CHAPTER 3
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Anastasia's first lesson went well, she thought. She'd had a group of fifth years, Gryffindors and Slytherins. When they walked in she thought she seeing a ghost-James Potter! The boy talking to the ginger haired kid looked just like James had at that age, except...she seen those eyes before- Lily Evans, her best schoolfriend. So this must be Harry...
She spent the first class explaining a little about herself, about how she, after leaving school, had taking a gap year living and working in the muggle world. This year had been extended indefinitley as Voldemort had risen. She told them how she had gone to university after Voldemort's fall and that her excellent exam results, combined with her knowledge of muggle life, had led to a job as Magic Advisor to the muggle Prime Minister, spotting potential Dark Wizard activity. Lately, however, she had tired of this role and, learning of the teaching vacancy at Hogwarts, had decided to apply.
'Stupid muggle loving freak' muttered Malfoy. 'Look at the state of her: No- one sane would have hair like that!'
'Shut up Malfoy, she's OK' hissed Harry.
'Why should I'? Malfoy hissed back. 'Oh, sorry Potter, I forgot, you befriend all muggles, mudbloods and loonys, don't you?' He looked at Hermione as he said this.
'Oi!' said Ron, 'You leave her out of this!'
'What's wrong Weasley? Did I offend your girlfriend?'
Ron went red. 'She is not my girlfriend'
'Dont say I blame you' Malfoy drawled. 'I wouldn't even let one of our house elves touch her.'
'What?!' Ron stood up. Luckily, Anastasia was too busy writing on the board to notice.
'Ron, leave it' Hermione whispered. She couldn't bear the thought of Gryffindor losing points on the first day, especially not from a new teacher.
'Better do what you're told, Weasley, don't want to upset your girlfriend' Draco sneered, before muttering 'Mudblood scum' and turning away.
Harry nudged Ron, and whispered something to him. Hermione watched them suspiciously. She'd known them long enough to know when they were plotting something. Luckily, at that moment, Anastasia turned around and for the rest of the lesson they worked silently. The end of the class soon came around, and they all started making their way to the door. Ron managed to push in front of Malfoy, while Harry crept up behind him.
'So, Draco' Ron said casually 'What do you think of Professor Moss?'
'You know full well what I think. She's a MUGGLE OBSESSED FREAK WHO SHOULD BE IN ST MUNGO'S...
Malfoy realised, too late, that his voice had magically been made louder.
'What was that, Malfoy? Anastasia walked over slowly, not noticing Harry put his wand, which had been pointing at Malfoy's throat, back into his robes.
'Draco was just telling us what he thought of you, Professor' said Ron casually, trying not to grin.
'Is that so? Well, maybe you'd like to get to know me better. In detention. Tonight. Now, off you go, all of you.'
'I'll get you back for this' Draco hissed at Ron, who was trying (and failing) to look innocent.
'I'll get her too' He said, giving an evil look at Anastasia...
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Anastasia's first lesson went well, she thought. She'd had a group of fifth years, Gryffindors and Slytherins. When they walked in she thought she seeing a ghost-James Potter! The boy talking to the ginger haired kid looked just like James had at that age, except...she seen those eyes before- Lily Evans, her best schoolfriend. So this must be Harry...
She spent the first class explaining a little about herself, about how she, after leaving school, had taking a gap year living and working in the muggle world. This year had been extended indefinitley as Voldemort had risen. She told them how she had gone to university after Voldemort's fall and that her excellent exam results, combined with her knowledge of muggle life, had led to a job as Magic Advisor to the muggle Prime Minister, spotting potential Dark Wizard activity. Lately, however, she had tired of this role and, learning of the teaching vacancy at Hogwarts, had decided to apply.
'Stupid muggle loving freak' muttered Malfoy. 'Look at the state of her: No- one sane would have hair like that!'
'Shut up Malfoy, she's OK' hissed Harry.
'Why should I'? Malfoy hissed back. 'Oh, sorry Potter, I forgot, you befriend all muggles, mudbloods and loonys, don't you?' He looked at Hermione as he said this.
'Oi!' said Ron, 'You leave her out of this!'
'What's wrong Weasley? Did I offend your girlfriend?'
Ron went red. 'She is not my girlfriend'
'Dont say I blame you' Malfoy drawled. 'I wouldn't even let one of our house elves touch her.'
'What?!' Ron stood up. Luckily, Anastasia was too busy writing on the board to notice.
'Ron, leave it' Hermione whispered. She couldn't bear the thought of Gryffindor losing points on the first day, especially not from a new teacher.
'Better do what you're told, Weasley, don't want to upset your girlfriend' Draco sneered, before muttering 'Mudblood scum' and turning away.
Harry nudged Ron, and whispered something to him. Hermione watched them suspiciously. She'd known them long enough to know when they were plotting something. Luckily, at that moment, Anastasia turned around and for the rest of the lesson they worked silently. The end of the class soon came around, and they all started making their way to the door. Ron managed to push in front of Malfoy, while Harry crept up behind him.
'So, Draco' Ron said casually 'What do you think of Professor Moss?'
'You know full well what I think. She's a MUGGLE OBSESSED FREAK WHO SHOULD BE IN ST MUNGO'S...
Malfoy realised, too late, that his voice had magically been made louder.
'What was that, Malfoy? Anastasia walked over slowly, not noticing Harry put his wand, which had been pointing at Malfoy's throat, back into his robes.
'Draco was just telling us what he thought of you, Professor' said Ron casually, trying not to grin.
'Is that so? Well, maybe you'd like to get to know me better. In detention. Tonight. Now, off you go, all of you.'
'I'll get you back for this' Draco hissed at Ron, who was trying (and failing) to look innocent.
'I'll get her too' He said, giving an evil look at Anastasia...
