Disclaimer-I own nothing. Except for Tryphaena, Beatrice/Kissy, and Madame Ellen.
Another Fine Year-chapter 2:She with Eyes of Rose Quartz
If there was a record for being sent to the Head of House's office the most times in the shortest time limit, then Miss Ali and Draco Malfoy were sure to win it. This was the third time in a twenty four hour time period they'd been down here. Snape buried a hand in his shoulder length hair and swore to get to the bottom of the matter before resorting to putting them in harnesses like Muggle mothers did with their children so they wouldn't get into trouble. A one on one approach seemed to be better in this case than merely lecturing them...again.
"You may go Mister Malfoy," he swished his hand to accent the words. Damn, did he hate calling Draco that, it always made Snape think of his father. Draco wasted no time in quickly exiting Snape's office and putting as much space between himself and Tryphaena as possible. When Draco was gone, Snape stood up and glowered down at the dark skinned girl. "What seems to be causing these difficulties Miss Ali?" he snarled.
"That boy threatened me," Tryphaena's voice smooth and sharp, like the edge of a sword. She'd exchanged her sand colored robe for a Hogwart's black robe, the silver and green of the Slytherin badge sparkling against the dark fabric. The turban remained though, the only difference was the way it was tied, yet it still covered her hair and ears.
Deep down, Snape wanted to yank off the turban to see if any undead sorceror's dwelled beneath it. He chided himself at the thought, the Voldemort wasn't dumb enough to try the same trick twice, or was he? "I will not have my house fall into anarchy by letting you attack anyone that threatens you. Learn some self control or you'll be spending most of your stay at Hogwarts on your knees cleaning trophies," he waved her away. Miss Ali took more time leaving than Draco had, as if she were trying to find the right response to his remark. With a sligh crinkling of his brow he warned her against that course of action, apparently she took the silent warning, leaving without comment. Once she left, Snape flopped back into his chair and took a small silver vial from his desk. Thank God, he had the insight to brew a few headache relieving potions before the year started.
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Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common room, Ron was lying on the floor laughing, his arms doubled around his waist. The news of Draco and Tryphaena's little rivalry spread across the school like contagious plague, and it amused Ron to no end. Harry and Hermione stood over him, glancing at each other, arguing a silent battle over whether or not they should stop him.
"Ron, classes are going to begin soon," Hermione scolded. "You'll be late if you don't compose yourself."
"Bug off Hermione," Ron said in between laughs. "Let me enjoy this. I'm storing this one right next to the time he was turned into a ferret."
"That's just awful," came a lilting voice from behind the trio. Harry looked over his shoulder to see Beatrice standing behind them, she had swapped her blue robe for a black one, and her pink heels for a pair of red ones with a gold shine to them. "It's not nice to laugh at someone who's been beat up."
Harry leaned over and tryed to get Ron up. "You'd be singing a different tune if you had to put up with Malfoy for the last four years."
Hermione frowned, turned away from Beatrice and whispered "See ya in DATDA," before running out of the common room.
"What's eatin her?" Beatrice pouted.
Ron stood up and brushed off his robe, "She's just jealous. C'mon Harry we're gonna be late. It won't help us at all if we're late on the first day with a new teacher."
"Guys," Beatrice timidly walked over to them. "Could you walk with me to the DATDA room. Ah'm not sure where it is, and Ah don't wanna be late."
Harry looke at Ron, "Sure, we're going there anyways."
Hermione gave Harry and Ron the 'Avada Kedavra' dirty looks when they walked in with Beatrice. The look expanded to include Beatrice when the blonde girl sat next to Harry. There was only a minute left until the class began, but the teacher was nowhere in site. A few students nervously wondered if Dumbledore remembered to hire a new DATDA teacher. In even that light haze of noise, noone noticed the slight creak of a door opening in the back of the class.
"Good morning students," a soft voice said.
The entire class almost jumped out of their skins, once the shock passed a few turned around to put a face to the voice. The new teacher didn't wear a robe, like the other teacher's at Hogwarts. She wore a white turtleneck sweater, a brown leathery vest, a tan skirt that floated to her ankles and black boots that clacked against the wooden floor. She wasn't too tall or short or too thin or fat. Her hair was red and wavey, she wore it in a ponytail that made it look like their was a fluffly pom-pom on the back of her head. But it wasn't her hair or dress that was most astounding thing about her. Floating in front of her eyes were a pair of thin lenses about four inches in diameter made of rose quartz. She made her way to the front of the class and swirled around.
"Let's try that again. Good Morning students."
A few people managed to choke off a halting 'Good Morning'.
"I'm Madame Ellen, I'll be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this year."
Hermione's hand shot up immediatly after she finished talking.
"Yes Miss..."
"Granger, you aren't a professor?"
"No, I never attended a higher university on the subject. I'll be teaching you from experience."
Quite a few mouths dropped in response to this. Madame Ellen went to desk and pulled her roll list.
One of the Hufflepuffs raised his hand tentatively. Once he got Madame Ellen's attention he blurted "You know more than Professor Snape?"
Madame Ellen stood there for a while, as though she didn't hear the question. Her teeth clenched together slightly. "I guess so, I probably wouldn't have this job if I didn't." She ignored the few hands that raised after that and went on with calling the roll. The only verbal interjection was on Beatrice's part, when she let Madame Ellen know her prefered name.
"I'll expect you to behave with me like you did for your last professor. I may be blind, but I can see perfectly out of these lenses, so anytime you see something like this," she rubbed the edge of one lens. "I'll be watching you," she smiled mischeivously.
A second later Neville Longbottom screeched like a little girl and jumped out of his desk. Lying on top of his desk was a lens similar to the ones floating in front of Madame Ellen's eyes. The students sitting around Neville crouched behind their desks. The lens disappeared and Madame Ellen laughed.
"That, is the basis of most myths. Since you heard that I could see through disks such as these, you assumed I could. The truth is I can only see out of these two. Most dark creatures are the same, most of their bad reputations come from the stories which may or may not be true."
After DATDA, came Transfigurations, then Charms, Lunch followed. To Hermione's extreme annoyance Beatrice hung around the trio throughout all those three classes. At lunch Ron was checking their schedule for tommorow.
"Hey, tommorow we have Double Potions with the Slytherins. Yes!"
Harry and Hermione stared at Ron in amazement. Hermione put her hand on Ron's forehead, he didn't have a fever. "What have you done with Ron?" Harry asked.
"No, I might see Draco get clobbered."
"Ah'm pretty good at Potions. Ah could help ya'll out if ya need it," Beatrice offered. Hermione's face screnched up at the mention that she wasn't good in Potions.
"It isn't the class, its the professor, and the company," Ron explained.
"Oh, Ah see. Ya'll's Potion's Mistress is a REAL witch huh?"
Ron doubled over with laughter, and Harry, while trying not to laugh himself managed to say "Yeah, he's a REAL witch."
"Lands sakes! At my old school we had a Potion's Mistress. Is he really that bad?"
"No, he's worse than 'that bad', he's terrible. He also has a chip on his shoulder named Gryffindor," Harry further explained.
"Oh dear."
Endnotes-I haven't forgotten about Beatrice's little nickname. I've decided to refer to as Beatrice out conversation lines, since the name Kissy is well a little weird (to me that is). It's weird but it does fit her personality.
Another Fine Year-chapter 2:She with Eyes of Rose Quartz
If there was a record for being sent to the Head of House's office the most times in the shortest time limit, then Miss Ali and Draco Malfoy were sure to win it. This was the third time in a twenty four hour time period they'd been down here. Snape buried a hand in his shoulder length hair and swore to get to the bottom of the matter before resorting to putting them in harnesses like Muggle mothers did with their children so they wouldn't get into trouble. A one on one approach seemed to be better in this case than merely lecturing them...again.
"You may go Mister Malfoy," he swished his hand to accent the words. Damn, did he hate calling Draco that, it always made Snape think of his father. Draco wasted no time in quickly exiting Snape's office and putting as much space between himself and Tryphaena as possible. When Draco was gone, Snape stood up and glowered down at the dark skinned girl. "What seems to be causing these difficulties Miss Ali?" he snarled.
"That boy threatened me," Tryphaena's voice smooth and sharp, like the edge of a sword. She'd exchanged her sand colored robe for a Hogwart's black robe, the silver and green of the Slytherin badge sparkling against the dark fabric. The turban remained though, the only difference was the way it was tied, yet it still covered her hair and ears.
Deep down, Snape wanted to yank off the turban to see if any undead sorceror's dwelled beneath it. He chided himself at the thought, the Voldemort wasn't dumb enough to try the same trick twice, or was he? "I will not have my house fall into anarchy by letting you attack anyone that threatens you. Learn some self control or you'll be spending most of your stay at Hogwarts on your knees cleaning trophies," he waved her away. Miss Ali took more time leaving than Draco had, as if she were trying to find the right response to his remark. With a sligh crinkling of his brow he warned her against that course of action, apparently she took the silent warning, leaving without comment. Once she left, Snape flopped back into his chair and took a small silver vial from his desk. Thank God, he had the insight to brew a few headache relieving potions before the year started.
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Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common room, Ron was lying on the floor laughing, his arms doubled around his waist. The news of Draco and Tryphaena's little rivalry spread across the school like contagious plague, and it amused Ron to no end. Harry and Hermione stood over him, glancing at each other, arguing a silent battle over whether or not they should stop him.
"Ron, classes are going to begin soon," Hermione scolded. "You'll be late if you don't compose yourself."
"Bug off Hermione," Ron said in between laughs. "Let me enjoy this. I'm storing this one right next to the time he was turned into a ferret."
"That's just awful," came a lilting voice from behind the trio. Harry looked over his shoulder to see Beatrice standing behind them, she had swapped her blue robe for a black one, and her pink heels for a pair of red ones with a gold shine to them. "It's not nice to laugh at someone who's been beat up."
Harry leaned over and tryed to get Ron up. "You'd be singing a different tune if you had to put up with Malfoy for the last four years."
Hermione frowned, turned away from Beatrice and whispered "See ya in DATDA," before running out of the common room.
"What's eatin her?" Beatrice pouted.
Ron stood up and brushed off his robe, "She's just jealous. C'mon Harry we're gonna be late. It won't help us at all if we're late on the first day with a new teacher."
"Guys," Beatrice timidly walked over to them. "Could you walk with me to the DATDA room. Ah'm not sure where it is, and Ah don't wanna be late."
Harry looke at Ron, "Sure, we're going there anyways."
Hermione gave Harry and Ron the 'Avada Kedavra' dirty looks when they walked in with Beatrice. The look expanded to include Beatrice when the blonde girl sat next to Harry. There was only a minute left until the class began, but the teacher was nowhere in site. A few students nervously wondered if Dumbledore remembered to hire a new DATDA teacher. In even that light haze of noise, noone noticed the slight creak of a door opening in the back of the class.
"Good morning students," a soft voice said.
The entire class almost jumped out of their skins, once the shock passed a few turned around to put a face to the voice. The new teacher didn't wear a robe, like the other teacher's at Hogwarts. She wore a white turtleneck sweater, a brown leathery vest, a tan skirt that floated to her ankles and black boots that clacked against the wooden floor. She wasn't too tall or short or too thin or fat. Her hair was red and wavey, she wore it in a ponytail that made it look like their was a fluffly pom-pom on the back of her head. But it wasn't her hair or dress that was most astounding thing about her. Floating in front of her eyes were a pair of thin lenses about four inches in diameter made of rose quartz. She made her way to the front of the class and swirled around.
"Let's try that again. Good Morning students."
A few people managed to choke off a halting 'Good Morning'.
"I'm Madame Ellen, I'll be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this year."
Hermione's hand shot up immediatly after she finished talking.
"Yes Miss..."
"Granger, you aren't a professor?"
"No, I never attended a higher university on the subject. I'll be teaching you from experience."
Quite a few mouths dropped in response to this. Madame Ellen went to desk and pulled her roll list.
One of the Hufflepuffs raised his hand tentatively. Once he got Madame Ellen's attention he blurted "You know more than Professor Snape?"
Madame Ellen stood there for a while, as though she didn't hear the question. Her teeth clenched together slightly. "I guess so, I probably wouldn't have this job if I didn't." She ignored the few hands that raised after that and went on with calling the roll. The only verbal interjection was on Beatrice's part, when she let Madame Ellen know her prefered name.
"I'll expect you to behave with me like you did for your last professor. I may be blind, but I can see perfectly out of these lenses, so anytime you see something like this," she rubbed the edge of one lens. "I'll be watching you," she smiled mischeivously.
A second later Neville Longbottom screeched like a little girl and jumped out of his desk. Lying on top of his desk was a lens similar to the ones floating in front of Madame Ellen's eyes. The students sitting around Neville crouched behind their desks. The lens disappeared and Madame Ellen laughed.
"That, is the basis of most myths. Since you heard that I could see through disks such as these, you assumed I could. The truth is I can only see out of these two. Most dark creatures are the same, most of their bad reputations come from the stories which may or may not be true."
After DATDA, came Transfigurations, then Charms, Lunch followed. To Hermione's extreme annoyance Beatrice hung around the trio throughout all those three classes. At lunch Ron was checking their schedule for tommorow.
"Hey, tommorow we have Double Potions with the Slytherins. Yes!"
Harry and Hermione stared at Ron in amazement. Hermione put her hand on Ron's forehead, he didn't have a fever. "What have you done with Ron?" Harry asked.
"No, I might see Draco get clobbered."
"Ah'm pretty good at Potions. Ah could help ya'll out if ya need it," Beatrice offered. Hermione's face screnched up at the mention that she wasn't good in Potions.
"It isn't the class, its the professor, and the company," Ron explained.
"Oh, Ah see. Ya'll's Potion's Mistress is a REAL witch huh?"
Ron doubled over with laughter, and Harry, while trying not to laugh himself managed to say "Yeah, he's a REAL witch."
"Lands sakes! At my old school we had a Potion's Mistress. Is he really that bad?"
"No, he's worse than 'that bad', he's terrible. He also has a chip on his shoulder named Gryffindor," Harry further explained.
"Oh dear."
Endnotes-I haven't forgotten about Beatrice's little nickname. I've decided to refer to as Beatrice out conversation lines, since the name Kissy is well a little weird (to me that is). It's weird but it does fit her personality.