Rosemary For Protection
Chapter 6
(A/N) I have 35 pages of material, and only 8 posted! If I get in gear, there should be a lot more soon.
"Funny, nobody in Maine is scared of fairies..." I wondered.
"Yes, but you don't have Cornish pixies in Maine!" Remus grinned.
"Those blue things? God, no. But what does thathave to do with fairies and werewolves?" I was lost.
Remus' eyes took on a mischevious glint. "According to Professor Walsh, pixies and fairies are closely related, and therefore act similarly. We've never had anyone or anything to prove her wrong, or right, with before; so now you can!"
"Why am I not getting the best feeling about this?" I moaned.
"Oh, don't worry," Remus told me. "Things will be better with Sirius here."
"How so?" I asked warily.
Remus laughed quietly. "Last year he convinced Professor Walsh that he was under a Vampire Curse. That was hilarious. Between the two of us, neither of us, James, Peter, or Lily had to do homework all year. And this year..." He trailed off as we approached the classroom.
We entered, to find Professor Dumbledore sitting on the teacher's desk, swinging his feet and humming. Scrambling to get into seats before the bell rang, Remus and I ended up a desk apart, with an empty one between us.
"Good morning, class. I will be teaching your Defense classes this year, due to some ... difficulties with Professor Walsh." Half the class snickered behind their hands. "Today you will be shown how to identify magical explosives, and in the next week, how to delay their explosion and how to disarm some of them."
The rest of the period was spent taking notes on hallmarks and details of magical explosives, and the most common uses.
After the lesson, I followed Remus to the hospital wing to meet Lily and James, who were checking on Sirius. He was alive, but wouldn't be awake for another hour or so.
"What do you have next?" James asked me.
"Charms. How do I get there?"
Lily showed me to the class, a million and one corridors and stairways away, and left me there.
I opened the heavy wooden door, and stepped in. A tiny man I could only assume to be Professor Flitwick was standing on his desk and taking attendance. "Welcome back to Hogwarts! Today's will be a practical lesson, you may put away your books and parchment. Please keep a quill on your desk."
I sat in the only empty seat I saw, and realized I was in fourth-year Charms.
The girl I sat next to had hair a lot like mine, black and long, except that hers was tied up neatly. She smiled a very toothy smile at me. "Hi there. I'm Cinda."
I shook her hand. "Rosemary. Pleased to meet you." I turned to Professor Flitwick, and listened to his explanation of what he wanted us to do.
"Today will be a review day, class, and so everything you have learned so far in this class, with very few exceptions, is yours to practice. If you have any questions, see me."
Almost immediately, the Professor was floating above his desk, chuckling. "And practice on quills, pillows, and things like that, not people!" He was dropped down onto the desk with an audible "oof!"
Cinda smirked, and drew her wand out of her sleeve. "I love doing that," She muttered.
We spent the rest of class making the lights around the classroom flick on and off, and having miniature quidditch matches with quills and bits of colored parchment.
The bell rang, startling me so badly my quill left a long black mark on some boy's head. He raised an eyebrow and returned my quill.
I checked my schedule and saw my next class: History of Magic. "Professor Flitwick? Can you give me directions to the History of Magic classroom?"
He smiled kindly, and proceeded to confuse me with a long string of second lefts and third rights, and I left the classroom knowing I was going to get lost. I followed as much of the directions as I could remember, but ended up following random people in my year around until someone noticed me and asked if I was lost. The blond girl lead me to the classroom, and introduced herself. "I'm Narcissa LeStrange. Who are you?"
"Rosemary Potter. What house are you in?"
"Slytherin," She answered, looking faintly disgusted. "You're a Gryffindor, aren't you?"
I nodded, thanked her for leading me here, and slipped into the classroom. I looked around, and saw a few familiar faces. "Rosemary!" Someone hissed from across the room. I glanced over there, and saw a telltale flash of very red hair.
I took a seat in their cluster of desks, and before I could get their names, class started.
Nothing, however, could have prepared me for what came next, save for a little warning. I was in the middle of asking who taught the class, when he came drifting through the blackboard. I shrieked, startled, as a silvery-wite, very OLD person walked right through the chalkboard.
Molly covered my mouth with her hand before I could make any more noise. "That's Professor Binns," She whispered in my ear, "He's really very cranky and old."
Nodding, I made a little "oh" of understanding. She took her hand away, and proceeded to write me a note while pretending to take notes on the Goblin Rebellions of 1842, and what havoc they wreaked in Muggle Britain.
"Around us is Ana, Minnie, and Tori. They're all very nice, but talkative for Ravenclaws."
Relieved, I told her thanks and tried to take notes for Professor Binns. This class ended with a shrill ring of the bell, just like the ones before it, and then it was lunchtime.
When Molly and I got to the Gryffindor table, I sat down next to Lily and pulled out my Charms notes, hoping to be more prepared next class.
Chapter 6
(A/N) I have 35 pages of material, and only 8 posted! If I get in gear, there should be a lot more soon.
"Funny, nobody in Maine is scared of fairies..." I wondered.
"Yes, but you don't have Cornish pixies in Maine!" Remus grinned.
"Those blue things? God, no. But what does thathave to do with fairies and werewolves?" I was lost.
Remus' eyes took on a mischevious glint. "According to Professor Walsh, pixies and fairies are closely related, and therefore act similarly. We've never had anyone or anything to prove her wrong, or right, with before; so now you can!"
"Why am I not getting the best feeling about this?" I moaned.
"Oh, don't worry," Remus told me. "Things will be better with Sirius here."
"How so?" I asked warily.
Remus laughed quietly. "Last year he convinced Professor Walsh that he was under a Vampire Curse. That was hilarious. Between the two of us, neither of us, James, Peter, or Lily had to do homework all year. And this year..." He trailed off as we approached the classroom.
We entered, to find Professor Dumbledore sitting on the teacher's desk, swinging his feet and humming. Scrambling to get into seats before the bell rang, Remus and I ended up a desk apart, with an empty one between us.
"Good morning, class. I will be teaching your Defense classes this year, due to some ... difficulties with Professor Walsh." Half the class snickered behind their hands. "Today you will be shown how to identify magical explosives, and in the next week, how to delay their explosion and how to disarm some of them."
The rest of the period was spent taking notes on hallmarks and details of magical explosives, and the most common uses.
After the lesson, I followed Remus to the hospital wing to meet Lily and James, who were checking on Sirius. He was alive, but wouldn't be awake for another hour or so.
"What do you have next?" James asked me.
"Charms. How do I get there?"
Lily showed me to the class, a million and one corridors and stairways away, and left me there.
I opened the heavy wooden door, and stepped in. A tiny man I could only assume to be Professor Flitwick was standing on his desk and taking attendance. "Welcome back to Hogwarts! Today's will be a practical lesson, you may put away your books and parchment. Please keep a quill on your desk."
I sat in the only empty seat I saw, and realized I was in fourth-year Charms.
The girl I sat next to had hair a lot like mine, black and long, except that hers was tied up neatly. She smiled a very toothy smile at me. "Hi there. I'm Cinda."
I shook her hand. "Rosemary. Pleased to meet you." I turned to Professor Flitwick, and listened to his explanation of what he wanted us to do.
"Today will be a review day, class, and so everything you have learned so far in this class, with very few exceptions, is yours to practice. If you have any questions, see me."
Almost immediately, the Professor was floating above his desk, chuckling. "And practice on quills, pillows, and things like that, not people!" He was dropped down onto the desk with an audible "oof!"
Cinda smirked, and drew her wand out of her sleeve. "I love doing that," She muttered.
We spent the rest of class making the lights around the classroom flick on and off, and having miniature quidditch matches with quills and bits of colored parchment.
The bell rang, startling me so badly my quill left a long black mark on some boy's head. He raised an eyebrow and returned my quill.
I checked my schedule and saw my next class: History of Magic. "Professor Flitwick? Can you give me directions to the History of Magic classroom?"
He smiled kindly, and proceeded to confuse me with a long string of second lefts and third rights, and I left the classroom knowing I was going to get lost. I followed as much of the directions as I could remember, but ended up following random people in my year around until someone noticed me and asked if I was lost. The blond girl lead me to the classroom, and introduced herself. "I'm Narcissa LeStrange. Who are you?"
"Rosemary Potter. What house are you in?"
"Slytherin," She answered, looking faintly disgusted. "You're a Gryffindor, aren't you?"
I nodded, thanked her for leading me here, and slipped into the classroom. I looked around, and saw a few familiar faces. "Rosemary!" Someone hissed from across the room. I glanced over there, and saw a telltale flash of very red hair.
I took a seat in their cluster of desks, and before I could get their names, class started.
Nothing, however, could have prepared me for what came next, save for a little warning. I was in the middle of asking who taught the class, when he came drifting through the blackboard. I shrieked, startled, as a silvery-wite, very OLD person walked right through the chalkboard.
Molly covered my mouth with her hand before I could make any more noise. "That's Professor Binns," She whispered in my ear, "He's really very cranky and old."
Nodding, I made a little "oh" of understanding. She took her hand away, and proceeded to write me a note while pretending to take notes on the Goblin Rebellions of 1842, and what havoc they wreaked in Muggle Britain.
"Around us is Ana, Minnie, and Tori. They're all very nice, but talkative for Ravenclaws."
Relieved, I told her thanks and tried to take notes for Professor Binns. This class ended with a shrill ring of the bell, just like the ones before it, and then it was lunchtime.
When Molly and I got to the Gryffindor table, I sat down next to Lily and pulled out my Charms notes, hoping to be more prepared next class.