After the Sorting Hat performed the traditional sorting into houses,
Dumbledore stood to make his speech.
"Welcome back to Hogwarts. And welcome for the first time to all new first years." He smiled warmly at the youngest pupils, just categorized into their houses.
"And welcome, of course, to the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, which has become a sort of tradition all by itself," with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes he said, "Professor Ronan."
Professor Ronan, a young happy looking witch, smiled brightly at all the students in the Great Hall. She was wearing the usual black robes of the teachers, but it was tied at the waist with a brightly coloured woven belt. The whole outfit showed off her curvaceous figure to great effect. Her dark hair was indiscernible beneath the pointed black hat.
"She looks nice," Harry whispered.
Ron nodded in agreement, "better than the last one."
"Just because she's pretty," Hermione said, frowning.
Just then Dumbledore stood and spoke again, "Another addition to the staff this year is someone most of the students might remember. Miss Delacour joined us two years ago for the Triwizard Tournament. She is going to be an assistant teacher here at Hogwarts for the next year."
Fleur Delacour smiled uncertainly. She looked very nervous and slightly bewildered.
"She's back!" Ron whispered excitedly to Harry.
Hermione rolled her eyes, remembering the effect Fleur had had on Ron (and most of the male students) back in forth year. She put it down to Fleur's Veela heritage.
"Without further ado, let the feast commence," Dumbledore announced.
As always, the golden goblets and platters magically filled instantaneously with delicious food and drink.
Draco had paid hardly any attention to Dumbledore's announcements, although the new Defence teacher looked interesting. He glanced up to the staff table. Professors Snape and Ronan were deep in conversation, and she laughed at something Snape said. Snape smiled. It was a different kind of smile Draco had ever seen on him before.
Well at least someone's happy, thought Draco. This year he knew he could not suffer Crabbe and Goyle, or indeed most of the Slytherins. Just thinking that he had been just like them made him shiver.
He picked restlessly at the food on his plate, not really hungry. He ignored the chatter around him on the Slytherin table. What he really wanted to do was go to his room and plan what he was going to say to Ciara tomorrow.
"Welcome back to Hogwarts. And welcome for the first time to all new first years." He smiled warmly at the youngest pupils, just categorized into their houses.
"And welcome, of course, to the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, which has become a sort of tradition all by itself," with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes he said, "Professor Ronan."
Professor Ronan, a young happy looking witch, smiled brightly at all the students in the Great Hall. She was wearing the usual black robes of the teachers, but it was tied at the waist with a brightly coloured woven belt. The whole outfit showed off her curvaceous figure to great effect. Her dark hair was indiscernible beneath the pointed black hat.
"She looks nice," Harry whispered.
Ron nodded in agreement, "better than the last one."
"Just because she's pretty," Hermione said, frowning.
Just then Dumbledore stood and spoke again, "Another addition to the staff this year is someone most of the students might remember. Miss Delacour joined us two years ago for the Triwizard Tournament. She is going to be an assistant teacher here at Hogwarts for the next year."
Fleur Delacour smiled uncertainly. She looked very nervous and slightly bewildered.
"She's back!" Ron whispered excitedly to Harry.
Hermione rolled her eyes, remembering the effect Fleur had had on Ron (and most of the male students) back in forth year. She put it down to Fleur's Veela heritage.
"Without further ado, let the feast commence," Dumbledore announced.
As always, the golden goblets and platters magically filled instantaneously with delicious food and drink.
Draco had paid hardly any attention to Dumbledore's announcements, although the new Defence teacher looked interesting. He glanced up to the staff table. Professors Snape and Ronan were deep in conversation, and she laughed at something Snape said. Snape smiled. It was a different kind of smile Draco had ever seen on him before.
Well at least someone's happy, thought Draco. This year he knew he could not suffer Crabbe and Goyle, or indeed most of the Slytherins. Just thinking that he had been just like them made him shiver.
He picked restlessly at the food on his plate, not really hungry. He ignored the chatter around him on the Slytherin table. What he really wanted to do was go to his room and plan what he was going to say to Ciara tomorrow.
