Harry, Hermione and Ron walked into the Great Hall at Hogwarts. They still
appreciated the enchanted ceiling, adn the magnificent settings of
Hogwarts, but they weren't as in awe of it, as they were in their younger
years. The trio shared a smile as they watched a couple of 2nd year
Ravenclaws giggle and point at everything. AS they sat down at Gryffindor's
table, Harry noticed something very unusual at the teacher's table. For the
first time, since he had been at Hogwarts, there was a female Defence
Against the Dark Arts teacher. Harry turned to Ron to point her out, but
Ron was busy scoping out the rest of the room.
"Harry, Harry! Look at that one, blimey, she's a looker! I wonder what house she's in?"
Ron excitedly pointed out one of the many girls that attended Hogwarts. Hermione looked a little miffed at the attention that Ron was paying to the other girls but didn't say anything. Ron continued to point out and 'grade' the many girls at Hogwarts.
"Gosh Harry, look at her, she's stunning, but she looks a bit older than most 7th years, and look at her robes, they're not Hogwarts robes!" Ron was puzzled, and pulled on Harry's sleeve for attention. But before Harry could inform Ron of the mystery girl's indentity, Dumbledore stood up at the teacher's table and started his customary 'start-of-term' speech. "Welcome again, to another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry. This year, there will be a few minor changes to the teaching lineup. As our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, Hagrid, is away on school business, his classes will be taken by Professor Sprout. And, this year we also have a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Williamson."
At this, Ron's mouth dropped open, for Professor Williamson was the very same woman that Ron had tried to point out to Harry. But, Harry could understand why Ron was disappointed that Williamson wasn't a teacher. She was very tall, with an 'English Rose' complexion - fair skin, pink cheeks. She had longish goldy-brown hair and green eyes. Not as emerald green as Harry's, but more a aqua shade of green. She was, by most people's standards, a beauty. Professor Williamson smiled at the students, and Hermione noticed that many of the boys in the Hall grinned back at her.
As they walked to the Gyriffindor common room, later that night, Ron brought up the new Professor in conversation.
"I don't think she's that special!" Hermione objected. "I mean she's pretty, but she's not the be-all end-all of looks!"
"See that's where all your brains don't count for anything!" Ron stated blankly. Hermione stopped walking and faced him, arms folded across her chest. She gave Ron a 'please continue' look.
"You are the smartest person I know Hermione, but you wouldn't know a good- looking girl if she slapped in the face with you 'Hogwarts:A History' book." Seeing the look on Hermione's face, Harry decided to cut in.
"You see Hermione, you probably just aren't a good judge of beauty because, well, you're a girl. And I'm assuming most girls don't walk around assessing other girls looks!"
Hermione pursed her mouth up, and looked like she was about to disagree, but luckily, they had reached the potrait of the Fat Lady outside their common room. Harry supplied the password, and Hermione just stormed upstairs to the girl's dorms. Harry looked at Ron with a look of suprise on his face.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say she was a little jealous of Prof. Williamson." Harry said.
"And why would that be?" Ron asked.
"Well, look at the way your going ga-ga over her, it's got to be a little disconcerting for Hermione" Harry reasoned.
"Firstly Potter, don't use big words like disconcerting, and secondly, Hermione shouldn't need to be jealous, there is nothing going on between us!" Ron shot back at Harry.
Harry just shrugged, excused himself, and went to bed.
When classes started the next morning, Ron was thrilled to note that they had DADA first up in the morning.
"Now we'll get to see her first thing in the morning, nearly every day" he sighed.
Hermione still wasn't too impressed with Prof. Williamson.
"Yes, well if she knows her stuff, I will think much more highly of her, she'd better not be just a pretty face!" Hermione was determined to get the highest amount of O.W.L.S the school had ever seen.
Harry, who sat silently through their quarall, spoke up for the first time.
"Ron, yes she is pretty, but make sure you pay attention to what she's saying as well! And Hermione, try to give her a chance, won't you?"
Ron and Hermione both nodded their heads. They all then picked up their book bags and headed to their first class - Defence Against the Dark Arts.
When they got to their classroom, Ron pulled them towards desks in the front row. Harry allowed himself to be dragged along, but Hermione yanked her arm out of Ron's grip, and followed at a much more dignified pace. Professor Williamson was sitting on the desk, with her legs crossed. As the last student took his place, she oped her mouth to begin.
"Good morning, I am Anya Williamson, your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Now, I understand, you've had a bit of bad luck in this area before, what with all the different teachers you've had, but I promise I'll try my best to make sure you do well in you O.W.L.S" the Professor smiled, and Hermione looked satisfied.
"Please get out a role of parchment and write down the most interesting things you've studied so far in this class please, and while you're doing that I will pass around another piece of parchment for you to write your names on. I want to learn each and every name of my pupils!" Williamson smiled again, and showed off her white, straight teeth. Ron grinned back at her, and even Harry couldn't help but give a small half-smile at her.
The class worked hard in that class, and toward the end, Prof. Williamson stopped them to give them a break.
"Harry, Harry! Look at that one, blimey, she's a looker! I wonder what house she's in?"
Ron excitedly pointed out one of the many girls that attended Hogwarts. Hermione looked a little miffed at the attention that Ron was paying to the other girls but didn't say anything. Ron continued to point out and 'grade' the many girls at Hogwarts.
"Gosh Harry, look at her, she's stunning, but she looks a bit older than most 7th years, and look at her robes, they're not Hogwarts robes!" Ron was puzzled, and pulled on Harry's sleeve for attention. But before Harry could inform Ron of the mystery girl's indentity, Dumbledore stood up at the teacher's table and started his customary 'start-of-term' speech. "Welcome again, to another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry. This year, there will be a few minor changes to the teaching lineup. As our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, Hagrid, is away on school business, his classes will be taken by Professor Sprout. And, this year we also have a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Williamson."
At this, Ron's mouth dropped open, for Professor Williamson was the very same woman that Ron had tried to point out to Harry. But, Harry could understand why Ron was disappointed that Williamson wasn't a teacher. She was very tall, with an 'English Rose' complexion - fair skin, pink cheeks. She had longish goldy-brown hair and green eyes. Not as emerald green as Harry's, but more a aqua shade of green. She was, by most people's standards, a beauty. Professor Williamson smiled at the students, and Hermione noticed that many of the boys in the Hall grinned back at her.
As they walked to the Gyriffindor common room, later that night, Ron brought up the new Professor in conversation.
"I don't think she's that special!" Hermione objected. "I mean she's pretty, but she's not the be-all end-all of looks!"
"See that's where all your brains don't count for anything!" Ron stated blankly. Hermione stopped walking and faced him, arms folded across her chest. She gave Ron a 'please continue' look.
"You are the smartest person I know Hermione, but you wouldn't know a good- looking girl if she slapped in the face with you 'Hogwarts:A History' book." Seeing the look on Hermione's face, Harry decided to cut in.
"You see Hermione, you probably just aren't a good judge of beauty because, well, you're a girl. And I'm assuming most girls don't walk around assessing other girls looks!"
Hermione pursed her mouth up, and looked like she was about to disagree, but luckily, they had reached the potrait of the Fat Lady outside their common room. Harry supplied the password, and Hermione just stormed upstairs to the girl's dorms. Harry looked at Ron with a look of suprise on his face.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say she was a little jealous of Prof. Williamson." Harry said.
"And why would that be?" Ron asked.
"Well, look at the way your going ga-ga over her, it's got to be a little disconcerting for Hermione" Harry reasoned.
"Firstly Potter, don't use big words like disconcerting, and secondly, Hermione shouldn't need to be jealous, there is nothing going on between us!" Ron shot back at Harry.
Harry just shrugged, excused himself, and went to bed.
When classes started the next morning, Ron was thrilled to note that they had DADA first up in the morning.
"Now we'll get to see her first thing in the morning, nearly every day" he sighed.
Hermione still wasn't too impressed with Prof. Williamson.
"Yes, well if she knows her stuff, I will think much more highly of her, she'd better not be just a pretty face!" Hermione was determined to get the highest amount of O.W.L.S the school had ever seen.
Harry, who sat silently through their quarall, spoke up for the first time.
"Ron, yes she is pretty, but make sure you pay attention to what she's saying as well! And Hermione, try to give her a chance, won't you?"
Ron and Hermione both nodded their heads. They all then picked up their book bags and headed to their first class - Defence Against the Dark Arts.
When they got to their classroom, Ron pulled them towards desks in the front row. Harry allowed himself to be dragged along, but Hermione yanked her arm out of Ron's grip, and followed at a much more dignified pace. Professor Williamson was sitting on the desk, with her legs crossed. As the last student took his place, she oped her mouth to begin.
"Good morning, I am Anya Williamson, your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Now, I understand, you've had a bit of bad luck in this area before, what with all the different teachers you've had, but I promise I'll try my best to make sure you do well in you O.W.L.S" the Professor smiled, and Hermione looked satisfied.
"Please get out a role of parchment and write down the most interesting things you've studied so far in this class please, and while you're doing that I will pass around another piece of parchment for you to write your names on. I want to learn each and every name of my pupils!" Williamson smiled again, and showed off her white, straight teeth. Ron grinned back at her, and even Harry couldn't help but give a small half-smile at her.
The class worked hard in that class, and toward the end, Prof. Williamson stopped them to give them a break.