As the next month passed by, things for Miora were going well. She was slowly gaining popularity as a teacher, although nobody quite knew why. After all, they were only beginning to get used to her countless quirks. Well, most of them, at least. Her habit of addressing them all as "Dear", "Sweet", or "Darling" was tolerable. Her tendency to get terribly off- subject, and then pile on all the class work they didn't get done as homework was alright, since the off-subject class discussions turned out to be quite fun. Even the small things, like how she would hum some kind of muggle music, or space out while they worked were ok. But that one thing, the straw that broke the camel's back, was her grading system.

Most of the time, it was fine. It was now well known that she only read every other paper she received, so as long as it was on time and long enough, you would get a high mark on it. That is, if she happened to be in a good mood. But when she wasn't, everyone, EVERYONE, either failed or did extremely poorly.

"She can't do this!" cried Ron, walking out of class one day, holding his essay on the influence of the moon in defense of oneself against dragons, which he had failed. "Look! It's three inches LONGER than required! And I failed!"

"Calm down, Ron." Harry said. "It's just a bad grade. You get them anyway, not like it's going to hurt anything."

Ron stared at him in disbelief. "Oh, that's real nice, Harry."

Harry shrugged. "It's true. Besides, you can't fight with her. She's the teacher."

"She's a manic depressive, that's what she is. And you know who she takes it out on? US! The students."

"Stop trying to sound so political about it, Ron. If it's that big of a problem, I'll go talk to Dumbledore about it."

Harry immediately regretted saying this, because within ten minutes he found himself sitting inside Dumbledore's office.
"Hello, Harry." He said, smiling. "How are you doing today?"
"Good, professor." He replied, sounding distracted.
"Why did you come to talk with me? Is it about Siri- about your godfather?"
The mention of Sirius's name brought painful memories surging to back to Harry, memories that he had locked away in his brain, meaning never to bring them out again. He swallowed hard.
"No. It's about Professor Lafayette."
"Aah, Miora. Yes, continue." Harry saw the headmaster scan over him with his piercing blue eyes, as though making sure he was not lying. Harry found this extremely odd.
"Well, a lot of other students have been complaining about her."
"Have they? How so?" Harry also noticed ho stiflingly formal Dumbledore was acting. Was he somehow stepping on dangerous ground?
"Well, she's umm; she's failing a lot of people. But not because they deserve it. It seems like she's basing grades on her moods. Whenever she n a good mood, we get good grades. But whenever she's in a bad mood, we all get terrible grades. She's like a manic depressive or something."
Dumbledore nodded. "Oh. Well, I will attend to that as soon as I can. Thank you, Harry." Harry noticed that Dumbledore looked very relieved as he found out what the problem was. Harry was sure that this meant something.although he did not know what. He got up and left the office, off to potions.

Hehehe, my favorite chapter so far. Mustn't say why, I'll give a lot away. On to #5, then...