Heya, hiya, ho there! What's up, my homie g dawgs?
Dimitri: I thinks she's gone nuts on us...
Dominic: ::munches on some popcorn, totally oblivious to his owner's best friend::
Dimitri: Dominic? Whatcha doin' over there? You haven't deserted me, too, have you?
Saturn: he's gone to the dark side ::starts humming the Star Wars theme song::
Dimitri: ::looks quite frightened and runs out of the room::
Saturn: ::rolls her eyes:: At least he didn't watch Benvolio and Tybalt fight with lightsabers...Well, I've decided that I'm changing it so that they're in their 6th year, so it makes more sense, ok?
~*~*~*~
She sighed and as she was getting up she said, "I guess I'm not loved. That's ok, I'll just go back to Corwin...I'm sure he'll take me." Her mischievous smile was back in place at this, her eyes lighting up as she licked her lips. "Once, if not over and over again..."
~*~*~*~
The first few classes went rather uneventfully. Many of the older students had seemed happier this year, though, as Dumbledore had relaxed the dress code, letting them wear muggle clothing under their robes, instead of the strict looking uniforms. Many girls were using this as a chance to show off a little more skin than usual(although Dumbledore had strictly said no excessive amounts were to be shown without dire consequences); boys were strictly enjoying this.
Potions, as usual, was horrible, but Snape had seemed less in a...bad mood than previous years. Snape had, unusually, not taken off any points from Gryfindor, raising the student's hopes.
~*~*~*~
"As this is probably the first time first time that any of you have even heard of Biology, I guess I'll start with the basics," said their teacher, Professor Schwindt. He turned his back to the board and began to write:
"Biology: the study of life that seeks to provide an understanding of the natural world." As he did this, Hermione took the time to study the room. If she had to judge his personality, she would have to say that this man had a Penguin...affliction? When he finished writing, he turned to face them.
"What are you waiting for? Copy this down," he told the students who hadn't gotten the picture quickly enough. Hermione grinned, know that this would be an awesome teacher, and that she would, hopefully learn a lot.
~*~*~*~
"It wasn't as horrible as I thought it would be..." said Ron thoughtfully at lunch.
"He was a wonderful teacher who obviously loved his job! How good can you get?" said Hermione, shaking her head lightly, allowing the tendrils of her hair to flick him lightly in the face.
"What was that for?" asked Ron playfully. She just grinned at him and walked away, toting her bookbag behind her and leaving many stares in her wake. Hermione was extremely happy with her choice of clothes today, as she had received many shocked looks. Under her robes she was wearing a red tank top with 'Angel' written in black lettering on the front and tight flare jeans. Her ears remained hidden from the wizarding world under her witch's hat, and she felt instant relief at this.
~*~*~*~
"You are blessed to only be half, actually," he explained to her. "You won't have to hunt quite as often as purebloods, but it is still a good skill to know." Hermione's eyes were wide in wonder. After she had woken up, she had immediately craved nourishment, but not from the usual source. "You must lull them into a sense of being unaware of your intentions. There are some muggles and witches that try and hunt us, unfortunately."
"But why?" she asked sweetly.
"They are untrusting of our intentions, but that is fine."
~*~*~*~
Hermione smiled fondly at this memory. He had taught her so many things in such a short time and she was glad for it. Now, with a wide grin on her face, she headed off to her next class--Defense against the Dark Arts.
~*~*~*~
"I will teach you things you will need to know in most everyday life. Do not expect this course to be easy, as you have all been through five years at this school, making you seasoned veterans of Hogwarts. Your first assignment will be to research one creature--either wizarding or muggle--and it must be turned in by the upcoming holidays. You will not be able to have any decision in what you will be researching," said their teacher's calm voice. He took a top hat out from behind his desk and held it out for the class to see. "Your creature will be picked from a hat!"
"What if we are unable to find anything on that particular creature?" asked the inquisitive voice of a boy in the back.
"Then, you get an F, its as simple as that. Who wants to go first?"
When no one volunteered right away, Hermione sighed lightly and raised her hand. "I will professor."
"Wonderful. Hermione, is it? Stick your hand in, it won't bite...I don't believe," he said, his quiet voice taunting her, teasing her with its mysteriousness. Smirking up at him, she plunged her hand in a drew out a small slip of paper with a single word 'Konenji' written in neat handwriting upon it.
"Who is next?" he asked, after taking note of what she had gotten. A few other brave and intrepid students raised their hands timidly. He seemed to float in their direction, and he finally get everyone to draw.
"Now," he drawled, in a soft, other-worldly accent, "I don not want these turned in by anyone until at least a week before the holidays begin. I want them well thought out and organized, filled with facts I probably do not even know myself. Surprise me. There is no set limit to how long it must be, as I know many of you will write in large handwriting, and that just will not do. If I get one a half parchment page full, but it is filled with more than just the average fact, well thought out, neat so on a so forth, it could get a high mark, but I doubt many of you have the intellect to do that. You are dismissed, I no longer have the patience for you." Not wanting to argue, the class streamed out of the classroom, happy to be free of their class early for once.
"I don't know, Hermione, but for some reason, I think the teachers have gotten nicer or something...except Snape...maybe he stole their meanness...that's got to be it," said Ron, mostly muttering to himself. Harry and Hermione just shared a look and rolled their eyes, knowing all too well their friend's hatred for the sinister, greasy potions master.
~*~*~*~
Did you like? I'm just trying new things currently....I hope you don't mind if it ends up crazy-like...
Dimitri: ::mutters:: You're crazy like...
Saturn: That's ok, at least I know it...
Dimitri: Where'd that crazy vampire go, anyway?
Saturn: ::rolls her eyes:: I'm not letting you turn out to be like Rurik...
Dimitri: So that is the devilish fiends name!!
Saturn: Uh....no....Rurik wants to kill him, hun, and rescue his (the vampire's) sister.
Disclaimer: I Own my plot...nothing else...except a viral infection ::cough cough, hack hack:: Isn't that wonderful? ::grins:: Well, I'm off to see the wizard!!
Dimitri: I thinks she's gone nuts on us...
Dominic: ::munches on some popcorn, totally oblivious to his owner's best friend::
Dimitri: Dominic? Whatcha doin' over there? You haven't deserted me, too, have you?
Saturn: he's gone to the dark side ::starts humming the Star Wars theme song::
Dimitri: ::looks quite frightened and runs out of the room::
Saturn: ::rolls her eyes:: At least he didn't watch Benvolio and Tybalt fight with lightsabers...Well, I've decided that I'm changing it so that they're in their 6th year, so it makes more sense, ok?
~*~*~*~
She sighed and as she was getting up she said, "I guess I'm not loved. That's ok, I'll just go back to Corwin...I'm sure he'll take me." Her mischievous smile was back in place at this, her eyes lighting up as she licked her lips. "Once, if not over and over again..."
~*~*~*~
The first few classes went rather uneventfully. Many of the older students had seemed happier this year, though, as Dumbledore had relaxed the dress code, letting them wear muggle clothing under their robes, instead of the strict looking uniforms. Many girls were using this as a chance to show off a little more skin than usual(although Dumbledore had strictly said no excessive amounts were to be shown without dire consequences); boys were strictly enjoying this.
Potions, as usual, was horrible, but Snape had seemed less in a...bad mood than previous years. Snape had, unusually, not taken off any points from Gryfindor, raising the student's hopes.
~*~*~*~
"As this is probably the first time first time that any of you have even heard of Biology, I guess I'll start with the basics," said their teacher, Professor Schwindt. He turned his back to the board and began to write:
"Biology: the study of life that seeks to provide an understanding of the natural world." As he did this, Hermione took the time to study the room. If she had to judge his personality, she would have to say that this man had a Penguin...affliction? When he finished writing, he turned to face them.
"What are you waiting for? Copy this down," he told the students who hadn't gotten the picture quickly enough. Hermione grinned, know that this would be an awesome teacher, and that she would, hopefully learn a lot.
~*~*~*~
"It wasn't as horrible as I thought it would be..." said Ron thoughtfully at lunch.
"He was a wonderful teacher who obviously loved his job! How good can you get?" said Hermione, shaking her head lightly, allowing the tendrils of her hair to flick him lightly in the face.
"What was that for?" asked Ron playfully. She just grinned at him and walked away, toting her bookbag behind her and leaving many stares in her wake. Hermione was extremely happy with her choice of clothes today, as she had received many shocked looks. Under her robes she was wearing a red tank top with 'Angel' written in black lettering on the front and tight flare jeans. Her ears remained hidden from the wizarding world under her witch's hat, and she felt instant relief at this.
~*~*~*~
"You are blessed to only be half, actually," he explained to her. "You won't have to hunt quite as often as purebloods, but it is still a good skill to know." Hermione's eyes were wide in wonder. After she had woken up, she had immediately craved nourishment, but not from the usual source. "You must lull them into a sense of being unaware of your intentions. There are some muggles and witches that try and hunt us, unfortunately."
"But why?" she asked sweetly.
"They are untrusting of our intentions, but that is fine."
~*~*~*~
Hermione smiled fondly at this memory. He had taught her so many things in such a short time and she was glad for it. Now, with a wide grin on her face, she headed off to her next class--Defense against the Dark Arts.
~*~*~*~
"I will teach you things you will need to know in most everyday life. Do not expect this course to be easy, as you have all been through five years at this school, making you seasoned veterans of Hogwarts. Your first assignment will be to research one creature--either wizarding or muggle--and it must be turned in by the upcoming holidays. You will not be able to have any decision in what you will be researching," said their teacher's calm voice. He took a top hat out from behind his desk and held it out for the class to see. "Your creature will be picked from a hat!"
"What if we are unable to find anything on that particular creature?" asked the inquisitive voice of a boy in the back.
"Then, you get an F, its as simple as that. Who wants to go first?"
When no one volunteered right away, Hermione sighed lightly and raised her hand. "I will professor."
"Wonderful. Hermione, is it? Stick your hand in, it won't bite...I don't believe," he said, his quiet voice taunting her, teasing her with its mysteriousness. Smirking up at him, she plunged her hand in a drew out a small slip of paper with a single word 'Konenji' written in neat handwriting upon it.
"Who is next?" he asked, after taking note of what she had gotten. A few other brave and intrepid students raised their hands timidly. He seemed to float in their direction, and he finally get everyone to draw.
"Now," he drawled, in a soft, other-worldly accent, "I don not want these turned in by anyone until at least a week before the holidays begin. I want them well thought out and organized, filled with facts I probably do not even know myself. Surprise me. There is no set limit to how long it must be, as I know many of you will write in large handwriting, and that just will not do. If I get one a half parchment page full, but it is filled with more than just the average fact, well thought out, neat so on a so forth, it could get a high mark, but I doubt many of you have the intellect to do that. You are dismissed, I no longer have the patience for you." Not wanting to argue, the class streamed out of the classroom, happy to be free of their class early for once.
"I don't know, Hermione, but for some reason, I think the teachers have gotten nicer or something...except Snape...maybe he stole their meanness...that's got to be it," said Ron, mostly muttering to himself. Harry and Hermione just shared a look and rolled their eyes, knowing all too well their friend's hatred for the sinister, greasy potions master.
~*~*~*~
Did you like? I'm just trying new things currently....I hope you don't mind if it ends up crazy-like...
Dimitri: ::mutters:: You're crazy like...
Saturn: That's ok, at least I know it...
Dimitri: Where'd that crazy vampire go, anyway?
Saturn: ::rolls her eyes:: I'm not letting you turn out to be like Rurik...
Dimitri: So that is the devilish fiends name!!
Saturn: Uh....no....Rurik wants to kill him, hun, and rescue his (the vampire's) sister.
Disclaimer: I Own my plot...nothing else...except a viral infection ::cough cough, hack hack:: Isn't that wonderful? ::grins:: Well, I'm off to see the wizard!!