Scars
Note: I've been positively overrun with work! Yay! Have you all heard the new HP book is coming out in June then?! Yay! Not much to add this time, hope you like this, ideas are still brewing in my head... All hail JKR J!
" Quills down!"
Loud groans were heard from inside the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. The students had just completed their first written exam and, as predicted, it was a surprise quiz. Few children were actually unaware of it coming but most, fooled by McAllaster's kind nature, did not take the threat as serious. They now all knew McAllaster was serious when it came around to working well and studying hard.
" I hope you all enjoyed your exam. Kindly hand them to me before leaving and have a nice day!" she said, standing by the doorway.
A few students, including Neville Longbottom, were trying to pull their quills off their desk to finish their essay.
" Mister Longbottom, I really should warn you enchanted quills have quite a temper. Perhaps you shouldn't be pulling it so hard or..." started McAllaster.
Before she could finish, Neville and his desk were propelled backwards with a loud thud. McAllaster, not able to help a little smile, rushed to him and pulled him out of the debris of the broken table.
" Reparo..." she muttered. " You alright, dear?"
" Ah huh, yes miss... Sorry, miss... Thank you, miss..." he stuttered.
Of course, Neville wasn't scared of Professor McAllaster, not at all. That place in his heart was still strictly reserved to Snape. Nevertheless, he could never talk to her properly.
It was October 29th and the ball had been announced. Unlike the Yule ball last year, the feeling of urgency to have date was less present, but present all the same. At this late hour, most arrangements were already made. Harry and Hermione had agreed to go as long as Hermione put on her hair gel and Harry promised to dance at least five times. But poor old Ron was once again too slow in finding someone. So the plan was that he'd just tag along with Harry and Hermione, since there wasn't a necessity to have a date in the first place.
After McAllaster had ushered all the students at the door, she sat down at her desk quietly and started leafing through the exams. She wasn't thinking about the exams. Her mind had wandered off and she was thinking about the Halloween Ball as she looked outside. The leaves had turned orange and yellow and a few were floating to the ground. She followed them with her eyes on their short journey and turned her attention back to the exams as she took our her red quill.
*
" But sir, can't you do something? Anything at all?"
" I'm dreadfully sorry Mister Malfoy, but if Professor McAllaster wants to give you detention, it's her every right to do so. Now, please remove yourself from my office as I have much work to attend to," answered Snape's voice.
" You must hold some sort of power over her! That crazy woman can't actually expect me to help her after school just before the ball! I've heard stories about you and her... I know she'd listen to you, you're like her God, aren't you?" persisted Draco.
" Once more, Mister Malfoy, stop repeating those foolish rumours! Leave this room now or Miss McAllaster wont be the only one demanding you stay in detention..." roared Snape in a surprisingly menacing tone.
Malfoy muttered a few inaudible curses under his breath and left. Snape, his eyes getting darker, rushed to close the door and turned towards his desk overrun with papers and books.
" Curse this awful ball, curse Dumbledore, curse that woman... Curse this whole damn school!!!" Snape could be heard repeating in his office.
*
The days fell as the leaves off the trees and October 31st wheeled its way around quickly. The Gryffindor fifth-years were finishing their days trapped inside another one of Santon's excuse for a Transfiguration class. Neville blew up his book, Harry and Ron were throwing random things at each other, Hermione was complaining and Santon was snoozing behind a copy of the Daily Prophet. All in all, a normal Transfiguration class.
" Look Harry... Daily Prophet's saying something about You-Know-Who!" exclaimed Ron.
Harry's face turned white and he turned to inspect the paper more closely.
You-Know-Who Sightings Around London: Ministry of Magic Denial
The bell rang to announce the end of the day but Harry couldn't hear anything anymore. Pain started emanating from his scar, slowly, growing ever stronger until Ron took him by the shoulders and gave him a good shake.
" Harry, are you alright? What's wrong?" asked Hermione.
" Nothing, just my scar... It was nothing," answered Harry troubled.
Harry knew what was coming next and he didn't like it one bit.
" ... Maybe you should tell Dumbledore, Harry. It might be serious!" said Ron.
Harry let out a loud sigh and rolled his eyes. He pushed away his friends and headed for the door, mumbling something.
" If you're going to say something derogatory about me, why can't you say it to my face, Potter!" yelled Ron.
Harry turned around and his face went from white to red in a second. He could begin to feel the scar heat up again but ignored the pain.
" Why are you always telling me to go see this or that teacher, Weasley? You should know I can handle things on my own, unlike some of us here! You very well know if I tell Dumbledore now, he'd probably forbid me to go to the Halloween Ball! Sometimes I think you're just..." retorted Harry.
He stopped, biting his tongue and closed his fists.
" You think I'm just what...?" asked Ron in a whisper.
" Sometimes I think you're just jealous of me, Ron Weasley! You just wish you could have all I have. Well let me tell you, it's no fun being Harry Potter and you better get that into your little head!!!" answered Harry in a shout.
He stormed out and Santon stirred from behind the newspaper. Ron's eyes widened and his mouth stayed agape with disbelief.
" Did you hear what he just said? Me? Jealous of him? What an arrogant git! I wouldn't want to be him if someone paid me a hundred galleons!!!" yelled Ron and then also stormed out.
" What is it with those two..." asked Hermione to herself.
She crouched down to pick up her remaining things and stuffed them in her bag.
" Oh, hello Miss Granger! Good morning! Early for class I see..." said Santon approvingly.
Hermione swung her bag onto her shoulder and turned her back to Professor Santon.
" Goodbye sir, and it's the end of classes..." she said shaking her head.
*
" Ah, I see you're more punctual than obedient Mister Malfoy. That's good, punctuality is very important. Now you'll be happy to learn you wont have to deal with any strange creatures, I heard you've had quite a nasty bout with a few of Hagrid's pets!"
" Well you heard wrong, Miss... Now how about telling me what I'm supposed to do so I can leave as soon as possible," said Malfoy grumpily.
McAllaster smiled slyly and pointed at a stack of chalkboard erasers. Malfoy just kept staring, seemingly unaware of what he was required to do.
" It's quite simple Mister Malfoy. You take two erasers and you tap them against each other like so. Wingardium Leviosa..." she said.
Two erasers simultaneously came out of the pile and started hitting each other, lifting a thick cloud of white dust. Malfoy smiled and took out his wand.
" Ahh, Mister Malfoy... I'm afraid it's not that easy. Please, pass me your wand," said McAllaster.
Malfoy's eyebrows raised as he slowly leaned forward to give McAllaster his wand. Finally, after a few moments hesitation, he reluctantly gave it to her.
" Now, you must do as I demonstrated... By hand! Isn't it terrible fun? I'm sure you'll enjoy it. And I'll be sitting right here if you should decide not to do your job properly... Go on now, I have some work to attend to," finished McAllaster.
Malfoy grumbled some more as he dragged his feet towards the dozens, the hundreds of erasers. McAllaster was watching him from the corner of her eyes, her smile still plastered on her face. Malfoy took one eraser in each hand and gently pressed them together, emitting no reaction.
" Now, now... Harder than that Mister Malfoy! You seemed to enjoy hitting quite hard on my desk every time my back was turned just a few days ago. I'm sure there's more strength than that in your arms!" she said laughing.
He muttered again and slammed the two erasers together...
An hour later, a wheezing whiter-than-ever-faced Malfoy exited from Professor McAllaster's office, cursing this time not so under his breath, heading towards the Slytherin common room.
To Be Continued...?
Note: I've been positively overrun with work! Yay! Have you all heard the new HP book is coming out in June then?! Yay! Not much to add this time, hope you like this, ideas are still brewing in my head... All hail JKR J!
" Quills down!"
Loud groans were heard from inside the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. The students had just completed their first written exam and, as predicted, it was a surprise quiz. Few children were actually unaware of it coming but most, fooled by McAllaster's kind nature, did not take the threat as serious. They now all knew McAllaster was serious when it came around to working well and studying hard.
" I hope you all enjoyed your exam. Kindly hand them to me before leaving and have a nice day!" she said, standing by the doorway.
A few students, including Neville Longbottom, were trying to pull their quills off their desk to finish their essay.
" Mister Longbottom, I really should warn you enchanted quills have quite a temper. Perhaps you shouldn't be pulling it so hard or..." started McAllaster.
Before she could finish, Neville and his desk were propelled backwards with a loud thud. McAllaster, not able to help a little smile, rushed to him and pulled him out of the debris of the broken table.
" Reparo..." she muttered. " You alright, dear?"
" Ah huh, yes miss... Sorry, miss... Thank you, miss..." he stuttered.
Of course, Neville wasn't scared of Professor McAllaster, not at all. That place in his heart was still strictly reserved to Snape. Nevertheless, he could never talk to her properly.
It was October 29th and the ball had been announced. Unlike the Yule ball last year, the feeling of urgency to have date was less present, but present all the same. At this late hour, most arrangements were already made. Harry and Hermione had agreed to go as long as Hermione put on her hair gel and Harry promised to dance at least five times. But poor old Ron was once again too slow in finding someone. So the plan was that he'd just tag along with Harry and Hermione, since there wasn't a necessity to have a date in the first place.
After McAllaster had ushered all the students at the door, she sat down at her desk quietly and started leafing through the exams. She wasn't thinking about the exams. Her mind had wandered off and she was thinking about the Halloween Ball as she looked outside. The leaves had turned orange and yellow and a few were floating to the ground. She followed them with her eyes on their short journey and turned her attention back to the exams as she took our her red quill.
*
" But sir, can't you do something? Anything at all?"
" I'm dreadfully sorry Mister Malfoy, but if Professor McAllaster wants to give you detention, it's her every right to do so. Now, please remove yourself from my office as I have much work to attend to," answered Snape's voice.
" You must hold some sort of power over her! That crazy woman can't actually expect me to help her after school just before the ball! I've heard stories about you and her... I know she'd listen to you, you're like her God, aren't you?" persisted Draco.
" Once more, Mister Malfoy, stop repeating those foolish rumours! Leave this room now or Miss McAllaster wont be the only one demanding you stay in detention..." roared Snape in a surprisingly menacing tone.
Malfoy muttered a few inaudible curses under his breath and left. Snape, his eyes getting darker, rushed to close the door and turned towards his desk overrun with papers and books.
" Curse this awful ball, curse Dumbledore, curse that woman... Curse this whole damn school!!!" Snape could be heard repeating in his office.
*
The days fell as the leaves off the trees and October 31st wheeled its way around quickly. The Gryffindor fifth-years were finishing their days trapped inside another one of Santon's excuse for a Transfiguration class. Neville blew up his book, Harry and Ron were throwing random things at each other, Hermione was complaining and Santon was snoozing behind a copy of the Daily Prophet. All in all, a normal Transfiguration class.
" Look Harry... Daily Prophet's saying something about You-Know-Who!" exclaimed Ron.
Harry's face turned white and he turned to inspect the paper more closely.
You-Know-Who Sightings Around London: Ministry of Magic Denial
The bell rang to announce the end of the day but Harry couldn't hear anything anymore. Pain started emanating from his scar, slowly, growing ever stronger until Ron took him by the shoulders and gave him a good shake.
" Harry, are you alright? What's wrong?" asked Hermione.
" Nothing, just my scar... It was nothing," answered Harry troubled.
Harry knew what was coming next and he didn't like it one bit.
" ... Maybe you should tell Dumbledore, Harry. It might be serious!" said Ron.
Harry let out a loud sigh and rolled his eyes. He pushed away his friends and headed for the door, mumbling something.
" If you're going to say something derogatory about me, why can't you say it to my face, Potter!" yelled Ron.
Harry turned around and his face went from white to red in a second. He could begin to feel the scar heat up again but ignored the pain.
" Why are you always telling me to go see this or that teacher, Weasley? You should know I can handle things on my own, unlike some of us here! You very well know if I tell Dumbledore now, he'd probably forbid me to go to the Halloween Ball! Sometimes I think you're just..." retorted Harry.
He stopped, biting his tongue and closed his fists.
" You think I'm just what...?" asked Ron in a whisper.
" Sometimes I think you're just jealous of me, Ron Weasley! You just wish you could have all I have. Well let me tell you, it's no fun being Harry Potter and you better get that into your little head!!!" answered Harry in a shout.
He stormed out and Santon stirred from behind the newspaper. Ron's eyes widened and his mouth stayed agape with disbelief.
" Did you hear what he just said? Me? Jealous of him? What an arrogant git! I wouldn't want to be him if someone paid me a hundred galleons!!!" yelled Ron and then also stormed out.
" What is it with those two..." asked Hermione to herself.
She crouched down to pick up her remaining things and stuffed them in her bag.
" Oh, hello Miss Granger! Good morning! Early for class I see..." said Santon approvingly.
Hermione swung her bag onto her shoulder and turned her back to Professor Santon.
" Goodbye sir, and it's the end of classes..." she said shaking her head.
*
" Ah, I see you're more punctual than obedient Mister Malfoy. That's good, punctuality is very important. Now you'll be happy to learn you wont have to deal with any strange creatures, I heard you've had quite a nasty bout with a few of Hagrid's pets!"
" Well you heard wrong, Miss... Now how about telling me what I'm supposed to do so I can leave as soon as possible," said Malfoy grumpily.
McAllaster smiled slyly and pointed at a stack of chalkboard erasers. Malfoy just kept staring, seemingly unaware of what he was required to do.
" It's quite simple Mister Malfoy. You take two erasers and you tap them against each other like so. Wingardium Leviosa..." she said.
Two erasers simultaneously came out of the pile and started hitting each other, lifting a thick cloud of white dust. Malfoy smiled and took out his wand.
" Ahh, Mister Malfoy... I'm afraid it's not that easy. Please, pass me your wand," said McAllaster.
Malfoy's eyebrows raised as he slowly leaned forward to give McAllaster his wand. Finally, after a few moments hesitation, he reluctantly gave it to her.
" Now, you must do as I demonstrated... By hand! Isn't it terrible fun? I'm sure you'll enjoy it. And I'll be sitting right here if you should decide not to do your job properly... Go on now, I have some work to attend to," finished McAllaster.
Malfoy grumbled some more as he dragged his feet towards the dozens, the hundreds of erasers. McAllaster was watching him from the corner of her eyes, her smile still plastered on her face. Malfoy took one eraser in each hand and gently pressed them together, emitting no reaction.
" Now, now... Harder than that Mister Malfoy! You seemed to enjoy hitting quite hard on my desk every time my back was turned just a few days ago. I'm sure there's more strength than that in your arms!" she said laughing.
He muttered again and slammed the two erasers together...
An hour later, a wheezing whiter-than-ever-faced Malfoy exited from Professor McAllaster's office, cursing this time not so under his breath, heading towards the Slytherin common room.
To Be Continued...?