The thing Beth found most fascinating about Hogwarts was her lessons. She
had fallen in love with Charms the moment she'd stepped into the classroom.
Tiny Professor Flitwick had taken an immediate liking to her as well. She
was regularly seen talking to him about some charm she'd found in some
textbook or another.
Of course this earned her unmerciful teasing from the boys who all firmly believed the less time spent doing homework the better. Generally Beth had to agree with that philosophy. There were so many better things to be doing than slaving away writing icky potions essays that didn't matter anyway, but she was totally addicted to Charms.
Other classes she loved were transfigurations and Defense Against the Dark Arts. They were both completely intriguing subjects. She was hopeless at flying, loathed potions (although she seemed to have a natural talent for it. Beth supposed that if the professor wasn't such a git she might've liked it.) Herbology was rather boring and History of Magic was the easiest thing she'd ever experienced.
Matt and Bobby acted strangely to one of the teachers and Beth could never figure out why. The witch who'd greeted them at the beginning of the term, Professor Weasely, had to be the best teacher at Hogwarts. She taught a class you could take in your third year and up. Obviously Beth had guessed that she was related to the Weaselys, perhaps she was an older cousin or aunt or something. The only thing is that Beth didn't know how wrong she was.
"Thank you, Professor Flitwick. See tomorrow!" Beth said as she came out of the charms classroom one Thursday afternoon. They'd just had a wonderful class and she was in an extremely good mood. She pushed through the crowds on her way to the Great Hall for lunch humming softly to herself. Probably the only thing she missed about home was her music system, being a complete music junkie and all. She turned into a deserted corridor so she wouldn't get trampled to death while she tied her shoelace.
"Mum! Not now please! I'm going to be late for lunch." Beth heard Bobby say.
"Bobby, please don't talk to me like a stupid child okay?" A female voice interrupted Bobby's tirade. "All I wanted to know was why you were upset. Shoot me for caring about my son!"
"Mum!" At this point Beth looked up to see Professor Weasely standing at the end of the corridor scowling at Bobby. He seemed to cower beneath her glare and mumbled incoherently. Professor whipped round, and stormed back into what must have been her office. Beth stood quickly and hurried back into the streaming throng of students going to lunch.
Bobby was Professor Weasly's son? So that's why the boys always acted to strangely around her! Now more than ever Beth wanted to know what Professor Weasely taught. She'd ask the boys at lunch, she decided.
As usual lunch was a highly exuberant and noisy affair. The students were all discussing the events of the day in loud voices. The noise that resulted caused them to speak louder as to be heard over the din. Needless to say Beth was wishing she'd brought earmuffs with her.
The only person who wasn't participating in the lively conversation was Bobby. He sat quietly next to Matt concentrating fiercely on his food, trying his hardest to ignore everyone around him, including Matt.
Beth suspected it had to do something with his mother. Thinking of Professor Weasely Beth looked up at the teachers' table. She had never really looked at the professor before but she was looking now, and the fact that she new who the teacher was she noticed small similarities between mother and son.
Professor Weasely was a tall, pretty, woman. She had long wavy chestnut hair that framed her face perfectly, and deep intelligent brown eyes that saw more than normal people could. Her nose was small and slightly upturned with one or two freckles dotting it. She had a pointed chin that looked like it could be very stubborn when she wanted it to, and she had a certain 'don't-mess-with-me' look about her. Beth decided she really liked her.
"What is so fascinating up there?" Matt asked with a tinge of amusement in his voice.
"I was just wondering what the other teachers taught," Beth improvised, not wanting Matt to know that she was inspecting his aunt. "There are more teachers than classes that we take, I was trying to figure out why."
"That's an easy question." A voice behind her said. Beth whipped round to see who it was. Cecil sat down in the empty chair beside her.
"Would you mind answering it then?" Beth asked.
"Sure. You see there are more classes than the basic ones you take. When you reach third year you choose two extra classes and they become sort of like electives. There's all sorts of classes like Arithmancy, Care of Magical Creatures, and Divinations. They help you in your chosen career after school."
"Oh, I understand! So, who teaches what?" Beth asked eagerly.
"Well, Au-ah Professor Weasely teaches Study of Ancient Runes, Hagrid teaches Care of Magical Creatures, Professor Trelawney teaches Divination, and there are a few more but I don't take their classes, I don't know what they teach."
"Isn't Professor Weasely the Deputy Head Mistress?"
"Yeah, and I right pain in the neck too." Bobby answered before turning back to his food. Beth raised an eyebrow at him wondering what had made him so touchy lately. She knew Professor Weasely was his mother but that was no reason to right her off in front of everyone. Shaking her head Beth decided she'd never understand boys, and right now she didn't even have the energy to try. Let them be petty it wasn't her fault if they were constantly in bad moods!
Of course this earned her unmerciful teasing from the boys who all firmly believed the less time spent doing homework the better. Generally Beth had to agree with that philosophy. There were so many better things to be doing than slaving away writing icky potions essays that didn't matter anyway, but she was totally addicted to Charms.
Other classes she loved were transfigurations and Defense Against the Dark Arts. They were both completely intriguing subjects. She was hopeless at flying, loathed potions (although she seemed to have a natural talent for it. Beth supposed that if the professor wasn't such a git she might've liked it.) Herbology was rather boring and History of Magic was the easiest thing she'd ever experienced.
Matt and Bobby acted strangely to one of the teachers and Beth could never figure out why. The witch who'd greeted them at the beginning of the term, Professor Weasely, had to be the best teacher at Hogwarts. She taught a class you could take in your third year and up. Obviously Beth had guessed that she was related to the Weaselys, perhaps she was an older cousin or aunt or something. The only thing is that Beth didn't know how wrong she was.
"Thank you, Professor Flitwick. See tomorrow!" Beth said as she came out of the charms classroom one Thursday afternoon. They'd just had a wonderful class and she was in an extremely good mood. She pushed through the crowds on her way to the Great Hall for lunch humming softly to herself. Probably the only thing she missed about home was her music system, being a complete music junkie and all. She turned into a deserted corridor so she wouldn't get trampled to death while she tied her shoelace.
"Mum! Not now please! I'm going to be late for lunch." Beth heard Bobby say.
"Bobby, please don't talk to me like a stupid child okay?" A female voice interrupted Bobby's tirade. "All I wanted to know was why you were upset. Shoot me for caring about my son!"
"Mum!" At this point Beth looked up to see Professor Weasely standing at the end of the corridor scowling at Bobby. He seemed to cower beneath her glare and mumbled incoherently. Professor whipped round, and stormed back into what must have been her office. Beth stood quickly and hurried back into the streaming throng of students going to lunch.
Bobby was Professor Weasly's son? So that's why the boys always acted to strangely around her! Now more than ever Beth wanted to know what Professor Weasely taught. She'd ask the boys at lunch, she decided.
As usual lunch was a highly exuberant and noisy affair. The students were all discussing the events of the day in loud voices. The noise that resulted caused them to speak louder as to be heard over the din. Needless to say Beth was wishing she'd brought earmuffs with her.
The only person who wasn't participating in the lively conversation was Bobby. He sat quietly next to Matt concentrating fiercely on his food, trying his hardest to ignore everyone around him, including Matt.
Beth suspected it had to do something with his mother. Thinking of Professor Weasely Beth looked up at the teachers' table. She had never really looked at the professor before but she was looking now, and the fact that she new who the teacher was she noticed small similarities between mother and son.
Professor Weasely was a tall, pretty, woman. She had long wavy chestnut hair that framed her face perfectly, and deep intelligent brown eyes that saw more than normal people could. Her nose was small and slightly upturned with one or two freckles dotting it. She had a pointed chin that looked like it could be very stubborn when she wanted it to, and she had a certain 'don't-mess-with-me' look about her. Beth decided she really liked her.
"What is so fascinating up there?" Matt asked with a tinge of amusement in his voice.
"I was just wondering what the other teachers taught," Beth improvised, not wanting Matt to know that she was inspecting his aunt. "There are more teachers than classes that we take, I was trying to figure out why."
"That's an easy question." A voice behind her said. Beth whipped round to see who it was. Cecil sat down in the empty chair beside her.
"Would you mind answering it then?" Beth asked.
"Sure. You see there are more classes than the basic ones you take. When you reach third year you choose two extra classes and they become sort of like electives. There's all sorts of classes like Arithmancy, Care of Magical Creatures, and Divinations. They help you in your chosen career after school."
"Oh, I understand! So, who teaches what?" Beth asked eagerly.
"Well, Au-ah Professor Weasely teaches Study of Ancient Runes, Hagrid teaches Care of Magical Creatures, Professor Trelawney teaches Divination, and there are a few more but I don't take their classes, I don't know what they teach."
"Isn't Professor Weasely the Deputy Head Mistress?"
"Yeah, and I right pain in the neck too." Bobby answered before turning back to his food. Beth raised an eyebrow at him wondering what had made him so touchy lately. She knew Professor Weasely was his mother but that was no reason to right her off in front of everyone. Shaking her head Beth decided she'd never understand boys, and right now she didn't even have the energy to try. Let them be petty it wasn't her fault if they were constantly in bad moods!