
"MoonaLuna Hermione Serena... You seem to have an extensive name
dear."
I started to blush, please don't read the whole thing!
"Moona McKinnon." I said sighing.
There was a whisper after this announcement.
I glared around, Hey PUNKS gotta problem with my name huh? HUH?!
Didn't think so. Ya.
"Ronald Weasley?"
"Gone..."
Then Hermione said briskly, "No, Professor, he's here!"
Everyone looked at Hermione with like a sort of marvel on their faces.
"Thank you Mrs. Obvious" Harry whispered to Hermione.
She growled at him that she was only being helpful.
Ron an I were giggling at the two.
"WHAT!" They both snapped pouting.
Professor Zimmer walked up to the desk, and opened her book, and then
nodded to herself.
"Professor Lupin has told me that-" She began, but was broken off by
Harry shouting.
"You've SEEN him? You've SEEN Professor Lupin?!"
She looked startled and slightly uncomfortable about the question and
answered confused. "Yes I have seen him, Now to get on with the lesson..." She
said looking at Harry oddly. "He has told me that you have had a throughout
teaching of Dark Creatures, Dark Curses and Gilderoy Lockhart's life. Is that
true?"
The whole class had laughed at the last part but I just looked around
clueless... sure.
"Well this year, sorta corresponding with Professor McKinnon's class-"
ICKY!!!!! Did she just call me Professor McKinnon? I think NOT!
"Professor, please, Moona, please."
She laughed, and nodded her head in agreement, "Now seems like a good
time to bring up that I am too uncomfortable being called Professor, but calling
me Zimmer would be funny. You can call me that if you like, but please call me
Missy. Now back to what I was talking about... Ah yes, Moona's class will be
about the magic things you do not hear about everyday, and I'm going to teach
you about the evil behind the everyday witch or wizard."
There was a pause, then Ron opened his mouth.
"You want to know what that means exactly Ronald Arthur Weasley?"
Ron just looked at her, opened mouthed.
"You see this is one of my secret abilities. I'm sorry Ron, but I'm going to
use you as a lab rat."
Ron looked a bit uncomfortable at this.
"Don't you worry Ron, I won't try to embarrass you. I am I diviner and a
prediviner. That means I can predict the future and evaluate your past. Miss
Brown and Miss Patil please don't interrupt me about Sibyll Trelawney. I will tell
you along with the class many things about you, Ron. You were born March first
at St. Mungos. You live in Ottery St. Catchpole, The Burrow to be precise."
Ron nodded, obviously in to much awe to do anything else.
"You're whole family is in or was in Gryffindor. Except an accountant in the
family you don't talk about. You are the seventh child, and ---."
She stopped, and then briskly turned around and said, "That's enough with
him... does anyone else want to give it a try?"
As Missy said that Ron looked positively horrible.
Professor Zimmer continued to tell people about themselves, while Harry
and Hermione tended to Ron.
"Ron, she was wrong! You win!" Hermione said cheerfully.
Ron didn't even respond to her declaration of winning. He was just staring
at the desk.
"Ron, she was wrong, wasn't she?"
Ron looked as if someone just gave him a tiny shock. "She's right. I had
another brother, before Charlie. His name was Michael. When he was my age he
drown in the moat that used to be around our house. After that Mum and Dad
filled it in and taught our whole family anti-drowning spells. She was right."
We were all silent, and everyone but me looked away. I did not know
about Ron's family and his history. But I would like to find out.
After about another five minutes of explaining that diviners are very
magical and helpful but that the gift, like all gifts has limits, and is often a burden
to have.
"Diviners are very rare. Another rare and is a quality that if you have you
are considered evil is..."
She paused, and my heart like died Please, OH PLEASE not
Enchantresses please , please PRETTY , PRETTY...
"Enchanters."
Dammit.
***
Harry let out the breath he was holding, even though he knew that they
were going to get to Parcelmouths sooner to later, at least it was not now.
"Enchanters are- well does anyone know?"
Hermione's hand, like it always has a tendency to do, shot up into the air.
Professor Zimmer picked on Moona who's hand was also up. Hermione
gave her a slight glare, and Harry heard Ron whisper something about Hermione
having competition now.
"Enchanters and Enchantresses are Witches and Wizards that don't need
a wand to perform magic. They have to control there emotions, take special
classes in the summer to learn how to use this power for good and not to blow up
anything by mistake. Big spells can drain there energy and they may pass out.
And the only reason people think that they are evil is because Lord Voldemort-"
She paused because there was a cringe from the class. Harry stared at
her. She was the only one other than Dumbledore and himself that he heard say
Voldemort's name like their own.
"Sorry, He who must not be named was one. He only used his wand
because he knew that it would give him more power. And it did."
"You seem to know a lot about Enchanters." Hermione said quizzically to
Moona.
"I did a project on them." She answered simply.
Toward the end of class they started on their homework: Take notes on
Diviners and Enchanters.
After this class they had lunch. Hermione and Harry were laughing at Ron
who had stolen Moona's notebook, and was now being chased by Moona down
the hall. And shortly after he was hopping down the hall after Moona put a leg-
binding curse on him. She only took it off once he got to the Great Hall, and had
to hop in front of everyone to the Gryffindor table and he apologised.
The next class was Flying Class. (A/N: YES!!!!!!!!!! They DO have Flying
Class in my fic! ::bows:: thankies thankies ::motions to a collection bin to the left
of her:: you can REALLY show your appreciation by DONATING to The Moona
fund thank you have a nice day :) )
Madame Hooch was waiting for them on the Quiddich field. The
broomsticks were waiting for them on the field. Moona stopped walking and
looked at Madame Hooch.
"I don't fly." She said plainly.
Malfoy had a snide remark to this, that sounded like, "What kind of teacher
does not know how to fly a broomstick?"
"Oh yes you do!" Madame Hooch said handing her a broomstick.
"But, but I've never... I can't..."
"You're about to learn love."
"Oh dear." She said wide eyed.
"Put the broomstick on the ground, and say up. But make sure you say it
firmly and be ready to catch the broom."
"O..........K." Moona said looking terrified.
The whole class was looking at Moona, the Slytherins were glaring and
laughing. She was looking down at the ground, and glared at the broomstick.
"UP!" She shouted, and the broomstick jumped into her hands, and then
lifted her 100 feet in the air.
She screamed and then abandoning all sanity let go of the broomstick and
pulled out her wand to magic herself down. The Slytherins were laughing.
"I do hope that she learnt about that kinda spells in her other school
because we haven't learnt about anything that could help her now." Dean said.
Madame Hooch was just about to mount her broom when Moona holding
on to her broom with just her legs, searching her robes for her wand, found it,
then as she was going to say the spell, dropped it. I rose higher and higher until
she was only a speck. Then she lost her grip, and Madame Hooch shot off to get
her. Moona's falling wand was sparking, and set Madame Hooch's broomtail
aflame. Moona was still falling and she looked not panicked but sad. She looked
at her hands when he was 50 feet from the ground.
"What is she doing?!" Ron yelled.
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