Tuesday came without the biggest of disasters upon their little Hogwarts.
Neville had managed to turn his potion into acid once again and it had
managed to eat down half of Snapes desk , (Colin Creevey had managed to
get a few Pictures of Snape standing on his halfway dissolved chair
shreiking out orders at the class. Occasionally the chair would finaly
reduce to nothing and Snape would be seen hopping around the picture
screeching at the top of his lungs.) Hagrid had broken out of his period of
"boring" animals and their class had been surprised with a Griffin who
looked ready to kill anyone who came near it , In Herbology they were
learning that proffessor Sprout was developing quite the same fondness for
dangerous subjects as Hagrid was , and rumours flew about Divination.
Parvatti and Lavender circled Ginny on her way to Lunch.
"What's her name?!"
"What is she like?!"
"What does she wear?!"
"Is she married?!"
"Is it true that she once dated Proffessor Lockhart?!"
"Did she REALLY---"
Ginny was growing tired of it and finally threw her hands up , screaming out to all who would listen as soon as she arrived in the Great Hall.
"How should I know if the woman owns a teddy bear or not?!?" She screeched , yanking at her hair.
The hall froze to look at the distressed Weasley in the doorway who immediately blushed , let go of her red locks , and slunk towards the Gryffindor table looking as if she would either kill the next person to ask her anything or kill herself.
Lavender and Parvatti looked at each other and walked off towards their table all the while remarking on how high strung Ginny seemed to be and the powerful aura of unease and anger she seemed to have. The teacher in question , now known as Proffessor McCreary looked on in a sort of shocked annoyance.
Dumbledore noticed this and spoke to her kindly from his left. He had moved Snape and McGonagal down to their own end to kill each other and not get the new , defenseless proffessor killed in the spit fire. McCreary was looking grateful and jumped slightly at the sound of her first name , whipping her head around at him.
"Adrianna , " Dumbledore repeated with a sort of satisfied smirk as she nodded enthusiasticly, " Calm down. You're a new teacher here , of course they see you as a piece of fresh meat."
She paled slightly and Dumbledore laughed somewhat , his hand firmly clapping her on the back. Adrianna was almost thrown forward at his strength but forced a smile.
"Yes , I know , Proffessor , This place is just rather.erm." Adrianna McCreary began uncertainly. Her voice was faintly irish and one would assume it didn't shake so nervously all of the time. Seeing as it didn't and it was just the student body's reaction to the prescense of a new divination teacher causing her nervousness , One would also assume she calmed down eventually.
"Exciting?" Dumbledore suggested.
"Precisely." Adrainna answered without hesitation.
Dumbledore shrugged and took her goblet of pumpkin juice , lowering it down behind the table. Adrianna watched in an amused look as he produced a small bottle of an amber liquid from his robes and tipped a little bit into her drink.
"There , Adrianna. Not whiskey , and not wine , just a little bit of something I mixed up to get myself through the night , eh? Our little secret." Dumbledore winked kindly and handed her the goblet.
Adrianna stare at him and shook her head , turning around as she mumbled to herself about delusional headmasters and kept repeating " you're here for the money.you're here for the money."
She shot a look down the table to Proffessor Hicks , the defense agianst the dark arts proffessor who was also here for the money. He was the only one who wanted to job and Dumbledore had given it to anyone. Proffessor Hicks mostly made up stories , While Adrianna wanted to achtually teach the students something.
She believed herself to be a true seer though didn't think she should fill their class period talking about what she thinks one of them will have for breakfast the next morning. Adrianna's thoughts wandered on the books she had had ordered to her classroom , in a different tower , and she began to stand , let her eyes fall on the goblet , and she picked it up with her.
"Couldn't hurt .could it?" Adrianna muttered as she swept out of the hall , fully aware of the stares on her back.
She made it through the hallways at least mostly alive , the sneering of a few rather nasty painting was ignored until she was called over by the Bloody Baron of all the ghosts. He was reclining against a wall cooly next to a painting , where a stout young woman sat in a rocking chair holding a child in her arms.
"Yes?"Adrianna asked tiredly , trying to look civil to the Baron who had been stalking her since she arrived.
The Baron smiled gently , though on his twisted and blood stained features it looked rather frightening.
"Adrianna," He said quietly , his voice was achtually rather soothing and kind, "I was wondering if you'd like to come down to the dungeons tonight.by Snape's quarters? We could have some fuuuunnnn."
The Baron purred his last word and Adrianna gaped at him. She opened and closed her mouth a few times , obviously attempting to speak , but it failed her. Instead , she drew a breath and screamed at the tope of her lungs.
"GO FIND SOME DEAD GIRL TO STALK YOU CRAZED , DEMENTED , SIDE SHOW OF A GHOST!!! I'M NOT INTERESTED IN YOU THE LEAST BIT!!!!!!"
The Baron blinked rapidly , processing it all before he quickly forgot he was supposed to be leaning on the wall and fel straight through it. He swore loudly and Adrianna leaned back , staring at the scene she had created. All painting stare at her witht heir mouths open and Peeves , who had rushed over the second he heard yelling , quickly put one and one together and began to do cart wheels in mid air all the while cheering like a cheerleader for Adrianna.
She shook her head , looked down at the goblet and took a long drink of every bit of the liquid. Adrianna tossed the Goblet at peeves , looked at the half of the bloody Baron's transparent form that was protruding from the wall , and turned on her heel , marching up a small flight of stairs and around a corner. Adrianna finally came to the spiral staircase leading up into her tower and began to ascend it. She had ditched the old tower and it's ladder.Adrianna was deathly fearful of heights and ladders.
She pushed up the trap door and climbed into the room , looking around. It was round and the air was pretty cold , the heating system of the calstle didn't seem to reach this room. Desks were situated in the center in neat rows with her desk in front of them. Bookshelfs were around the room along with shelves of various instruments. Adrianna smiled as she noted the prescense of four stacks of books against the wall , pre- counted.
Divination manuals and study books , a dictionary to different divination terms and procedures. Adrianna walked over and began to set the fifth year Gryffindor stack on her desk , they were her next class.
The Gryffindor Class made it to her class on time , all of them , considering they were both excited and near the classroom. The students filed in , talking animatedly about the teacher and more inportantly the Bloody Baron who was standing at the bottom of her staircase glaring at students as they walked by and occasionally yelling a rude comment at someone about their teacher.
"Good Afternoon , Class." Adrianna spoke calmly , though she appeared somewhat shaken. In loopy writing her name was written on the board.They all snapped attention , looking at her like their favourite snack. Adrianna shifted uncomfortably.
"Class , We're going to be reviewing various symbols and omens." At this point the class groaned rather loudly and Adrianna let a well needed smile loose " I heard about your old teacher , no need to worry about me. I won't turn into that old bat."
The class looked at her strangely and Harry looked a Ron a few seats away from him. An understanding passed through them and both boys began to worry desperately if they would need to work to get decent grades this year. Obviously , the rest of the class also noticed as Adrianna scribbled down a list of different types of omens on the chalk board quickly and began to pass out the books that were stacked on her desk.
"You will need to take one of the happiness symbols and put it in relation to another symbol of love , and tell why they probably are classified in the different categories. A half page essay , and you may start now." Adrianna explained to them
Lavender and Parvatti looked slightly dissapointed at the thought of book homework , and Harry and Ron were looking downcast. A divination teacher who assigned homework that required thought??? It just wasn't logical. Harry sighed and began to fish through his book while Ron gape at Adrianna with an almost sad look in his eyes.
"Mr. Weasley?" Adrianna asked kindly.
He snapped to attention. "Yeah?" Ron asked , startled
"Close your mouth please. It's rude to stare." Adrianna finished and smiled at him gently
Ron closed his mouth and shook himself out fof his stupor , looking down at his book and became engrossed in the cover.
Adrianna smirked and walked over to sit at her desk , pulling out her crystal ball and sitting there , gazing at it calmly. Lavender and Parvatti looked up hopefully upon seeing it and watched for a full five minutes before giving up on the proffessor who didn't do anything but stare at it. They looked back down and gave a slight sigh.
Adrianna stare into the crystal thoughtfully , her eyes refocussing on an image that was coming to her. She closed her eyes and it played against the inside of her eyelids , rapidly over and over. The same movie , like a broken reel hell bent on palying itself to it's death. A young boy was on his knees on the alwn of a large house , pulling dandelions out of the grass. Adrianna was touched for a
moment at the prospect of the little boy carrying them into his mother , when she saw a shrill woman appear over him.
"Harry! Hurry up! You still have the garden to weed before Aunt Marge gets here!" Her voice pierced the summer's perfection and Adrianna saw the boy , Harry , nod sadly
"Sure, Aunt Petunia" He said simply
Petunia looked slightly miffed for a moment before turning on her heel and marching back into the house. She was seen glaring at him out of the kitchen window and Harry tugged out the last dandelion. Adrianna saw him take the handful of ravagged plants to the trash can and dump them in , before sulking over to the flower bed.
The scene changed and now harry was covering in a tree , clinging onto the thick branch that was originally going to be base of the tree house Vernon was to build Dudley. Ripper , Aunt Marge's vicious bull dog , was jumping enthusiasticly at the branch trying to bet to Harry. Aunt Marge laughed lowly
"Get down , Harry!" she yelled at him , though pleased.
He hung on as she shoved at the branch and his glasses slipped from his nose. Theyw ere already taped up and shattered once more at the ground.
"Harry Potter!" Petunia screeched , seeing them. She ran out and seized the glasses , glaring at him evilly.
The picture suddenly died and Adrianna mumbled one thing as her eyes opened.
"Harry Potter."
The boy in question looked up immediately and half of the class was looking hopeful at another death prediction. Adrianna's eyes wooped his hairline to study his scar , they observed his glasses which no longer were taped together (probably magic , she reminded herself) and then glanced at his hands that had gripped the tree trunk. No doubtly he had earned a blister for that , She thought silently.
"Your Aunt Marge.Tell me.does she happen to own a bright pink hair bow you know of?"
A.N.: I don't know where that came from , but truthfully , I don't care. It makes a nice cliffie. I'll fix it though , cheers!
Parvatti and Lavender circled Ginny on her way to Lunch.
"What's her name?!"
"What is she like?!"
"What does she wear?!"
"Is she married?!"
"Is it true that she once dated Proffessor Lockhart?!"
"Did she REALLY---"
Ginny was growing tired of it and finally threw her hands up , screaming out to all who would listen as soon as she arrived in the Great Hall.
"How should I know if the woman owns a teddy bear or not?!?" She screeched , yanking at her hair.
The hall froze to look at the distressed Weasley in the doorway who immediately blushed , let go of her red locks , and slunk towards the Gryffindor table looking as if she would either kill the next person to ask her anything or kill herself.
Lavender and Parvatti looked at each other and walked off towards their table all the while remarking on how high strung Ginny seemed to be and the powerful aura of unease and anger she seemed to have. The teacher in question , now known as Proffessor McCreary looked on in a sort of shocked annoyance.
Dumbledore noticed this and spoke to her kindly from his left. He had moved Snape and McGonagal down to their own end to kill each other and not get the new , defenseless proffessor killed in the spit fire. McCreary was looking grateful and jumped slightly at the sound of her first name , whipping her head around at him.
"Adrianna , " Dumbledore repeated with a sort of satisfied smirk as she nodded enthusiasticly, " Calm down. You're a new teacher here , of course they see you as a piece of fresh meat."
She paled slightly and Dumbledore laughed somewhat , his hand firmly clapping her on the back. Adrianna was almost thrown forward at his strength but forced a smile.
"Yes , I know , Proffessor , This place is just rather.erm." Adrianna McCreary began uncertainly. Her voice was faintly irish and one would assume it didn't shake so nervously all of the time. Seeing as it didn't and it was just the student body's reaction to the prescense of a new divination teacher causing her nervousness , One would also assume she calmed down eventually.
"Exciting?" Dumbledore suggested.
"Precisely." Adrainna answered without hesitation.
Dumbledore shrugged and took her goblet of pumpkin juice , lowering it down behind the table. Adrianna watched in an amused look as he produced a small bottle of an amber liquid from his robes and tipped a little bit into her drink.
"There , Adrianna. Not whiskey , and not wine , just a little bit of something I mixed up to get myself through the night , eh? Our little secret." Dumbledore winked kindly and handed her the goblet.
Adrianna stare at him and shook her head , turning around as she mumbled to herself about delusional headmasters and kept repeating " you're here for the money.you're here for the money."
She shot a look down the table to Proffessor Hicks , the defense agianst the dark arts proffessor who was also here for the money. He was the only one who wanted to job and Dumbledore had given it to anyone. Proffessor Hicks mostly made up stories , While Adrianna wanted to achtually teach the students something.
She believed herself to be a true seer though didn't think she should fill their class period talking about what she thinks one of them will have for breakfast the next morning. Adrianna's thoughts wandered on the books she had had ordered to her classroom , in a different tower , and she began to stand , let her eyes fall on the goblet , and she picked it up with her.
"Couldn't hurt .could it?" Adrianna muttered as she swept out of the hall , fully aware of the stares on her back.
She made it through the hallways at least mostly alive , the sneering of a few rather nasty painting was ignored until she was called over by the Bloody Baron of all the ghosts. He was reclining against a wall cooly next to a painting , where a stout young woman sat in a rocking chair holding a child in her arms.
"Yes?"Adrianna asked tiredly , trying to look civil to the Baron who had been stalking her since she arrived.
The Baron smiled gently , though on his twisted and blood stained features it looked rather frightening.
"Adrianna," He said quietly , his voice was achtually rather soothing and kind, "I was wondering if you'd like to come down to the dungeons tonight.by Snape's quarters? We could have some fuuuunnnn."
The Baron purred his last word and Adrianna gaped at him. She opened and closed her mouth a few times , obviously attempting to speak , but it failed her. Instead , she drew a breath and screamed at the tope of her lungs.
"GO FIND SOME DEAD GIRL TO STALK YOU CRAZED , DEMENTED , SIDE SHOW OF A GHOST!!! I'M NOT INTERESTED IN YOU THE LEAST BIT!!!!!!"
The Baron blinked rapidly , processing it all before he quickly forgot he was supposed to be leaning on the wall and fel straight through it. He swore loudly and Adrianna leaned back , staring at the scene she had created. All painting stare at her witht heir mouths open and Peeves , who had rushed over the second he heard yelling , quickly put one and one together and began to do cart wheels in mid air all the while cheering like a cheerleader for Adrianna.
She shook her head , looked down at the goblet and took a long drink of every bit of the liquid. Adrianna tossed the Goblet at peeves , looked at the half of the bloody Baron's transparent form that was protruding from the wall , and turned on her heel , marching up a small flight of stairs and around a corner. Adrianna finally came to the spiral staircase leading up into her tower and began to ascend it. She had ditched the old tower and it's ladder.Adrianna was deathly fearful of heights and ladders.
She pushed up the trap door and climbed into the room , looking around. It was round and the air was pretty cold , the heating system of the calstle didn't seem to reach this room. Desks were situated in the center in neat rows with her desk in front of them. Bookshelfs were around the room along with shelves of various instruments. Adrianna smiled as she noted the prescense of four stacks of books against the wall , pre- counted.
Divination manuals and study books , a dictionary to different divination terms and procedures. Adrianna walked over and began to set the fifth year Gryffindor stack on her desk , they were her next class.
The Gryffindor Class made it to her class on time , all of them , considering they were both excited and near the classroom. The students filed in , talking animatedly about the teacher and more inportantly the Bloody Baron who was standing at the bottom of her staircase glaring at students as they walked by and occasionally yelling a rude comment at someone about their teacher.
"Good Afternoon , Class." Adrianna spoke calmly , though she appeared somewhat shaken. In loopy writing her name was written on the board.They all snapped attention , looking at her like their favourite snack. Adrianna shifted uncomfortably.
"Class , We're going to be reviewing various symbols and omens." At this point the class groaned rather loudly and Adrianna let a well needed smile loose " I heard about your old teacher , no need to worry about me. I won't turn into that old bat."
The class looked at her strangely and Harry looked a Ron a few seats away from him. An understanding passed through them and both boys began to worry desperately if they would need to work to get decent grades this year. Obviously , the rest of the class also noticed as Adrianna scribbled down a list of different types of omens on the chalk board quickly and began to pass out the books that were stacked on her desk.
"You will need to take one of the happiness symbols and put it in relation to another symbol of love , and tell why they probably are classified in the different categories. A half page essay , and you may start now." Adrianna explained to them
Lavender and Parvatti looked slightly dissapointed at the thought of book homework , and Harry and Ron were looking downcast. A divination teacher who assigned homework that required thought??? It just wasn't logical. Harry sighed and began to fish through his book while Ron gape at Adrianna with an almost sad look in his eyes.
"Mr. Weasley?" Adrianna asked kindly.
He snapped to attention. "Yeah?" Ron asked , startled
"Close your mouth please. It's rude to stare." Adrianna finished and smiled at him gently
Ron closed his mouth and shook himself out fof his stupor , looking down at his book and became engrossed in the cover.
Adrianna smirked and walked over to sit at her desk , pulling out her crystal ball and sitting there , gazing at it calmly. Lavender and Parvatti looked up hopefully upon seeing it and watched for a full five minutes before giving up on the proffessor who didn't do anything but stare at it. They looked back down and gave a slight sigh.
Adrianna stare into the crystal thoughtfully , her eyes refocussing on an image that was coming to her. She closed her eyes and it played against the inside of her eyelids , rapidly over and over. The same movie , like a broken reel hell bent on palying itself to it's death. A young boy was on his knees on the alwn of a large house , pulling dandelions out of the grass. Adrianna was touched for a
moment at the prospect of the little boy carrying them into his mother , when she saw a shrill woman appear over him.
"Harry! Hurry up! You still have the garden to weed before Aunt Marge gets here!" Her voice pierced the summer's perfection and Adrianna saw the boy , Harry , nod sadly
"Sure, Aunt Petunia" He said simply
Petunia looked slightly miffed for a moment before turning on her heel and marching back into the house. She was seen glaring at him out of the kitchen window and Harry tugged out the last dandelion. Adrianna saw him take the handful of ravagged plants to the trash can and dump them in , before sulking over to the flower bed.
The scene changed and now harry was covering in a tree , clinging onto the thick branch that was originally going to be base of the tree house Vernon was to build Dudley. Ripper , Aunt Marge's vicious bull dog , was jumping enthusiasticly at the branch trying to bet to Harry. Aunt Marge laughed lowly
"Get down , Harry!" she yelled at him , though pleased.
He hung on as she shoved at the branch and his glasses slipped from his nose. Theyw ere already taped up and shattered once more at the ground.
"Harry Potter!" Petunia screeched , seeing them. She ran out and seized the glasses , glaring at him evilly.
The picture suddenly died and Adrianna mumbled one thing as her eyes opened.
"Harry Potter."
The boy in question looked up immediately and half of the class was looking hopeful at another death prediction. Adrianna's eyes wooped his hairline to study his scar , they observed his glasses which no longer were taped together (probably magic , she reminded herself) and then glanced at his hands that had gripped the tree trunk. No doubtly he had earned a blister for that , She thought silently.
"Your Aunt Marge.Tell me.does she happen to own a bright pink hair bow you know of?"
A.N.: I don't know where that came from , but truthfully , I don't care. It makes a nice cliffie. I'll fix it though , cheers!
