Harry looked down at his schedule. First day of classes, and he was already
behind. "Great, Defense Against The Dark Arts too" he mumbled under his
breath as he fought to catch up to Ron and Hermione, who were walking
ahead, engaged in conversation. When he finally did catch up to them, it
was when they were all lined up against the wall next to the classroom
door, waiting for Mr. McKinley to show up. As they all stood, chatting
away, they were abruptly stopped when the old man showed up.
The first thing that Harry noticed about him was that he had a slight hump on his back. Not a big one, but it was noticeable. That, and the fact that he seemed so-pale, decked out in torn and tattered black robes. McKinley walked to the door, and unlocked it with a wave of his wand. Harry, Ron and Hermione all made sure to get seats near each other, also near the front of the room. McKinley hobbled to the desk, and lifted up the large attendance book. He started calling out names. It wasn't until this moment that Harry realized that the Slytherins were also there.
The professor started reading off the names, and looked everyone in the eye when he called there name. His pale blue eyes seemed to peer straight into there souls, very much like the way Professor Moody's had. After he was done taking roll, McKinley put a smile on his face, which did nothing to brighten the hardened mans face. Instead it made it seem all the more scarier. Ron leaned over to Harry. "Are you sure he isn't a Dark Art himself? He looks old enough to have been around from time itself!" As if on cue, McKinley walked up to Ron.
"Mr. Weasly, unless you want to join your brothers in detention, I suggest you think before you say ANYthing in my classroom" Ron turned as red as his hair, and mumbled an apology. "What was that Mr. Weasly? Speak up, I'm an old man, I can't hear very well."
"I said sorry." McKinley put a bemused grin on his face. Harry looked back and found Draco sniggering in the back. Harry wasn't the only one either.
"And Mr. Malfoy, would you like to tell the class what's so funny? Obviously it's not Mr. Weasly's flirt with detention. Because if it is, I'll have to give you detention as well. And I think that Ms. Furter would enjoy a helping hand polishing the statues." And, withough missing a beat, the teacher pulled another book off the shelf that sat behind his desk, and leafed through it, before looking up at the class again. "I trust you have all at least flipped through your books since you got them." All but Hermione seemed to panic at this. "If you have, a quiz on this should be a breeze." A wave of sheer terror seemed to wash over the class, and McKinley gave a demonic laugh. "But, I've never belived in any strenuious work on the first day of school, so I'm going to cut you some slack. Get together in groups of three and come up with a list of things you know, and things you would like to know. And hopefully, we can get to all of it."
Harry, Ron and Herminoe proceeded to go over there list, and then chatter until the professor called the activity to a halt. He quickly looked over all of them. "Very interesting." It was then he decided to look up at the clock. "Hm..seems that class is over. In that case, I'll see you all tomorrow." He said, and when nobody moved he looked up again. "That was your cue to leave. Class dismissed." Still, nobody moved. "LEAVE! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU UNTIL LUNCH!" He screamed out, and this finally got the class to leave. As Harry, Ron, and Hermione left the class room, Harry had the feeling that this was going to be one of his favorite classes.
The first thing that Harry noticed about him was that he had a slight hump on his back. Not a big one, but it was noticeable. That, and the fact that he seemed so-pale, decked out in torn and tattered black robes. McKinley walked to the door, and unlocked it with a wave of his wand. Harry, Ron and Hermione all made sure to get seats near each other, also near the front of the room. McKinley hobbled to the desk, and lifted up the large attendance book. He started calling out names. It wasn't until this moment that Harry realized that the Slytherins were also there.
The professor started reading off the names, and looked everyone in the eye when he called there name. His pale blue eyes seemed to peer straight into there souls, very much like the way Professor Moody's had. After he was done taking roll, McKinley put a smile on his face, which did nothing to brighten the hardened mans face. Instead it made it seem all the more scarier. Ron leaned over to Harry. "Are you sure he isn't a Dark Art himself? He looks old enough to have been around from time itself!" As if on cue, McKinley walked up to Ron.
"Mr. Weasly, unless you want to join your brothers in detention, I suggest you think before you say ANYthing in my classroom" Ron turned as red as his hair, and mumbled an apology. "What was that Mr. Weasly? Speak up, I'm an old man, I can't hear very well."
"I said sorry." McKinley put a bemused grin on his face. Harry looked back and found Draco sniggering in the back. Harry wasn't the only one either.
"And Mr. Malfoy, would you like to tell the class what's so funny? Obviously it's not Mr. Weasly's flirt with detention. Because if it is, I'll have to give you detention as well. And I think that Ms. Furter would enjoy a helping hand polishing the statues." And, withough missing a beat, the teacher pulled another book off the shelf that sat behind his desk, and leafed through it, before looking up at the class again. "I trust you have all at least flipped through your books since you got them." All but Hermione seemed to panic at this. "If you have, a quiz on this should be a breeze." A wave of sheer terror seemed to wash over the class, and McKinley gave a demonic laugh. "But, I've never belived in any strenuious work on the first day of school, so I'm going to cut you some slack. Get together in groups of three and come up with a list of things you know, and things you would like to know. And hopefully, we can get to all of it."
Harry, Ron and Herminoe proceeded to go over there list, and then chatter until the professor called the activity to a halt. He quickly looked over all of them. "Very interesting." It was then he decided to look up at the clock. "Hm..seems that class is over. In that case, I'll see you all tomorrow." He said, and when nobody moved he looked up again. "That was your cue to leave. Class dismissed." Still, nobody moved. "LEAVE! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU UNTIL LUNCH!" He screamed out, and this finally got the class to leave. As Harry, Ron, and Hermione left the class room, Harry had the feeling that this was going to be one of his favorite classes.
