Amy Wilkinson sighed and looked around the room. She hated Defence
Against the Dark Arts classes this year. So far her sixth year at Hogwarts
had been excellent; she enjoyed hanging around with her best friends, Harry
Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger and she enjoyed writing short
stories in her spare time. So far this year, there seemed to be hardly any
spare time, though. Their new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher,
Professor McLellan, was a short old man whom insisted the only way they
truly learn about the Dark Arts is to write fourteen page long notes,
daily, on each and every curse and hex Professor McLellan could think of.
Rolling her eyes as the professor began his seventh straight lecture that day, Amy urgently tried to make eye contact with Hermione, but she was involved in a heavy, but hushed, discussion with Ron about their History of Magic essay that was due the following week. Amy wanted to tell Hermione to wait for her after class and that she had to stay and talk to Professor McLellan about the previous night's homework. Switching her head to the other side of Ron, who sat in the middle of Harry and Hermione, she tried to catch Harry's attention. Harry, however, was listening intently to Ron and Hermione argue, with a look of amusement on his face. Giving up, Amy turned back to her own table where Seamus Finnigan and Neville Longbottom sat beside her. Grinning at Neville, who looked terrified at what Amy was about to do, Amy flicked a piece of crumpled up parchment at Ron.
"Miss Wilkinson, I do not tolerate that kind of behaviour in my class!" Professor McLellan's voice boomed across the room to Amy's table and she shot around like a rocket to face the front. Trying to suppress his laughter, Seamus coughed into his hand, but it sounded something like, "Busted!" to Amy. Trying to suppress her own laughter (and ignore the laughter from Harry and Ron) Amy faced the front and prepared to take the punishment that Professor McLellan was going to hand out.
"May I interrupt?" came a voice from the doorway and Amy breathed a sigh of relief. Every pair of eyes in the room came to rest on the new Headmaster of the school, Professor Handar, and a boy Amy had never seen before. He had jet-black hair, kind of like Harry's, and a very handsome face. He was tall, or at least taller than Amy, and had glistening blue eyes that seemed to glow.
"Professor McLellan, this is your new student, Tom Riddle," stated the Headmaster, urging Tom forward with his hand. Professor Handar was not as kind as Professor Dumbledore, although he was a nice guy. Professor Dumbledore had retired the year before and Amy missed him very much. He had become like a father to her in the years that he was at Hogwarts. He promised to write the students frequently, but so far, no such letters had been received.
"Thank you, Professor Handar." The Headmaster bowed his head slightly and exited the room leaving a very awkward Tom standing in the doorway. "Please come in, Tom. Take the empty seat beside the two girls up here. We were just discussing how to reverse harmful memory charms."
Tom sat down at the table the professor had offered, which was only two tables ahead of Amy's table. He turned and grinned at her before facing the front and Amy forgot all about her troubles. Until Professor McLellan spoke.
"Miss Wilkinson, as I was saying, I do not tolerate that kind of behaviour in my classroom. I will ask you to refrain from doing so in the future and you will serve detention with me tonight in the classroom at eight o'clock. Is that clear?"
Amy nodded briefly, elbowing Seamus under the table for laughing. She tried to keep a straight face throughout the rest of the lesson, but found it difficult. As soon as Professor McLellan had dismissed them ("I will see you tonight at eight o'clock sharp, Miss Wilkinson") Amy released any thoughts about talking to Professor McLellan about the homework and hurried to catch up with her friends who were still talking candidly about the argument that had taken place earlier in the class.
"I swear, Ron, if your head wasn't attached." Hermione started.
"I would look like Nearly Headless Nick?" Ron finished. Harry burst out laughing but stopped at the sight of a glaring Hermione.
"Hey, Amy. Looking forward to detention tonight?" Ron asked Amy as she hurried along side them.
Choosing to ignore him, Amy asked, "What do you guys think of the new student?"
Ron and Harry shrugged, but Hermione's face changed dramatically. "I think he's dreamy," she said, smiling softly into space. Amy hadn't seen her look this way since their fourth year when she met Viktor Krum, a student from another school. Ron elbowed her hard in the ribs. It was no secret to Harry and Amy that Ron and Hermione were perfect together, but they were too stubborn to see it.
Amy giggled as Tom passed by her, giving her another grin. Harry looked unhappy and Ron smirked at him. "Hurts, doesn't it?" he asked. Unclear as to what Ron meant, Hermione and Amy chose to ignore the boys and walked together quickly to their next class, Potions, discussing the new boy along the way. Harry and Ron sulked behind them, hating to be put last again.
Rolling her eyes as the professor began his seventh straight lecture that day, Amy urgently tried to make eye contact with Hermione, but she was involved in a heavy, but hushed, discussion with Ron about their History of Magic essay that was due the following week. Amy wanted to tell Hermione to wait for her after class and that she had to stay and talk to Professor McLellan about the previous night's homework. Switching her head to the other side of Ron, who sat in the middle of Harry and Hermione, she tried to catch Harry's attention. Harry, however, was listening intently to Ron and Hermione argue, with a look of amusement on his face. Giving up, Amy turned back to her own table where Seamus Finnigan and Neville Longbottom sat beside her. Grinning at Neville, who looked terrified at what Amy was about to do, Amy flicked a piece of crumpled up parchment at Ron.
"Miss Wilkinson, I do not tolerate that kind of behaviour in my class!" Professor McLellan's voice boomed across the room to Amy's table and she shot around like a rocket to face the front. Trying to suppress his laughter, Seamus coughed into his hand, but it sounded something like, "Busted!" to Amy. Trying to suppress her own laughter (and ignore the laughter from Harry and Ron) Amy faced the front and prepared to take the punishment that Professor McLellan was going to hand out.
"May I interrupt?" came a voice from the doorway and Amy breathed a sigh of relief. Every pair of eyes in the room came to rest on the new Headmaster of the school, Professor Handar, and a boy Amy had never seen before. He had jet-black hair, kind of like Harry's, and a very handsome face. He was tall, or at least taller than Amy, and had glistening blue eyes that seemed to glow.
"Professor McLellan, this is your new student, Tom Riddle," stated the Headmaster, urging Tom forward with his hand. Professor Handar was not as kind as Professor Dumbledore, although he was a nice guy. Professor Dumbledore had retired the year before and Amy missed him very much. He had become like a father to her in the years that he was at Hogwarts. He promised to write the students frequently, but so far, no such letters had been received.
"Thank you, Professor Handar." The Headmaster bowed his head slightly and exited the room leaving a very awkward Tom standing in the doorway. "Please come in, Tom. Take the empty seat beside the two girls up here. We were just discussing how to reverse harmful memory charms."
Tom sat down at the table the professor had offered, which was only two tables ahead of Amy's table. He turned and grinned at her before facing the front and Amy forgot all about her troubles. Until Professor McLellan spoke.
"Miss Wilkinson, as I was saying, I do not tolerate that kind of behaviour in my classroom. I will ask you to refrain from doing so in the future and you will serve detention with me tonight in the classroom at eight o'clock. Is that clear?"
Amy nodded briefly, elbowing Seamus under the table for laughing. She tried to keep a straight face throughout the rest of the lesson, but found it difficult. As soon as Professor McLellan had dismissed them ("I will see you tonight at eight o'clock sharp, Miss Wilkinson") Amy released any thoughts about talking to Professor McLellan about the homework and hurried to catch up with her friends who were still talking candidly about the argument that had taken place earlier in the class.
"I swear, Ron, if your head wasn't attached." Hermione started.
"I would look like Nearly Headless Nick?" Ron finished. Harry burst out laughing but stopped at the sight of a glaring Hermione.
"Hey, Amy. Looking forward to detention tonight?" Ron asked Amy as she hurried along side them.
Choosing to ignore him, Amy asked, "What do you guys think of the new student?"
Ron and Harry shrugged, but Hermione's face changed dramatically. "I think he's dreamy," she said, smiling softly into space. Amy hadn't seen her look this way since their fourth year when she met Viktor Krum, a student from another school. Ron elbowed her hard in the ribs. It was no secret to Harry and Amy that Ron and Hermione were perfect together, but they were too stubborn to see it.
Amy giggled as Tom passed by her, giving her another grin. Harry looked unhappy and Ron smirked at him. "Hurts, doesn't it?" he asked. Unclear as to what Ron meant, Hermione and Amy chose to ignore the boys and walked together quickly to their next class, Potions, discussing the new boy along the way. Harry and Ron sulked behind them, hating to be put last again.