Chapter 11,
Draco couldn't deny Millicent anymore. Neither had he gotten his Defence Against the Dark Arts homework done which made him get into kind of big trouble the next day.
The Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher was a short French lady who kind of looked like a dog in the face. She had big glasses that surprisingly were able to cover her whole entire big eyes that popped up from her hanging face. She was the only teacher Draco had ever had that actually freaked him out.
'Zis is vair bad, Monsieur Malfoy,' Professor Taillette said when he told her that his homework hadn't been done. He was standing as far away from her as possible because he was scared of being knocked out by her arms that she was waving around as she talked. 'I 'ave never seen such disappointment,'
'I am sorry but I swear, I didn't have time,'
'So whaz were you doing insteaz?' she said angrily waving her arms around worse than ever.
'It was Millicent, Professor,'
'A girl, I see. Well I will zell you thaz in my time, you had to be married to.. .'
'No you don't understand Professor. She was sad and I had to comfort her,' he was quick to interrupt.
'Siz down now, Malfoy, like ze rest of your studenz,' she said angrily and Draco was relieved to be allowed to go. He hurried to the backseats next to Vincent and Greg.
'I am for sure going to the prom too,' he said importantly. Vincent looked at him.
'Are you a prefect?' he asked stupidly.
'No. But I got a date that is a Prefect,' Greg looked at him.
'Who?' he asked with a sound of full interest.
'I won't tell,' he said teasingly. He glanced to the side where he catched site of Padma sitting talking to Harry. He felt jealously sweep upon him.
'We are going zo 'ave a test on Dangers of ze Visible somezime next week,' Professor Taillette's voice broke the conversation. 'Now, I zink Friday. No, Friday iz zo late. How about Tuesday? No, zo early. Wednesday? No. My worst day of ze week. The test will be on Thursday, all right everybody?' everyone looked up at her. Was she having a debate with herself or asking the class for an answer?
'Today. Let's review,' she looked out over the class. It was a class the Slytherin's had with the Gryffindor's, just like Herbology and Potion's. But they were the only classes. 'Can I 'ave a volunzair plizz? Madmoiselle Granger,' she said without even waiting for a hand to pop up. 'What tiz ze Dangers of ze Visible?'
'It is the dangers that are not seen to the naked eye in visible things and.. .'
'Madmoiselle Granger. I would appreciaze vair much if you would give me the full answer not la crappit zings like zis,' she said annoyed.
'I hadn't finished,' Hermione Granger said. 'It is a spell that is put into visible things that reflect something back and the reflection is dangerous because it.. .'
'Now whaz can you do zo zest an object for ze danger?' Professor Taillette interrupted.
'Professor, I haven't finished,' Hermione Granger said a bit annoyed. Draco silently laughed at the way the teacher had interrupted Granger like no other professor ever had done.
'I said, whaz can you do zo zest an object for ze danger.. .' the Professor said ignoring Granger. 'Volunzair plizz. Goyle,'
'You have to do a spell called.. . I can't remember what it is called.. .'
'You definitely use a spell. Now whaz is iz called mon class? Iz is called "Ventreecelcia". You perform it like this,' she waved her wand. 'Ventreecelcia!' Nothing happened.
'Professor ! You are doing it wrong ! You are pronouncing the I too long. It I called VentrIcelcia, not VentrEEcelcia!' Hermione Granger exclaimed annoyed. She waved the wand towards the Professor and shouted 'Ventricelcia!' A blue lightning swept out of her wand and turned itself around Professor Taillette like it was binding her together. Then suddenly the hair flew of her and landed softly on the ground in front of Granger. Everyone gasped. It was a wig and what was hidden underneath it was a hideous greyish lump of hair placed on top of her head. She kind of looked like a monk without her wig.
'I 'ad an 'air cuz just before mon h'arrival.. .' she said and quickly ran to get the wig of the floor. She tried to put it on but it for some reason didn't work. 'Excusé moi,' she said and left the room to go to the bathroom.
Draco couldn't deny Millicent anymore. Neither had he gotten his Defence Against the Dark Arts homework done which made him get into kind of big trouble the next day.
The Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher was a short French lady who kind of looked like a dog in the face. She had big glasses that surprisingly were able to cover her whole entire big eyes that popped up from her hanging face. She was the only teacher Draco had ever had that actually freaked him out.
'Zis is vair bad, Monsieur Malfoy,' Professor Taillette said when he told her that his homework hadn't been done. He was standing as far away from her as possible because he was scared of being knocked out by her arms that she was waving around as she talked. 'I 'ave never seen such disappointment,'
'I am sorry but I swear, I didn't have time,'
'So whaz were you doing insteaz?' she said angrily waving her arms around worse than ever.
'It was Millicent, Professor,'
'A girl, I see. Well I will zell you thaz in my time, you had to be married to.. .'
'No you don't understand Professor. She was sad and I had to comfort her,' he was quick to interrupt.
'Siz down now, Malfoy, like ze rest of your studenz,' she said angrily and Draco was relieved to be allowed to go. He hurried to the backseats next to Vincent and Greg.
'I am for sure going to the prom too,' he said importantly. Vincent looked at him.
'Are you a prefect?' he asked stupidly.
'No. But I got a date that is a Prefect,' Greg looked at him.
'Who?' he asked with a sound of full interest.
'I won't tell,' he said teasingly. He glanced to the side where he catched site of Padma sitting talking to Harry. He felt jealously sweep upon him.
'We are going zo 'ave a test on Dangers of ze Visible somezime next week,' Professor Taillette's voice broke the conversation. 'Now, I zink Friday. No, Friday iz zo late. How about Tuesday? No, zo early. Wednesday? No. My worst day of ze week. The test will be on Thursday, all right everybody?' everyone looked up at her. Was she having a debate with herself or asking the class for an answer?
'Today. Let's review,' she looked out over the class. It was a class the Slytherin's had with the Gryffindor's, just like Herbology and Potion's. But they were the only classes. 'Can I 'ave a volunzair plizz? Madmoiselle Granger,' she said without even waiting for a hand to pop up. 'What tiz ze Dangers of ze Visible?'
'It is the dangers that are not seen to the naked eye in visible things and.. .'
'Madmoiselle Granger. I would appreciaze vair much if you would give me the full answer not la crappit zings like zis,' she said annoyed.
'I hadn't finished,' Hermione Granger said. 'It is a spell that is put into visible things that reflect something back and the reflection is dangerous because it.. .'
'Now whaz can you do zo zest an object for ze danger?' Professor Taillette interrupted.
'Professor, I haven't finished,' Hermione Granger said a bit annoyed. Draco silently laughed at the way the teacher had interrupted Granger like no other professor ever had done.
'I said, whaz can you do zo zest an object for ze danger.. .' the Professor said ignoring Granger. 'Volunzair plizz. Goyle,'
'You have to do a spell called.. . I can't remember what it is called.. .'
'You definitely use a spell. Now whaz is iz called mon class? Iz is called "Ventreecelcia". You perform it like this,' she waved her wand. 'Ventreecelcia!' Nothing happened.
'Professor ! You are doing it wrong ! You are pronouncing the I too long. It I called VentrIcelcia, not VentrEEcelcia!' Hermione Granger exclaimed annoyed. She waved the wand towards the Professor and shouted 'Ventricelcia!' A blue lightning swept out of her wand and turned itself around Professor Taillette like it was binding her together. Then suddenly the hair flew of her and landed softly on the ground in front of Granger. Everyone gasped. It was a wig and what was hidden underneath it was a hideous greyish lump of hair placed on top of her head. She kind of looked like a monk without her wig.
'I 'ad an 'air cuz just before mon h'arrival.. .' she said and quickly ran to get the wig of the floor. She tried to put it on but it for some reason didn't work. 'Excusé moi,' she said and left the room to go to the bathroom.