The Totally Backwards Day at Hogwarts School
Chapter Eight: Defense against the Dark Arts, Detention, Depression
Harry stopped sobbing and Myrtle gingerly wiped his damp cheeks with a frilly handkerchief. Her hand was cold as ice. Harry didn't care. He smiled weakly up at her and she returned it.
Myrtle looked over at Harry's watch. "You've got to get to class, haven't you, Harry?"
Harry looked at his watch too. "You're right, goodbye, Myrtle!" he opened the stall to walk out and she blew him a kiss. He blushed scarlet.
Harry made his way up to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He found a middle aged man with blonde hair and brown eyes, but otherwise looking very normal. He could be Trelawney's husband, Harry decided.
The class assembled fully a minute later and the man looked up. "Hello, class," he said. "I am Professor Milasia, I will be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher from now on. Today we learn a simple Shield Charm, protecting you from various mild curses, hexes, and whatnot," he continued. He caught Lavender and Parvati sharing an intelligent (for once) conversation and snapped at them to not talk while he was, which strongly reminded him of McGonagall.. The old, McGonagall, of course.
He was a normal teacher they would probably have for the rest of their time at Hogwarts. Harry shuddered to think so.
He taught them the simple charm and they headed off to dinner.
Talk about intelligent conversations. Ron was talking so quickly about things so impossible that Harry's brain ached. He was hungry, too. He didn't have breakfast or lunch. He grabbed some of everything he could reach and tasted it. It was horrible! He spit it out and decided he'd rather starve than eat that.
He went back to the dorm room for a few hours, then at 9:50 he went down to the library for his detention. A jolly Madam Pince greeted him as a skulky Madam Hooch, the Quidditch teacher, exited the library.
He began to organize the books, and there were a lot.
It helped that she was jolly but she was sure lazy and tired. Harry was up to organizing "L" when Madam Pince, on the other side of the bookshelf, fell asleep standing up and leaned into the shelf. It fell and Harry was it's victim.
What a bad day poor depressed Harry is having.
Chapter Eight: Defense against the Dark Arts, Detention, Depression
Harry stopped sobbing and Myrtle gingerly wiped his damp cheeks with a frilly handkerchief. Her hand was cold as ice. Harry didn't care. He smiled weakly up at her and she returned it.
Myrtle looked over at Harry's watch. "You've got to get to class, haven't you, Harry?"
Harry looked at his watch too. "You're right, goodbye, Myrtle!" he opened the stall to walk out and she blew him a kiss. He blushed scarlet.
Harry made his way up to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He found a middle aged man with blonde hair and brown eyes, but otherwise looking very normal. He could be Trelawney's husband, Harry decided.
The class assembled fully a minute later and the man looked up. "Hello, class," he said. "I am Professor Milasia, I will be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher from now on. Today we learn a simple Shield Charm, protecting you from various mild curses, hexes, and whatnot," he continued. He caught Lavender and Parvati sharing an intelligent (for once) conversation and snapped at them to not talk while he was, which strongly reminded him of McGonagall.. The old, McGonagall, of course.
He was a normal teacher they would probably have for the rest of their time at Hogwarts. Harry shuddered to think so.
He taught them the simple charm and they headed off to dinner.
Talk about intelligent conversations. Ron was talking so quickly about things so impossible that Harry's brain ached. He was hungry, too. He didn't have breakfast or lunch. He grabbed some of everything he could reach and tasted it. It was horrible! He spit it out and decided he'd rather starve than eat that.
He went back to the dorm room for a few hours, then at 9:50 he went down to the library for his detention. A jolly Madam Pince greeted him as a skulky Madam Hooch, the Quidditch teacher, exited the library.
He began to organize the books, and there were a lot.
It helped that she was jolly but she was sure lazy and tired. Harry was up to organizing "L" when Madam Pince, on the other side of the bookshelf, fell asleep standing up and leaned into the shelf. It fell and Harry was it's victim.
What a bad day poor depressed Harry is having.
