"OK, I think I've got all your names now! But to test myself, I'm going to
call them out according to where you're sitting. If I get your name wrong,
you can ask me a question about myself." Anya started to call out the names
of the students, and she got them all right, up until Ron's.
"Oh, I know you're Percy's brother, I just can't think of your name. I'm sorry, tell me what it is, then you may ask me a question"
"Ron Weasly. And, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"
Anya laughed.
"No, I don't mind you asking, I believe a person should be proud of their age, and what they've achieved in their life time. I'm 35"
Ron sighed, looking dejected.
"That is old" he whispered to Hermione, who looked pleased about this little fact. Professor Williamson went on with the names, getting Hermione's name correct and then moving on to Harry's.
"Ah, Harry Potter, I see. I could never forget hair like that. You are obviously James' son"
Harry blushed when she mentioned his hair, while also realising that Anya must have gone to school with his father, and probably would have been around the same age. While pondering this, Prof. Williamson let the class go, and Ron, Harry and Hermione separated to attend their next lessons.
Harry and Ron floated through a Divination lesson, and then met up again with Hermione for a Potions lesson. Suprisingly, Snape didn't take any house points off Gryfinddor, but he still managed a snide comment to Harry "Ah, you're back Potter. I see Trelawneys predictions are yet again, wrong"
Harry ignored Snape, and he soon swept off. The rest of the lesson went rather quickly, and before he knew it, it was time for dinner.
Dinner that night was fairly quiet. Ron was gazing at Prof. Williamson, not noticing that he was dripping his potatoes and gravy all down the front of his robes. Hermione, as usual, had her nose stuck in a book, and Harry was still thinking about what Anya had said about his dad. He reasoned that if Williamson knew his father, maybe Sirius knew who she was.
Later that night, Harry sat in the common-room with a piece of parchment and quill in front of him. Hermione was unsure of whether or not to tell Sirius about Anya Williamson.
"It might bring up bad memories for Sirius, if he did know her!" she objected.
"How could you ever had bad memories of anyone that beautiful?" Ron wondered aloud. Hermione looked a teensy bit annoyed, but kept her mouth shut. Harry was a bit persuaded by Hermione's argument, but eventually decided to include Anya in his letter to Sirius.
Dear Sirius,
We've just started a new term at Hogwarts, and things are going well so far. I hope all is well with you. We have a new teacher this year, a female Defence Against the Dark Arts. She mentioned that she knew my dad, so I was thinking maybe you knew her as well. Her name is Anya Williamson, she seems pretty nice. Ron thinks he is in love with her at that Ron punched Harry hard in the stomach upon reading the letter
She is very pretty. She has goldish long hair and green eyes. I dunno if you knew her or not, but you'd probably wish you had! Professor Sprout is taking over Care of Magical Creatures this year, as Hagrid is still away. I hope you are safe and well, should I send you more food?
Harry
Harry wondered whether he should have ended it 'Love, Harry', but decided that it was better this way. He folded the parchment up, and put it away in his trunk, to be sent first thing in the morning. When he came back down to the common room, he noticed both Hermione and Ron were red in the face, and were glaring murderously at each other. Upon seeing Harry, Hermione stomped away to the girl's dorms.
"You'd probably just agree with him anyway" Harry heard Hermione mutter this as she walked past.
"What was that about?"
"What else, Hermione still doesn't think Williamson is a good enough teacher!" Ron was still smarting.
"She heard me and Fred discussing how her, uh.... looks, contribute to the working environment, and she went into a flurry about looks not helping you get a good job. That girl has GOT to lighten up" Ron finished up.
"Well, if you ask me, she's still jealous," Harry added. Ron glared at him. Harry grinned and shrugged. The next morning Harry and Hermione went down to the owlery first thing to post the letter to Sirius. Hermione filled Harry in on her side of the argument.
"Honestly, Ron is much to obsessed with personal appearance. Not his own of course! But other peoples! Just because a person may be considered pretty by someone, doesn't mean that they are qualified in a position that should be given to the best person!" Hermione was as upset as Ron, maybe even more. Harry could see this was an argument that would not let up easily. He just nodded his head at Hermione's words while they walked back together, to the Great Hall.
Over breakfast, Ron and Hermione continued to snip at each other, but there were no major arguments. Harry took this as a sign that they day wasn't going to get much worse.
Meanwhile, at Remus Lupin's humble abode, Sirius was reading Harry's letter. When he got to the part about Anya Williamson, he stopped to show Lupin, then read on. After he finished reading, Sirius turned to Lupin.
"ANYA WILLIAMSON!" he roared.
"Sirius, don't get too upset," Lupin reasoned. He knew the story of Sirius and Anya, he had heard it on many occasions, whilst Sirius was staying with him. Sirius wouldn't listen to logical thinking.
"What's not to get upset about, she was the woman who allowed me to be sent off to Azkaban!"
Lupin looked shocked.
"Sirius, you know that's not true!"
"Well she sure as hell did nothing to help me, and that makes her responsible in my books!" Sirius was outraged.
But Remus was sure that the Anya he remembered would have helped Sirius in any way possible.
"Oh, I know you're Percy's brother, I just can't think of your name. I'm sorry, tell me what it is, then you may ask me a question"
"Ron Weasly. And, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"
Anya laughed.
"No, I don't mind you asking, I believe a person should be proud of their age, and what they've achieved in their life time. I'm 35"
Ron sighed, looking dejected.
"That is old" he whispered to Hermione, who looked pleased about this little fact. Professor Williamson went on with the names, getting Hermione's name correct and then moving on to Harry's.
"Ah, Harry Potter, I see. I could never forget hair like that. You are obviously James' son"
Harry blushed when she mentioned his hair, while also realising that Anya must have gone to school with his father, and probably would have been around the same age. While pondering this, Prof. Williamson let the class go, and Ron, Harry and Hermione separated to attend their next lessons.
Harry and Ron floated through a Divination lesson, and then met up again with Hermione for a Potions lesson. Suprisingly, Snape didn't take any house points off Gryfinddor, but he still managed a snide comment to Harry "Ah, you're back Potter. I see Trelawneys predictions are yet again, wrong"
Harry ignored Snape, and he soon swept off. The rest of the lesson went rather quickly, and before he knew it, it was time for dinner.
Dinner that night was fairly quiet. Ron was gazing at Prof. Williamson, not noticing that he was dripping his potatoes and gravy all down the front of his robes. Hermione, as usual, had her nose stuck in a book, and Harry was still thinking about what Anya had said about his dad. He reasoned that if Williamson knew his father, maybe Sirius knew who she was.
Later that night, Harry sat in the common-room with a piece of parchment and quill in front of him. Hermione was unsure of whether or not to tell Sirius about Anya Williamson.
"It might bring up bad memories for Sirius, if he did know her!" she objected.
"How could you ever had bad memories of anyone that beautiful?" Ron wondered aloud. Hermione looked a teensy bit annoyed, but kept her mouth shut. Harry was a bit persuaded by Hermione's argument, but eventually decided to include Anya in his letter to Sirius.
Dear Sirius,
We've just started a new term at Hogwarts, and things are going well so far. I hope all is well with you. We have a new teacher this year, a female Defence Against the Dark Arts. She mentioned that she knew my dad, so I was thinking maybe you knew her as well. Her name is Anya Williamson, she seems pretty nice. Ron thinks he is in love with her at that Ron punched Harry hard in the stomach upon reading the letter
She is very pretty. She has goldish long hair and green eyes. I dunno if you knew her or not, but you'd probably wish you had! Professor Sprout is taking over Care of Magical Creatures this year, as Hagrid is still away. I hope you are safe and well, should I send you more food?
Harry
Harry wondered whether he should have ended it 'Love, Harry', but decided that it was better this way. He folded the parchment up, and put it away in his trunk, to be sent first thing in the morning. When he came back down to the common room, he noticed both Hermione and Ron were red in the face, and were glaring murderously at each other. Upon seeing Harry, Hermione stomped away to the girl's dorms.
"You'd probably just agree with him anyway" Harry heard Hermione mutter this as she walked past.
"What was that about?"
"What else, Hermione still doesn't think Williamson is a good enough teacher!" Ron was still smarting.
"She heard me and Fred discussing how her, uh.... looks, contribute to the working environment, and she went into a flurry about looks not helping you get a good job. That girl has GOT to lighten up" Ron finished up.
"Well, if you ask me, she's still jealous," Harry added. Ron glared at him. Harry grinned and shrugged. The next morning Harry and Hermione went down to the owlery first thing to post the letter to Sirius. Hermione filled Harry in on her side of the argument.
"Honestly, Ron is much to obsessed with personal appearance. Not his own of course! But other peoples! Just because a person may be considered pretty by someone, doesn't mean that they are qualified in a position that should be given to the best person!" Hermione was as upset as Ron, maybe even more. Harry could see this was an argument that would not let up easily. He just nodded his head at Hermione's words while they walked back together, to the Great Hall.
Over breakfast, Ron and Hermione continued to snip at each other, but there were no major arguments. Harry took this as a sign that they day wasn't going to get much worse.
Meanwhile, at Remus Lupin's humble abode, Sirius was reading Harry's letter. When he got to the part about Anya Williamson, he stopped to show Lupin, then read on. After he finished reading, Sirius turned to Lupin.
"ANYA WILLIAMSON!" he roared.
"Sirius, don't get too upset," Lupin reasoned. He knew the story of Sirius and Anya, he had heard it on many occasions, whilst Sirius was staying with him. Sirius wouldn't listen to logical thinking.
"What's not to get upset about, she was the woman who allowed me to be sent off to Azkaban!"
Lupin looked shocked.
"Sirius, you know that's not true!"
"Well she sure as hell did nothing to help me, and that makes her responsible in my books!" Sirius was outraged.
But Remus was sure that the Anya he remembered would have helped Sirius in any way possible.