If you're all wondering why I put this chapter up with chapter five,
it's because chapter five is awfully short, even by my standards. So, I
thought I'd give you this one as well.
The Mirror of Erised Chapter Six Jewel Little Bird
Fleur was very pleased with herself.
Everyone in her very first class had entered in one frame of mind, then left in another. The boys had all been gawking at her while the girls had been glaring. She'd only sat calmly at her desk, waiting for them to pay attention. Once she'd been sure they were, she'd stood up and looked each one in the eye as she called out the names on the roster to make sure they were all present. Then she'd smiled at them and began the speech she'd prepared.
"Now, I'm sure you're all curious about me, and why someone so young is teaching you. For ze moment, zat is none of your business. 'Owever, what is your business is zat I weell allow no slacking off in zis class." Her smile had became nasty. "Eef I give you 'omework, I want it complete on ze day I assign it for, not before, not after. I weell not accept anyzing late. 'Omework counts for a zird of your total grade.
"Eef I ask a question, I expect you all to try and answer. I do not care eef you are wrong or eef you are right. I only care zat you are paying enough attention to try and answer. Class participation is another zird of your total grade.
"When I give you a test, I will 'ave told you about it only one week ahead of time. During zat week, I weell expect you to study hard. During a written test, ze only sounds I want to 'ear are ze sounds of your quills on your papairs. Eef you try to cheat in any way, form, or fashion, I weell rip up your test, and you weell get a zero. During a practical test, I do not want any fooling around. Eef you do fool around, you weell get a zero for ze test. Tests count for ze final zird of your total grade."
She'd leaned forward and let her anger burst forth. Veela, though technically emotionless, did manage to bring forth one emotion in abundance: anger. Doing so, however, could be dangerous for anyone too close. "AND EEF ANY OF YOU TRY MY PATIENCE, YOU WEELL WISH I WAS PROFESSOR SNAPE!!"
The boys had all left clearly shaken, whereas the girls had been impressed.
At the moment, Fleur was humming a tune as she cleared the blackboard of the homework assignment she'd written on it. She smiled a bit to herself as Snape snuck up on her, no doubt thinking he could startle her. "Bonjour, Professor Snape," she chirped, not bothering to turn around. "And what may I do for you?"
There was no doubt in her mind that he wanted to know how she knew he was there; however, he did not ask. "As a matter of fact, I have that potion you requested."
She finally turned around. "You do? I didn't zink such a potion could be made wizin twenty-four 'ours."
He handed her a small vial. "It can. The batch I made will only be good for two months, however I'm sure you'll use it all before then. You need to take one dose in the morning when you wake up and one at night before you go to bed while you're... menstruating. There is only one dose in that vial; I've more ready when you need it."
"Zank you, Professor," she purred. "Zat's very kind of you." Just to see his reaction, she kissed is cheek.
He looked as if she'd hit him on the head with a frying pan.
Supressing the urge to giggle hysterically, she swept past him and walked out of the classroom. There was ten minutes before her next class, and she wanted to put the vial in her room right away.
Besides, Snape looked like he needed time to recover. Only when she was sure she was out of his earshot did she start laughing.
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End of Chapter Six
The Mirror of Erised Chapter Six Jewel Little Bird
Fleur was very pleased with herself.
Everyone in her very first class had entered in one frame of mind, then left in another. The boys had all been gawking at her while the girls had been glaring. She'd only sat calmly at her desk, waiting for them to pay attention. Once she'd been sure they were, she'd stood up and looked each one in the eye as she called out the names on the roster to make sure they were all present. Then she'd smiled at them and began the speech she'd prepared.
"Now, I'm sure you're all curious about me, and why someone so young is teaching you. For ze moment, zat is none of your business. 'Owever, what is your business is zat I weell allow no slacking off in zis class." Her smile had became nasty. "Eef I give you 'omework, I want it complete on ze day I assign it for, not before, not after. I weell not accept anyzing late. 'Omework counts for a zird of your total grade.
"Eef I ask a question, I expect you all to try and answer. I do not care eef you are wrong or eef you are right. I only care zat you are paying enough attention to try and answer. Class participation is another zird of your total grade.
"When I give you a test, I will 'ave told you about it only one week ahead of time. During zat week, I weell expect you to study hard. During a written test, ze only sounds I want to 'ear are ze sounds of your quills on your papairs. Eef you try to cheat in any way, form, or fashion, I weell rip up your test, and you weell get a zero. During a practical test, I do not want any fooling around. Eef you do fool around, you weell get a zero for ze test. Tests count for ze final zird of your total grade."
She'd leaned forward and let her anger burst forth. Veela, though technically emotionless, did manage to bring forth one emotion in abundance: anger. Doing so, however, could be dangerous for anyone too close. "AND EEF ANY OF YOU TRY MY PATIENCE, YOU WEELL WISH I WAS PROFESSOR SNAPE!!"
The boys had all left clearly shaken, whereas the girls had been impressed.
At the moment, Fleur was humming a tune as she cleared the blackboard of the homework assignment she'd written on it. She smiled a bit to herself as Snape snuck up on her, no doubt thinking he could startle her. "Bonjour, Professor Snape," she chirped, not bothering to turn around. "And what may I do for you?"
There was no doubt in her mind that he wanted to know how she knew he was there; however, he did not ask. "As a matter of fact, I have that potion you requested."
She finally turned around. "You do? I didn't zink such a potion could be made wizin twenty-four 'ours."
He handed her a small vial. "It can. The batch I made will only be good for two months, however I'm sure you'll use it all before then. You need to take one dose in the morning when you wake up and one at night before you go to bed while you're... menstruating. There is only one dose in that vial; I've more ready when you need it."
"Zank you, Professor," she purred. "Zat's very kind of you." Just to see his reaction, she kissed is cheek.
He looked as if she'd hit him on the head with a frying pan.
Supressing the urge to giggle hysterically, she swept past him and walked out of the classroom. There was ten minutes before her next class, and she wanted to put the vial in her room right away.
Besides, Snape looked like he needed time to recover. Only when she was sure she was out of his earshot did she start laughing.
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End of Chapter Six