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Chapter 9 - Classes Just Keep Rolling Along
Monday had come and gone, but Tuesday was just around the corner. After going to breakfast, Flitwick led the first years to Professor Snape's class for their first Potions class. Not long after they had arrived did Hufflepuff first years show up too. Snape wasted no time.
"This is Potions. This is not Charms nor Transfigurations. You can all but put your wands away for the time you will be spending in here. Potions is an exact science and beautiful art. However, I have no doubt that Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw share these views. I expect no problems in this class. If I do," he said narrowing his eyes, "I can assure you that Professor Sprout, Professor Flitwick, and myself are very close friends indeed."
"Now then, I trust that you all brought your Potions supplies. Today we will be going over Potions basics, such as measuring and cutting and brewing. In a few weeks time this class will be ready to take on advanced potions."
The Potions class went by fairly easy and Snape gave them a fair amount of homework, but after Steven had given it a cursory look it seemed like it would go quickly. After they had finished lunch, Flitwick approached the table and took them off to Professor Quirrel's classroom.
Flitwick left them when Gryffindor began to arrive and Steven noticed an excited chatter from the Ravenclaw girls when a boy with rather untidy black hair walked in. Terry whispered to him, "That's Harry Potter, can't really ..."
But Terry didn't finish because Professor Quirrell walked into the classroom talking to himself. He noticed the class was there and started trying to welcome them. It came out rather differently. "W-w-w-welcome to Def-f-f-fense Against the Dark Arrrrts. I ammm Professsssor Q-q-quirrell."
Fred sighed and opened up his book to pacify his mind while Terry was absorbed by Quirrell's words. "Now, today we'll be discussing what the d-d-d-dark arts are." Steven tried to take notes, but couldn't really understand what was really said.
At the end of the excruciatingly long class, Quirrell apologized, "I'm dreadfully s-s-sorry about my speech imp-p-pediment. It should be better by next w-w-w-week."
Steven and Fred left the class chuckling while Terry was trying to tell them how improper that was. The two laughed it off and went to the Great Hall for dinner.
The day had ended and Steven was starting to wonder when he would get around to doing his homework when Victor answered that for him. "You know, tomorrow we have Astronomy. That's at midnight, isn't it?"
Steven looked at the piece of parchment that Flitwick had posted on the wall as a reminder, "Yes, that's right."
Victor continued, "I guess we'll have some time tomorrow afternoon to goof off."
"Or to do homework," Steven advised. "I think we'll have to visit the library to finish the Potions work."
The four of them quickly went to sleep, dreading the long day approaching.
After breakfast, Flitwick led them to Transfiguration. "I'm sure you all know Professor McGonagall from your first night here," Flitwick squeaked, looking at the cat on the desk. "If you'll all take your seats, I'm sure she'll show up not soon after Hufflepuff arrives."
They all took their seat and chatted among themselves about how they had all noticed that Flitwick liked them to be at class early. "Well, we are Ravenclaws. I think we're supposed to excel in the classroom, like Penelope said," Megan stated.
The Hufflepuffs walked in and took their seats and all of the students smiled and said their hellos to each other. This was the first class where they didn't see new faces. "I wonder where McGonagall is," said one of the Hufflepuff first years.
Suddenly, the cat jumped off of the desk towards the front desk and in mid flight, it changed. It had transformed, 'or transfigured' Steven thought, into Professor McGonagall.
"I'm right here, Justin," she said smiling, allowing the students to clap. "Welcome to Transfigurations. In here, we will be studying the ability to make things change, or transfigure, into something else. Now, take out your books and read chapter one on 'An Introduction to Transfiguration' and let me know when all of you are through."
It turned out that most of McGonagall class time was work. At the end of class, she assigned a large amount of homework and then said that next week they might begin to see how useful a wand really is.
Lunch came and went and the eight Ravenclaws found themselves in the common room trying to figure out what to do. "I'm telling you all that the homework is piling up," Victor said nervously.
"We're going to the library," said Mandy, as her and Lisa strolled out the common room door.
"I just remembered," Steven said surprised, "I haven't written my grandmother since I've gotten here. She's gonna kill me."
The others said the same of writing their parents as they all rushed into their rooms to get paper and pens. They all returned to the common room minutes later with Steven carrying Jasper on his shoulder. The girls crowded around him as they petted Jasper. "She's so pretty." "I love the green nose." "What's her name?" and all sorts of comments went flying around the room as Megan and Padma went on and on about the bird.
"Yeah, well I have a cat," Fred said rather jealously.
"And I'm sure she's so pretty itty bitty," said Victor, laughing.
"All right, you two. We get the picture," Padma said sitting down. "I haven't talked to my sister since I've been here."
"How exactly do we send our letters if we don't have owls?" asked Megan.
"There's an owlery for that occasion. I'll give you directions when you need them," Terry said.
The five of them wrote letters while Terry worked on his Potions. They all finished around the same time and stood to leave. Terry ripped off the corner of his paper and handed it to them. "Shouldn't be too hard to find."
They traipsed around the castle following Terry's directions. Steven had Jasper on his arm when her talons started digging into his arm and she started hooting. "What is it?" Steven asked.
Then, around a corner, the caretaker, Mr. Filch came strolling. "Now what are five first years doing around the castle during class time. I think we should see," he looked at the Ravenclaw shield on their robes, "Professor Flitwick for this."
"We don't have class right now, Mr. Filch," Fred said, "we have Astronomy tonight."
Filch sneered, "Alright then, what are you doing wandering around the castle?"
"Trying to find the owlery," Steven said.
"You've got an owl right there," Filch said, trying to trap them into something.
"But we need four others. Can you tell us if we're going the right way?" Padma asked.
"Yes. Yes. Straight up ahead. Take the stairs all the way up," Filch said, stepping past them, yelling at two red-haired boys who had just jumped in through a window.
Chapter 9 - Classes Just Keep Rolling Along
Monday had come and gone, but Tuesday was just around the corner. After going to breakfast, Flitwick led the first years to Professor Snape's class for their first Potions class. Not long after they had arrived did Hufflepuff first years show up too. Snape wasted no time.
"This is Potions. This is not Charms nor Transfigurations. You can all but put your wands away for the time you will be spending in here. Potions is an exact science and beautiful art. However, I have no doubt that Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw share these views. I expect no problems in this class. If I do," he said narrowing his eyes, "I can assure you that Professor Sprout, Professor Flitwick, and myself are very close friends indeed."
"Now then, I trust that you all brought your Potions supplies. Today we will be going over Potions basics, such as measuring and cutting and brewing. In a few weeks time this class will be ready to take on advanced potions."
The Potions class went by fairly easy and Snape gave them a fair amount of homework, but after Steven had given it a cursory look it seemed like it would go quickly. After they had finished lunch, Flitwick approached the table and took them off to Professor Quirrel's classroom.
Flitwick left them when Gryffindor began to arrive and Steven noticed an excited chatter from the Ravenclaw girls when a boy with rather untidy black hair walked in. Terry whispered to him, "That's Harry Potter, can't really ..."
But Terry didn't finish because Professor Quirrell walked into the classroom talking to himself. He noticed the class was there and started trying to welcome them. It came out rather differently. "W-w-w-welcome to Def-f-f-fense Against the Dark Arrrrts. I ammm Professsssor Q-q-quirrell."
Fred sighed and opened up his book to pacify his mind while Terry was absorbed by Quirrell's words. "Now, today we'll be discussing what the d-d-d-dark arts are." Steven tried to take notes, but couldn't really understand what was really said.
At the end of the excruciatingly long class, Quirrell apologized, "I'm dreadfully s-s-sorry about my speech imp-p-pediment. It should be better by next w-w-w-week."
Steven and Fred left the class chuckling while Terry was trying to tell them how improper that was. The two laughed it off and went to the Great Hall for dinner.
The day had ended and Steven was starting to wonder when he would get around to doing his homework when Victor answered that for him. "You know, tomorrow we have Astronomy. That's at midnight, isn't it?"
Steven looked at the piece of parchment that Flitwick had posted on the wall as a reminder, "Yes, that's right."
Victor continued, "I guess we'll have some time tomorrow afternoon to goof off."
"Or to do homework," Steven advised. "I think we'll have to visit the library to finish the Potions work."
The four of them quickly went to sleep, dreading the long day approaching.
After breakfast, Flitwick led them to Transfiguration. "I'm sure you all know Professor McGonagall from your first night here," Flitwick squeaked, looking at the cat on the desk. "If you'll all take your seats, I'm sure she'll show up not soon after Hufflepuff arrives."
They all took their seat and chatted among themselves about how they had all noticed that Flitwick liked them to be at class early. "Well, we are Ravenclaws. I think we're supposed to excel in the classroom, like Penelope said," Megan stated.
The Hufflepuffs walked in and took their seats and all of the students smiled and said their hellos to each other. This was the first class where they didn't see new faces. "I wonder where McGonagall is," said one of the Hufflepuff first years.
Suddenly, the cat jumped off of the desk towards the front desk and in mid flight, it changed. It had transformed, 'or transfigured' Steven thought, into Professor McGonagall.
"I'm right here, Justin," she said smiling, allowing the students to clap. "Welcome to Transfigurations. In here, we will be studying the ability to make things change, or transfigure, into something else. Now, take out your books and read chapter one on 'An Introduction to Transfiguration' and let me know when all of you are through."
It turned out that most of McGonagall class time was work. At the end of class, she assigned a large amount of homework and then said that next week they might begin to see how useful a wand really is.
Lunch came and went and the eight Ravenclaws found themselves in the common room trying to figure out what to do. "I'm telling you all that the homework is piling up," Victor said nervously.
"We're going to the library," said Mandy, as her and Lisa strolled out the common room door.
"I just remembered," Steven said surprised, "I haven't written my grandmother since I've gotten here. She's gonna kill me."
The others said the same of writing their parents as they all rushed into their rooms to get paper and pens. They all returned to the common room minutes later with Steven carrying Jasper on his shoulder. The girls crowded around him as they petted Jasper. "She's so pretty." "I love the green nose." "What's her name?" and all sorts of comments went flying around the room as Megan and Padma went on and on about the bird.
"Yeah, well I have a cat," Fred said rather jealously.
"And I'm sure she's so pretty itty bitty," said Victor, laughing.
"All right, you two. We get the picture," Padma said sitting down. "I haven't talked to my sister since I've been here."
"How exactly do we send our letters if we don't have owls?" asked Megan.
"There's an owlery for that occasion. I'll give you directions when you need them," Terry said.
The five of them wrote letters while Terry worked on his Potions. They all finished around the same time and stood to leave. Terry ripped off the corner of his paper and handed it to them. "Shouldn't be too hard to find."
They traipsed around the castle following Terry's directions. Steven had Jasper on his arm when her talons started digging into his arm and she started hooting. "What is it?" Steven asked.
Then, around a corner, the caretaker, Mr. Filch came strolling. "Now what are five first years doing around the castle during class time. I think we should see," he looked at the Ravenclaw shield on their robes, "Professor Flitwick for this."
"We don't have class right now, Mr. Filch," Fred said, "we have Astronomy tonight."
Filch sneered, "Alright then, what are you doing wandering around the castle?"
"Trying to find the owlery," Steven said.
"You've got an owl right there," Filch said, trying to trap them into something.
"But we need four others. Can you tell us if we're going the right way?" Padma asked.
"Yes. Yes. Straight up ahead. Take the stairs all the way up," Filch said, stepping past them, yelling at two red-haired boys who had just jumped in through a window.
