Chapter Six: Class Begins
The next morning, the girls got dressed and went downstairs to meet Harry, Leo, Ron, Fred, and George.
"Mornin' to you," said Ron, "ready to go to McGonagall's, Jazz?"
"As ready as one person can get I suppose," said Jazz, "How'd you sleep last night Leo?"
"Like a log," she said with emphasis. "The rooms are like sound proof. One could do things in one's room and nobody else would realize it heh heh."
Everyone laughed except Ron; he didn't seem to get it.
The group then dispersed, hurrying to their first class.
*****
" All right everyone," McGonagall said "let's review and find out how much knowledge has seeped out of your brains over holiday. Now then, what are witches and wizards called who change into animals?"
Everyone said in unison (counting Jazz), "Animagus."
"Excellent class. As you all hopefully know, for you to become an Animagus, you must be trained well. Being an Animagus is tough magic and shouldn't be tried by just anyone. Soon as a wizard becomes an Animagus, they have to get themselves registered. Unregistered Animagi are illegal and can be sent to Azkaban. Have you all written this down?"
Her class sighed as parchment and quills were pulled out of bags. It was too early for notes.
Meanwhile, in Snape's Sixth year potion class.
"Ms. Lawson, if you're so keen to talk, how about answering a simple question?" snickered Snape as the red-handed culprit turned and faced him, ending her conversation with a Ravenclaw boy.
"Ok, shoot," Leo said nonchalantly, unawares of the wrath that she had put upon herself.
"What color of potion do you get when you mix eye of a snake, hair of a zebra tail and hooves of a hog?" Snape's eyes gleamed in triumph, for he figured he had just reduced her to a muttering fool.
"Easy," she snaps right away, to his surprise, " purple. The eye and hair mix and become a blue shade, then you add the hooves and get purple. That potion, by the way, is called Drought of Defrost and can instantly save you from hypothermia. But you should know that, being the Potions teacher and all."
"Umph." Snape muttered malevolently. He wasn't used to having students, especially Gryffindors, actually answer questions correctly.
"Now then, Snape, how 'bout a harder question, you old stick in the mud. Give the 'American' a challenge," Leo said sarcastically as he turned around.
"There will be none of that cheek in my class," he yelled, "Five points from Gryffindor. And if you push it, Ms. Lawson, I'll make it twenty."
Leo had her next class with Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Jazz. It was flying class. At Hogwarts, it was mandatory for students to take some sort of physical activity class until they were a Seventh year. Flying class was the most popular and as the students got older, the class was mainly for Quidditch players to get some extra practice in during the day. Professor Wood walked down the line of students, noting any absences.
"Good afternoon class," he said cheerfully, " My name is Professor Wood, but just 'Wood' is fine. Never did like formalities. I'll be your flying instructor for this term. "
Leo was staring at him lustfully.
Hermione jabbed her in the ribs, "Ooo, somebody's likes a teacher!"
"Says who? He's just better looking than most. You'd have to agree with me there." With his controlled-messy brown hair, sparkling chocolate eyes, and rouge-ish grin, Leo wasn't the only girl whose mind wasn't on flying at the moment.
Wood continued, oblivious to the fact that girls were fantasizing about him, "I understand we have a few Americans in this class. Will you please come forward?"
Leo, Jazz, and Sid walked forward. On his way up Sid tripped Leo making her fall.
"Ten points from Slytherin. Mr. Gordon see me after class."
Leo got up and brushed herself off, no worse from the fall. "Hmmm, seems to me that I'm already falling head over heels for this class. Good thing for you Wood," Leo smiled, "since I can be a rather large 'pain in the ass' or so I've heard from a certain Potions instructor."
"At least your sense of humor wasn't bruised with the plunge," Wood replied, grinning at the girl, "Now then, your name and your flying experience."
"Leo Lawson is my name, and Keeper is my game. I've played that position since I was only nine and made the All-State team all five years that I was in school in America. I'm looking to make Gryffindor Keeper while I'm staying here."
"Wicked, but you know, you'll be filling my old shoes. Might be harder than you expected," he countered with a competitive gleam in his eye.
"So you say, so you say."
Wood just laughed and went on with the class, "Alright, who's next?"
"Hi, I'm Jazz Lawson. Nice to meet you. I can fly, but it's not my thing," Jazz said blushing.
"Ok, that's just smashing," Wood looked down the list and rolled his eyes at Sid, "And I already know your name you little git."
Everyone laughed hysterically.
"Now get on your brooms and let me see what you can do," Wood said.
Leo had a Firebolt, which was a gift from her school for leading them to five state titles, and Jazz had a Cleansweep 7 because she didn't fly as much.
The class went on flying and did some activities and then went back inside to lunch.
They all sat down together and Fred and George joined shortly after. Harry came over to the table and sat down next to Jazz.
"Have you heard about the trip to Hogsmeade this weekend?" Harry asked sounding kind of anxious.
"Yes, it's only the talk of everyone over third year," she said, smiling "why do you ask?
"I was wondering. do want to join me for lunch at the Three Broomsticks? Not as a date or anything," he rushed, "but, you know, so we can get to know each other better."
"I'd love to Harry! What time?" she answered, thoughts now consumed with fashion.
"About eleven-thirty?"
"Great!"
"Keep it down so hopefully no one else joins us."
After lunch, George saw Leo ahead of him when they were going to their next class. He came up behind her and tapped her shoulder and ducked. Leo turned but no one was there. Or was there? Leo laughed as she turned around and saw George in front of her, "All right there Leo? Seems to me you're looking for people that aren't there."
"Yes, well, got to keep my eyes open. Who knows who could just pop up? I mean you just appeared all of a sudden," she smiled at him.
"Ah, yes, that is so. But my appearance is not without reason. I was wondering, would you like to meet me at Zonko's Joke Shop in Hogsmeade? It's just a smashing store with more Dungbombs and Filibuster's Fireworks than you can shake a stick at."
"Sounds like a barrel of monkeys," she answered, with a goofy grin on her face.
"Around noon thirty then?"
"Noon thirty it is."
The next morning, the girls got dressed and went downstairs to meet Harry, Leo, Ron, Fred, and George.
"Mornin' to you," said Ron, "ready to go to McGonagall's, Jazz?"
"As ready as one person can get I suppose," said Jazz, "How'd you sleep last night Leo?"
"Like a log," she said with emphasis. "The rooms are like sound proof. One could do things in one's room and nobody else would realize it heh heh."
Everyone laughed except Ron; he didn't seem to get it.
The group then dispersed, hurrying to their first class.
*****
" All right everyone," McGonagall said "let's review and find out how much knowledge has seeped out of your brains over holiday. Now then, what are witches and wizards called who change into animals?"
Everyone said in unison (counting Jazz), "Animagus."
"Excellent class. As you all hopefully know, for you to become an Animagus, you must be trained well. Being an Animagus is tough magic and shouldn't be tried by just anyone. Soon as a wizard becomes an Animagus, they have to get themselves registered. Unregistered Animagi are illegal and can be sent to Azkaban. Have you all written this down?"
Her class sighed as parchment and quills were pulled out of bags. It was too early for notes.
Meanwhile, in Snape's Sixth year potion class.
"Ms. Lawson, if you're so keen to talk, how about answering a simple question?" snickered Snape as the red-handed culprit turned and faced him, ending her conversation with a Ravenclaw boy.
"Ok, shoot," Leo said nonchalantly, unawares of the wrath that she had put upon herself.
"What color of potion do you get when you mix eye of a snake, hair of a zebra tail and hooves of a hog?" Snape's eyes gleamed in triumph, for he figured he had just reduced her to a muttering fool.
"Easy," she snaps right away, to his surprise, " purple. The eye and hair mix and become a blue shade, then you add the hooves and get purple. That potion, by the way, is called Drought of Defrost and can instantly save you from hypothermia. But you should know that, being the Potions teacher and all."
"Umph." Snape muttered malevolently. He wasn't used to having students, especially Gryffindors, actually answer questions correctly.
"Now then, Snape, how 'bout a harder question, you old stick in the mud. Give the 'American' a challenge," Leo said sarcastically as he turned around.
"There will be none of that cheek in my class," he yelled, "Five points from Gryffindor. And if you push it, Ms. Lawson, I'll make it twenty."
Leo had her next class with Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Jazz. It was flying class. At Hogwarts, it was mandatory for students to take some sort of physical activity class until they were a Seventh year. Flying class was the most popular and as the students got older, the class was mainly for Quidditch players to get some extra practice in during the day. Professor Wood walked down the line of students, noting any absences.
"Good afternoon class," he said cheerfully, " My name is Professor Wood, but just 'Wood' is fine. Never did like formalities. I'll be your flying instructor for this term. "
Leo was staring at him lustfully.
Hermione jabbed her in the ribs, "Ooo, somebody's likes a teacher!"
"Says who? He's just better looking than most. You'd have to agree with me there." With his controlled-messy brown hair, sparkling chocolate eyes, and rouge-ish grin, Leo wasn't the only girl whose mind wasn't on flying at the moment.
Wood continued, oblivious to the fact that girls were fantasizing about him, "I understand we have a few Americans in this class. Will you please come forward?"
Leo, Jazz, and Sid walked forward. On his way up Sid tripped Leo making her fall.
"Ten points from Slytherin. Mr. Gordon see me after class."
Leo got up and brushed herself off, no worse from the fall. "Hmmm, seems to me that I'm already falling head over heels for this class. Good thing for you Wood," Leo smiled, "since I can be a rather large 'pain in the ass' or so I've heard from a certain Potions instructor."
"At least your sense of humor wasn't bruised with the plunge," Wood replied, grinning at the girl, "Now then, your name and your flying experience."
"Leo Lawson is my name, and Keeper is my game. I've played that position since I was only nine and made the All-State team all five years that I was in school in America. I'm looking to make Gryffindor Keeper while I'm staying here."
"Wicked, but you know, you'll be filling my old shoes. Might be harder than you expected," he countered with a competitive gleam in his eye.
"So you say, so you say."
Wood just laughed and went on with the class, "Alright, who's next?"
"Hi, I'm Jazz Lawson. Nice to meet you. I can fly, but it's not my thing," Jazz said blushing.
"Ok, that's just smashing," Wood looked down the list and rolled his eyes at Sid, "And I already know your name you little git."
Everyone laughed hysterically.
"Now get on your brooms and let me see what you can do," Wood said.
Leo had a Firebolt, which was a gift from her school for leading them to five state titles, and Jazz had a Cleansweep 7 because she didn't fly as much.
The class went on flying and did some activities and then went back inside to lunch.
They all sat down together and Fred and George joined shortly after. Harry came over to the table and sat down next to Jazz.
"Have you heard about the trip to Hogsmeade this weekend?" Harry asked sounding kind of anxious.
"Yes, it's only the talk of everyone over third year," she said, smiling "why do you ask?
"I was wondering. do want to join me for lunch at the Three Broomsticks? Not as a date or anything," he rushed, "but, you know, so we can get to know each other better."
"I'd love to Harry! What time?" she answered, thoughts now consumed with fashion.
"About eleven-thirty?"
"Great!"
"Keep it down so hopefully no one else joins us."
After lunch, George saw Leo ahead of him when they were going to their next class. He came up behind her and tapped her shoulder and ducked. Leo turned but no one was there. Or was there? Leo laughed as she turned around and saw George in front of her, "All right there Leo? Seems to me you're looking for people that aren't there."
"Yes, well, got to keep my eyes open. Who knows who could just pop up? I mean you just appeared all of a sudden," she smiled at him.
"Ah, yes, that is so. But my appearance is not without reason. I was wondering, would you like to meet me at Zonko's Joke Shop in Hogsmeade? It's just a smashing store with more Dungbombs and Filibuster's Fireworks than you can shake a stick at."
"Sounds like a barrel of monkeys," she answered, with a goofy grin on her face.
"Around noon thirty then?"
"Noon thirty it is."