"Hell Hounds. Does anyone know what a Hell Hound is? Don't look so upset
Ms. Granger; they aren't very common on land."
Silence. A few paper balls fly through the air, bashing Gryffindor in head. Alucard didn't look pleased, but didn't say anything either. He looked pretty shabby; though considering what he faced it isn't a surprise. His coat is spattered in dried blood, the vest and shirt under it are ripped in long scratches across his chest. He's waiting for an answer, but as the Slytherins break into laughter, he growls and answers it himself.
"Let's start with some easier, what is a were-creature?"
Hermione's hand shot up immediately, but he ignored it and took Malfoy instead.
"Well Mr. Malfoy, what's a were-creature?"
"Lupin."
Slytherins laughed and sniggered amongst each other, a few Gryffindors caught on, but after an annoyed glare from the Professor, they stopped, all except Malfoy.
"Fine.what is Lupin?"
"A werewolf."
"And what is a werewolf?"
"Um...."
"That's what I thought. Ms. Granger, you seem to know, humor us?"
"Right Professor. A werewolf, or a were-creature, whichever, is a man or woman that was bitten by the animal they transform into. The transformations occur during the three day period of the full moon, and in all other times, the creature is in its human form."
"Good..well? Why didn't you write that down?"
There was a shuffle for paper and pens as the students tried to remember what she had said, Malfoy scowled at both Alucard and Hermione before writing down the werewolf thing. After the pens were returned to the ink wells, he cleared his throat and stood again.
"Since no one seems to know, a hell hound is a demon creature that is used for guard duty in Hell, hence the name. They are usually larger than your normal dog, and very dangerous, they can have up to 6 eyes, though if they have them, the others are invisible."
Again the scratching of pens against paper and the scowl from Malfoy; Alucard rolled onto his heels for a moment and when he shoes were resting on the ground, a wad of paper was thrown. He caught it, getting gasps from the class considering his head was down and there was no way he could have seen it. He threw it back; nailing Goyle in the head with it and watching him fall backward onto the floor. Hermione raised her hand, but put it down since his back was turned to her. He turned and faced her, his lips curled in an evil smile.
"Ms. Granger, you had a question?"
"Yes.how did you see that? Your back was turned?"
"Hmph.that can't be your question."
"No, it wasn't. What did you ask us about werewolves and then tell us about hell hounds for?"
"The creature that is attacking the school is a hell hound, but I'm beginning to suspect that it is also a were-creature. It stood on two rather than four feet to fight, dogs, no matter what breed can't do that."
"Then it's true."
"What?"
"That you fought it?"
"Yes, I fought it. I've never met a better opponent either. Why else would I be in the infirmary for two days?"
"McGonagall said it was an accident with a wand."
"I don't use a wand, they don't suit me."
"Oh.then she lied?"
"Yes and no. She's trying to protect the students, though if she had her way, I'd stay in the dungeons only coming out to fight the thing. Snape is the same way. I have the sinking suspicion the teachers in this school don't like me."
"Well the student's don't either, my father can get Dumbledore out of Hogwarts for this. Hiring a vampire to be a teacher, it's outrageous. The dog is probably more civilized than you are."
"Mr. Malfoy, I've just about had enough of you. Isn't it true that is my grade that decides whether you play your little game? I'd watch what you say if I were you."
"That's blackmail!"
"No, that's a warning. There are worse things I can do than keep you from playing Quidish."
"Um.sir, it's Quidditch."
".."
Silence. A few paper balls fly through the air, bashing Gryffindor in head. Alucard didn't look pleased, but didn't say anything either. He looked pretty shabby; though considering what he faced it isn't a surprise. His coat is spattered in dried blood, the vest and shirt under it are ripped in long scratches across his chest. He's waiting for an answer, but as the Slytherins break into laughter, he growls and answers it himself.
"Let's start with some easier, what is a were-creature?"
Hermione's hand shot up immediately, but he ignored it and took Malfoy instead.
"Well Mr. Malfoy, what's a were-creature?"
"Lupin."
Slytherins laughed and sniggered amongst each other, a few Gryffindors caught on, but after an annoyed glare from the Professor, they stopped, all except Malfoy.
"Fine.what is Lupin?"
"A werewolf."
"And what is a werewolf?"
"Um...."
"That's what I thought. Ms. Granger, you seem to know, humor us?"
"Right Professor. A werewolf, or a were-creature, whichever, is a man or woman that was bitten by the animal they transform into. The transformations occur during the three day period of the full moon, and in all other times, the creature is in its human form."
"Good..well? Why didn't you write that down?"
There was a shuffle for paper and pens as the students tried to remember what she had said, Malfoy scowled at both Alucard and Hermione before writing down the werewolf thing. After the pens were returned to the ink wells, he cleared his throat and stood again.
"Since no one seems to know, a hell hound is a demon creature that is used for guard duty in Hell, hence the name. They are usually larger than your normal dog, and very dangerous, they can have up to 6 eyes, though if they have them, the others are invisible."
Again the scratching of pens against paper and the scowl from Malfoy; Alucard rolled onto his heels for a moment and when he shoes were resting on the ground, a wad of paper was thrown. He caught it, getting gasps from the class considering his head was down and there was no way he could have seen it. He threw it back; nailing Goyle in the head with it and watching him fall backward onto the floor. Hermione raised her hand, but put it down since his back was turned to her. He turned and faced her, his lips curled in an evil smile.
"Ms. Granger, you had a question?"
"Yes.how did you see that? Your back was turned?"
"Hmph.that can't be your question."
"No, it wasn't. What did you ask us about werewolves and then tell us about hell hounds for?"
"The creature that is attacking the school is a hell hound, but I'm beginning to suspect that it is also a were-creature. It stood on two rather than four feet to fight, dogs, no matter what breed can't do that."
"Then it's true."
"What?"
"That you fought it?"
"Yes, I fought it. I've never met a better opponent either. Why else would I be in the infirmary for two days?"
"McGonagall said it was an accident with a wand."
"I don't use a wand, they don't suit me."
"Oh.then she lied?"
"Yes and no. She's trying to protect the students, though if she had her way, I'd stay in the dungeons only coming out to fight the thing. Snape is the same way. I have the sinking suspicion the teachers in this school don't like me."
"Well the student's don't either, my father can get Dumbledore out of Hogwarts for this. Hiring a vampire to be a teacher, it's outrageous. The dog is probably more civilized than you are."
"Mr. Malfoy, I've just about had enough of you. Isn't it true that is my grade that decides whether you play your little game? I'd watch what you say if I were you."
"That's blackmail!"
"No, that's a warning. There are worse things I can do than keep you from playing Quidish."
"Um.sir, it's Quidditch."
".."