Short, yeah, but wouldn't you rather a lot of short chapters in quick.okay,
maybe not-so-quick.succession? Okies, people, look forward to.a whole of
something. It's holidays, people, and I graduated! (Not high school) (Not
university either) (I looked like a total dork in the yearbook) Anyways,
Merry Christmas Eve-Eve!
"What the hell was that about?" Ron asked as they entered the common room, which was thankfully empty.
"I have no idea," Harry replied, plopping down into one of the chairs that circled the fireplace.
"Isn't it obvious?" Hermione asked, her eyes flashing. "Professor Park was talking to someone about killings, murders, and how he and the guy he was talking to had killed more than a whole team!"
"How would you know?" Ron asked. "I seem to remember someone absolutely positive that Snape was trying to kill Harry. In fact, if I'm not mistaken, that was.you, Miss Granger."
Hermione got up, anger written all over her face. "Since you conveniently forgot something, Mister Weasley, I'll remind you. You were the one who was sure Snape was trying to kill Harry."
Ron gave a disbelieving snort. "So you don't think it's possible for a former Death Eater to be bad, but you're convinced that one of the only cool teachers at Hogwarts is now a cold-blooded killer."
Hermione said nothing, just sank lower into the chair and sulked.
The next Physical Defense lesson Adam said they would do anything happened on a Tuesday. Harry, Hermione and Ron walked into the classroom almost ten minutes early, somehow not surprised that Adam was practicing. He slowed, coming out of the trance-like state he had been in. The professor finished facing towards them, and his eyes showed expectance.
"Ron, Hermione and Harry. Why is it that you three are usually the ones who put in appearances at a suitable time?" he asked, picking up a nearby towel.
"Uh, there's still a few minutes to go, Professor," Hermione piped up.
"So there is." Adam cocked his head. "In fact, I hear the rest of them coming."
In ten minutes, all had been assembled. All had on Muggle clothing, some looking more comfortable than others.
"Now," Adam began as he stood in front of the students. "All of the things I will teach you this year are to be used only in defense. Any uses of these moves in attacking goes against all morals of martial arts, whether it be boxing, karate, kung-fu or tae-kwon-doe. The only exception to this rule is professional matches, like World Wrestling Federation matches, Olympic judo matches or sparring. All I will teach you in this class is defense moves, although I think most of you would rather do tornado kicks. Now, pair up. Preferably boy/girl."
Harry was grabbed by Hermione, which left Ron to take Lavender. Adam continued, "Now most of you probably would have heard of this, but it's one of the most common things muggers, et cetera do. Now, the boys, or the biggest, go behind the girl, and put an arm around her neck, like in a headlock. Pay attention those with younger siblings, because this really does work."
Harry flopped into the comfortable chair in front of the fireplace. "I'm beat," he groaned as he heard Hermione and Ron stumble towards him.
Adam had put everyone through a lot of work, and physically Harry was quite alright, despite Hermione being a bit eager and landing him with a good bruise on the ribs. Mentally, he was aching, partly from the fumes from Divination, which had been straight afterwards, but partly from some of the things Adam had said. The teacher had McGonagall's and Snape's gift of keeping classes quiet, but in addition the quiet-spoken young adult had undeniable ways to make you take mental notes on all that he said.
Hermione looked at him apologetically. "Sorry about the ribs, Harry,' she said again.
"Herm, they're alright,' he assured her, opening one eye a crack. He yawned. "But if you don't mind, I'm going to bed."
"Goodnight, Harry," Ron said as Harry passed him.
"Night Ron, Hermione."
Teaser sentence/s for next chapter: "I'm looking for Adam Park. Is he anywhere around?"
"Hi Rock."
"What the hell was that about?" Ron asked as they entered the common room, which was thankfully empty.
"I have no idea," Harry replied, plopping down into one of the chairs that circled the fireplace.
"Isn't it obvious?" Hermione asked, her eyes flashing. "Professor Park was talking to someone about killings, murders, and how he and the guy he was talking to had killed more than a whole team!"
"How would you know?" Ron asked. "I seem to remember someone absolutely positive that Snape was trying to kill Harry. In fact, if I'm not mistaken, that was.you, Miss Granger."
Hermione got up, anger written all over her face. "Since you conveniently forgot something, Mister Weasley, I'll remind you. You were the one who was sure Snape was trying to kill Harry."
Ron gave a disbelieving snort. "So you don't think it's possible for a former Death Eater to be bad, but you're convinced that one of the only cool teachers at Hogwarts is now a cold-blooded killer."
Hermione said nothing, just sank lower into the chair and sulked.
The next Physical Defense lesson Adam said they would do anything happened on a Tuesday. Harry, Hermione and Ron walked into the classroom almost ten minutes early, somehow not surprised that Adam was practicing. He slowed, coming out of the trance-like state he had been in. The professor finished facing towards them, and his eyes showed expectance.
"Ron, Hermione and Harry. Why is it that you three are usually the ones who put in appearances at a suitable time?" he asked, picking up a nearby towel.
"Uh, there's still a few minutes to go, Professor," Hermione piped up.
"So there is." Adam cocked his head. "In fact, I hear the rest of them coming."
In ten minutes, all had been assembled. All had on Muggle clothing, some looking more comfortable than others.
"Now," Adam began as he stood in front of the students. "All of the things I will teach you this year are to be used only in defense. Any uses of these moves in attacking goes against all morals of martial arts, whether it be boxing, karate, kung-fu or tae-kwon-doe. The only exception to this rule is professional matches, like World Wrestling Federation matches, Olympic judo matches or sparring. All I will teach you in this class is defense moves, although I think most of you would rather do tornado kicks. Now, pair up. Preferably boy/girl."
Harry was grabbed by Hermione, which left Ron to take Lavender. Adam continued, "Now most of you probably would have heard of this, but it's one of the most common things muggers, et cetera do. Now, the boys, or the biggest, go behind the girl, and put an arm around her neck, like in a headlock. Pay attention those with younger siblings, because this really does work."
Harry flopped into the comfortable chair in front of the fireplace. "I'm beat," he groaned as he heard Hermione and Ron stumble towards him.
Adam had put everyone through a lot of work, and physically Harry was quite alright, despite Hermione being a bit eager and landing him with a good bruise on the ribs. Mentally, he was aching, partly from the fumes from Divination, which had been straight afterwards, but partly from some of the things Adam had said. The teacher had McGonagall's and Snape's gift of keeping classes quiet, but in addition the quiet-spoken young adult had undeniable ways to make you take mental notes on all that he said.
Hermione looked at him apologetically. "Sorry about the ribs, Harry,' she said again.
"Herm, they're alright,' he assured her, opening one eye a crack. He yawned. "But if you don't mind, I'm going to bed."
"Goodnight, Harry," Ron said as Harry passed him.
"Night Ron, Hermione."
Teaser sentence/s for next chapter: "I'm looking for Adam Park. Is he anywhere around?"
"Hi Rock."