Chapter 4
The headmaster dismissed them. After they were out of his office and back in the hallway, Azia turned to Harry,
"What other classes do you have?"
"Care of Magical Creatures, Transfiguration, History of-"
"Trans-a-who-sa-whatsit?" Harry laughed. Azia was very proud of herself; her plan was working-so far.
"It's changing stuff into other stuff." She still looked confused. "Er, like changing a monkey into a chair. And then there's A History of Magic, but that's really boring, and Potions, which is torture, and-"
"Potions? That's like, brewing potions, right? It sounds interesting."
"Yeah, but Snape teaches it, and he's, well, evil."
"Oh. Is that it?"
"No, we also have Charms, and Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Herbology, and," Harry noticed the confused look on Azia's face, "That's like magic plants and stuff. And there's astronomy, too."
"Whoa. What's your favorite class? I'm guessing it's not Tiffination." Harry laughed. "What?"
"It's 'Divination', not 'Tiffination.'"
"Oh, sorry. And I'm also guessing that Potion isn't your favorite, either."
"No way in heck. I think my favorite class is Defense Against the Dark Arts. Lupin teaches that class, and he's loads better than Lockhart."
"Lockhart? Was he the teacher last year?"
"Yeah, and none of us learned anything, except not to let pixies loose."
They kept talking about things. Azia kept bombarding Harry with questions. Harry was proud of the fact that he 'knew so much more' than her, and she was proud because Harry was too proud of himself to realize, or even suspect that she was faking it. They were just walking past a painting of a rather fat man on the sixth floor when Harry looked at his watch and realized it would be time for dinner soon.
"Oh, we'd better start heading for the Great Hall. Hermione and Ron'll be wondering where I am."
"Ron and-excuse me, what was the name? I assume they're your friends."
"Yeah, it's Hermione. Her-my-oh-knee."
"Oh, sorry."
"That's fine. But yeah, they're my best friends, and they'll be worried that I haven't shown up in any of my classes this afternoon." Harry rushed off to get to the hall, occasionally having to slow down so Azia could catch up. After all, she had threatened him earlier, and Harry didn't want to take any risks. Even though she was a Muggle, she could do that drop- kick thing.
The headmaster dismissed them. After they were out of his office and back in the hallway, Azia turned to Harry,
"What other classes do you have?"
"Care of Magical Creatures, Transfiguration, History of-"
"Trans-a-who-sa-whatsit?" Harry laughed. Azia was very proud of herself; her plan was working-so far.
"It's changing stuff into other stuff." She still looked confused. "Er, like changing a monkey into a chair. And then there's A History of Magic, but that's really boring, and Potions, which is torture, and-"
"Potions? That's like, brewing potions, right? It sounds interesting."
"Yeah, but Snape teaches it, and he's, well, evil."
"Oh. Is that it?"
"No, we also have Charms, and Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Herbology, and," Harry noticed the confused look on Azia's face, "That's like magic plants and stuff. And there's astronomy, too."
"Whoa. What's your favorite class? I'm guessing it's not Tiffination." Harry laughed. "What?"
"It's 'Divination', not 'Tiffination.'"
"Oh, sorry. And I'm also guessing that Potion isn't your favorite, either."
"No way in heck. I think my favorite class is Defense Against the Dark Arts. Lupin teaches that class, and he's loads better than Lockhart."
"Lockhart? Was he the teacher last year?"
"Yeah, and none of us learned anything, except not to let pixies loose."
They kept talking about things. Azia kept bombarding Harry with questions. Harry was proud of the fact that he 'knew so much more' than her, and she was proud because Harry was too proud of himself to realize, or even suspect that she was faking it. They were just walking past a painting of a rather fat man on the sixth floor when Harry looked at his watch and realized it would be time for dinner soon.
"Oh, we'd better start heading for the Great Hall. Hermione and Ron'll be wondering where I am."
"Ron and-excuse me, what was the name? I assume they're your friends."
"Yeah, it's Hermione. Her-my-oh-knee."
"Oh, sorry."
"That's fine. But yeah, they're my best friends, and they'll be worried that I haven't shown up in any of my classes this afternoon." Harry rushed off to get to the hall, occasionally having to slow down so Azia could catch up. After all, she had threatened him earlier, and Harry didn't want to take any risks. Even though she was a Muggle, she could do that drop- kick thing.