A/N: I'm just guessing that the teachers would have compartments to themselves. I mean, they probably don't stay at Hogwarts over the summer, so they would ride the Hogwarts Express, right? P.S: Special Thanks to Karina for helping me learn how to upload! Read her story, Dragon Dance, it's great! That story actually inspired mine. (And sorry I'm rambling.)
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August 29, 2006
"So, why are you here?"
"Wait til everyone sits down; it's a pretty big announcement."
"FRED! GEORGE! Get down here now! I want to know what's going on!" Percy yelled from the foot of the stairs. Loud thumps down the stairs announced their arrival, and everyone sat around the table in the kitchen of the Burrow.
"So?" Mr. Weasly asked again.
"Well," Charlie began. "I'm not sure how to put this, but remember how Crouch quit the Defense Against The Dark Arts position after Malfoy 'accidentally' set him on fire?'"
"Still don't know why he even agreed to take on the class anyway." Percy mumbled.
"Anyway, Dumbledore asked me to take on the position of the Care Of Magical Creatures class, so Hagrid could teach Defense Against The Dark Arts."
"What?!?" Everyone asked.
Charlie nodded. "I know. Dumbledore said that this year's class would be learning to protect themselves against dark creatures, you know, vampires and werewolves-untamed werewolves, Ron, not like Prof. Lupin. And, well, Dumbledore felt that Hagrid wouldn't be able to keep up with two classes AND his grounds keeping duties. So I'm going to be your teacher this year, you guys." He grinned as Ginny, Ron, and Harry stared at him with mixtures of shock and horror on their faces.
He looked at Hermione. She seemed to be lost in thought.
"Hermione, what do you think. Hermione?" Fred waved his hand in front of her face. She blinked and looked up.
"Oh, well, um, I think, well, it will be a very interesting year, you know?"
Hermione internally cringed as she heard herself use the phrase Charlie had when she thought he was stammering. Oh, well, um, I think, you know? She chided herself. Why don't you just paint your toenails pink and subscribe to Air-Heads Weekly? She dared to glance over at Charlie once more, and to her surprise, he was smiling at her, probably remembering their earlier conversation.
"Yes, I know," George smiled evilly. "I wasn't sure you knew, you know?"
"Yes, you know I know you know." Fred jumped in.
"You know, I think we're embarrassing her."
"You think?"
"I know."
"Ok, will someone help me get my trunk upstairs?" Charlie asked, switching the subject quickly. Hermione threw him a grateful smile, which was returned twice as big.
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September 1, 2006
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, if I were Ginny, where would I go? Charlie opened another compartment door.
"Draco?" Two big, ugly, stupid faces stared blankly back at him.
Wrong one. Charlie shut the door quickly. He stepped back and looked at the rest of the compartments.
Usually the teachers had two compartments up in the front of the car to themselves, but Charlie couldn't bring himself to go up there just yet. It would be too...too...he struggled to find the right word. Icky wasn't strong enough. Awkward, he decided. There were too many of the same teachers he used to have.
Charlie turned his thoughts back to finding Ginny. He doubted his sister would be in one of the compartments next to Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle, so he skipped down one and opened the next door.
"EEEK!" Charlie knew, just from looking at Ron's Hogwarts yearbook, that these two had to be Parvati and Lavender. Their faces looked like they were covered with purple spots, which Charlie was pretty sure were Madame Blount's patented, pimple-reducing, jelly bandages.
"Ron! Get out of here!" Parvati screeched.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry." Charlie felt his face go red, and he started to back out of the room when he heard another voice that sounded exactly the same as hers, only different somehow.
"That can't be Ron, he's apologizing."
"Padma, I presume?" Charlie stuck his head back in the room.
"Who are you?" Padma asked, looking slightly annoyed and sounding even more annoyed.
"Charlie Weasly, Ron's second oldest brother, and the new Care Of Magical Creatures teacher. By the way," He said, as he backed out the door again, trying not to laugh at the looks on the three girls faces. "Ron's told me so much about you three."
Eventually, he found Ginny's compartment, but to his equal dismay and excitement, she was sitting with Ron, Harry, and Hermione.
"Er, hi everybody."
"Hi Charlie." Ginny said. She seemed to be in especially good spirits, and Charlie felt he could guess why. She was sitting next to Harry. Ron, ever the protective older brother, even concerning his best friend, was sitting on her other side, leaving the only available seat next to...
"Hermione." Charlie smiled nervously, hoping that he wouldn't do anything stupid. "Mind if I sit next to you?"
"Go ahead." She gulped and smiled.
Harry and Ron started talking about Quidditch, and Ginny was hanging on their (or more likely Harry's, Charlie thought) every word, even though she didn't have the slightest idea what half the stuff they said was. Hermione, not being a real Quidditch enthusiast, didn't join in. Charlie hadn't played Quidditch in so long, but he still remembered most of the little things, like the names of the plays, and every little foul. All the same, he didn't join in the conversation either.
There was an uncomfortable silence between him and Hermione for a few minutes.
"Er, so Charlie," Hermione started. "When we get to Hogwarts, are you going to have to act like a regular teacher, you know, sitting at the head table and having us call you Mr. Weasly?"
"God, I hope not." He said without thinking. "I hate being the center of attention. I'd much rather eat at the Gryffindor table. As for the Mr. Weasly thing, I don't mind either way, but some of the other teachers might get a bit uptight about it."
"Ah." The uneasy silence floated back over them.
"So..."
"So."
They sat in silence for the rest of the train ride.
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August 29, 2006
"So, why are you here?"
"Wait til everyone sits down; it's a pretty big announcement."
"FRED! GEORGE! Get down here now! I want to know what's going on!" Percy yelled from the foot of the stairs. Loud thumps down the stairs announced their arrival, and everyone sat around the table in the kitchen of the Burrow.
"So?" Mr. Weasly asked again.
"Well," Charlie began. "I'm not sure how to put this, but remember how Crouch quit the Defense Against The Dark Arts position after Malfoy 'accidentally' set him on fire?'"
"Still don't know why he even agreed to take on the class anyway." Percy mumbled.
"Anyway, Dumbledore asked me to take on the position of the Care Of Magical Creatures class, so Hagrid could teach Defense Against The Dark Arts."
"What?!?" Everyone asked.
Charlie nodded. "I know. Dumbledore said that this year's class would be learning to protect themselves against dark creatures, you know, vampires and werewolves-untamed werewolves, Ron, not like Prof. Lupin. And, well, Dumbledore felt that Hagrid wouldn't be able to keep up with two classes AND his grounds keeping duties. So I'm going to be your teacher this year, you guys." He grinned as Ginny, Ron, and Harry stared at him with mixtures of shock and horror on their faces.
He looked at Hermione. She seemed to be lost in thought.
"Hermione, what do you think. Hermione?" Fred waved his hand in front of her face. She blinked and looked up.
"Oh, well, um, I think, well, it will be a very interesting year, you know?"
Hermione internally cringed as she heard herself use the phrase Charlie had when she thought he was stammering. Oh, well, um, I think, you know? She chided herself. Why don't you just paint your toenails pink and subscribe to Air-Heads Weekly? She dared to glance over at Charlie once more, and to her surprise, he was smiling at her, probably remembering their earlier conversation.
"Yes, I know," George smiled evilly. "I wasn't sure you knew, you know?"
"Yes, you know I know you know." Fred jumped in.
"You know, I think we're embarrassing her."
"You think?"
"I know."
"Ok, will someone help me get my trunk upstairs?" Charlie asked, switching the subject quickly. Hermione threw him a grateful smile, which was returned twice as big.
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September 1, 2006
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, if I were Ginny, where would I go? Charlie opened another compartment door.
"Draco?" Two big, ugly, stupid faces stared blankly back at him.
Wrong one. Charlie shut the door quickly. He stepped back and looked at the rest of the compartments.
Usually the teachers had two compartments up in the front of the car to themselves, but Charlie couldn't bring himself to go up there just yet. It would be too...too...he struggled to find the right word. Icky wasn't strong enough. Awkward, he decided. There were too many of the same teachers he used to have.
Charlie turned his thoughts back to finding Ginny. He doubted his sister would be in one of the compartments next to Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle, so he skipped down one and opened the next door.
"EEEK!" Charlie knew, just from looking at Ron's Hogwarts yearbook, that these two had to be Parvati and Lavender. Their faces looked like they were covered with purple spots, which Charlie was pretty sure were Madame Blount's patented, pimple-reducing, jelly bandages.
"Ron! Get out of here!" Parvati screeched.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry." Charlie felt his face go red, and he started to back out of the room when he heard another voice that sounded exactly the same as hers, only different somehow.
"That can't be Ron, he's apologizing."
"Padma, I presume?" Charlie stuck his head back in the room.
"Who are you?" Padma asked, looking slightly annoyed and sounding even more annoyed.
"Charlie Weasly, Ron's second oldest brother, and the new Care Of Magical Creatures teacher. By the way," He said, as he backed out the door again, trying not to laugh at the looks on the three girls faces. "Ron's told me so much about you three."
Eventually, he found Ginny's compartment, but to his equal dismay and excitement, she was sitting with Ron, Harry, and Hermione.
"Er, hi everybody."
"Hi Charlie." Ginny said. She seemed to be in especially good spirits, and Charlie felt he could guess why. She was sitting next to Harry. Ron, ever the protective older brother, even concerning his best friend, was sitting on her other side, leaving the only available seat next to...
"Hermione." Charlie smiled nervously, hoping that he wouldn't do anything stupid. "Mind if I sit next to you?"
"Go ahead." She gulped and smiled.
Harry and Ron started talking about Quidditch, and Ginny was hanging on their (or more likely Harry's, Charlie thought) every word, even though she didn't have the slightest idea what half the stuff they said was. Hermione, not being a real Quidditch enthusiast, didn't join in. Charlie hadn't played Quidditch in so long, but he still remembered most of the little things, like the names of the plays, and every little foul. All the same, he didn't join in the conversation either.
There was an uncomfortable silence between him and Hermione for a few minutes.
"Er, so Charlie," Hermione started. "When we get to Hogwarts, are you going to have to act like a regular teacher, you know, sitting at the head table and having us call you Mr. Weasly?"
"God, I hope not." He said without thinking. "I hate being the center of attention. I'd much rather eat at the Gryffindor table. As for the Mr. Weasly thing, I don't mind either way, but some of the other teachers might get a bit uptight about it."
"Ah." The uneasy silence floated back over them.
"So..."
"So."
They sat in silence for the rest of the train ride.