A new teacher
"C'mon Ron," shouted Harry down the corridor, "We're going to be late."
"I wish he'd hurry up," sniffed Hermione, glaring at Ron through the corner of her eyes, "He's been acting rather oddly recently."
"You reckon so?" asked Harry innocently.
"Oh Harry!" sighed Hermione, exasperated, "You know I know you know what it is, so tell me!"
"He just.", began Harry, "We just."
"Alright guys?" said Ron, catching the pair up, "What've you nutters been nattering about then?"
"Nothing!" said Hermione and Harry simultaneously.
"Right.", mouthed Ron, frowning.
"So," squeaked Hermione in a falsely bright voice after a few moments of silence, "We best be hurrying along, History of Magic starts in a couple of minutes and we want to get the best seats!"
Ron rolled his eyes at Harry as they ran to keep up with Hermione who was striding down the passageway at such a pace she would've been likely to outstrip a racing car. The turned a sharp right and found themselves by the usual old door that lead into Professor Binns' classroom. They were the first ones there ("It's cos nobody else is a crazy to be excited about such a mind-numbingly boring subject," Ron had said) and they began a queue outside the classroom.
"I'm really not looking forward to this lesson," sighed Hermione giving Ron and Harry meaningful looks.
"What?" exclaimed Ron, "You mean you've finally realised that History of Magic is too dull to be bothered with?"
"Ron!" screeched Hermione, "History of Magic is the key to the understanding of the wizarding world and how we came to be in the places we are now. It's also the factor that is a basis for."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," yawned Ron, a nondescript expression on his face.
"So why are you not looking forward to this lesson?" asked Harry, trying to break up the usual bickering.
"Honestly!" squealed Hermione, indignant, "Don't either of you read the footnotes on your timetables?"
"No."
"We have footnotes on our timetables?"
"Yes, we do!" snapped Hermione at Ron who looked sheepishly back at her, "And if either of you paid any attention whatsoever, which I doubt you ever will," Hermione pulled a stern face, an exact replica of Professor McGonagall, "You would've noticed that we no longer have History of Magic with the Ravenclaws."
"Oh great," sighed Ron sadly, "They've stuck us with Hufflepuff. Again."
"Well actually." began Hermione but she didn't need to go any further because a cold drawl of a voice spoke up from behind the three.
"Ah look, the mudblood, potty and the weasel."
Harry spun round. "YOU?"
"Me, yes, well done potty your eyesight is improving! Perhaps you can get yourself some decent glasses instead of those bike tyres you have round your eyes. You really should've gone to Specsavers!" Draco Malfoy stood there, rude, malicious and still as blonde as ever.
"Eh?" asked Ron, "Specsavers? What's that meant to mean?"
"Malfoy grow up!" spluttered Hermione, stomping up to Malfoy, "At least Harry doesn't have to rely on immature muggle jokes just to get a laugh from a pair of blundering baboons!" She indicated to Crabbe and Goyle who were standing beside Malfoy and had been sniggering for the past five minutes.
"I'd watch your mouth if I was you, mudblood," cried Malfoy callously, "My fathers pretty powerful. Your parents are muggles aren't they?"
Hermione quivered. Harry rushed forward pulling his wand out of his robe pocket. Just as he was going to hit Malfoy with as powerful a curse as he could muster, a voice called from inside the classroom.
"Zer will be none of zat pleeease. Come in all of you."
"What?!" screamed Hermione.
Ron's ears turned a violent shade of pink he and grinned at Harry. They entered the class room. Sitting on a desk was a teacher, and this teacher was definitely NOT Professor Binns!
"Eugh!" whispered Hermione to Harry as they filed towards their desks, "So this is what you and Ron didn't tell me! What is she doing here?"
"Don't tell me you're that slow to catch on Hermione!" smiled Harry cheekily.
"But, but..", stammered Hermione, "Professor Binns he."
"Quieten down pleeease children!" said the teacher.
"Ugh, children are we?" whispered Parvati Patil to Lavender who had vacated the seat next to her.
"Excuse me?" asked the teacher, frowning at Parvati, "I am afraid I don't know your name? If you would pleeease enlighten me?"
"It's Parvati!", she snarled back confidently, "Parvati Patil!"
"Parvati Patil what?"
"Just Parvati Patil!"
"No, no, no!", sighed the teacher, "When I ask you a question I expect to 'ear you address me formally as your teacher! Now try again Miss Patil. What is your name?"
"Parvati Patil!"
"What did I just tell you Parvati?"
"Ok, ok!" sighed Parvati, pulling a grotesque face, "Parvati Patil, Miss Delacour!"
"C'mon Ron," shouted Harry down the corridor, "We're going to be late."
"I wish he'd hurry up," sniffed Hermione, glaring at Ron through the corner of her eyes, "He's been acting rather oddly recently."
"You reckon so?" asked Harry innocently.
"Oh Harry!" sighed Hermione, exasperated, "You know I know you know what it is, so tell me!"
"He just.", began Harry, "We just."
"Alright guys?" said Ron, catching the pair up, "What've you nutters been nattering about then?"
"Nothing!" said Hermione and Harry simultaneously.
"Right.", mouthed Ron, frowning.
"So," squeaked Hermione in a falsely bright voice after a few moments of silence, "We best be hurrying along, History of Magic starts in a couple of minutes and we want to get the best seats!"
Ron rolled his eyes at Harry as they ran to keep up with Hermione who was striding down the passageway at such a pace she would've been likely to outstrip a racing car. The turned a sharp right and found themselves by the usual old door that lead into Professor Binns' classroom. They were the first ones there ("It's cos nobody else is a crazy to be excited about such a mind-numbingly boring subject," Ron had said) and they began a queue outside the classroom.
"I'm really not looking forward to this lesson," sighed Hermione giving Ron and Harry meaningful looks.
"What?" exclaimed Ron, "You mean you've finally realised that History of Magic is too dull to be bothered with?"
"Ron!" screeched Hermione, "History of Magic is the key to the understanding of the wizarding world and how we came to be in the places we are now. It's also the factor that is a basis for."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," yawned Ron, a nondescript expression on his face.
"So why are you not looking forward to this lesson?" asked Harry, trying to break up the usual bickering.
"Honestly!" squealed Hermione, indignant, "Don't either of you read the footnotes on your timetables?"
"No."
"We have footnotes on our timetables?"
"Yes, we do!" snapped Hermione at Ron who looked sheepishly back at her, "And if either of you paid any attention whatsoever, which I doubt you ever will," Hermione pulled a stern face, an exact replica of Professor McGonagall, "You would've noticed that we no longer have History of Magic with the Ravenclaws."
"Oh great," sighed Ron sadly, "They've stuck us with Hufflepuff. Again."
"Well actually." began Hermione but she didn't need to go any further because a cold drawl of a voice spoke up from behind the three.
"Ah look, the mudblood, potty and the weasel."
Harry spun round. "YOU?"
"Me, yes, well done potty your eyesight is improving! Perhaps you can get yourself some decent glasses instead of those bike tyres you have round your eyes. You really should've gone to Specsavers!" Draco Malfoy stood there, rude, malicious and still as blonde as ever.
"Eh?" asked Ron, "Specsavers? What's that meant to mean?"
"Malfoy grow up!" spluttered Hermione, stomping up to Malfoy, "At least Harry doesn't have to rely on immature muggle jokes just to get a laugh from a pair of blundering baboons!" She indicated to Crabbe and Goyle who were standing beside Malfoy and had been sniggering for the past five minutes.
"I'd watch your mouth if I was you, mudblood," cried Malfoy callously, "My fathers pretty powerful. Your parents are muggles aren't they?"
Hermione quivered. Harry rushed forward pulling his wand out of his robe pocket. Just as he was going to hit Malfoy with as powerful a curse as he could muster, a voice called from inside the classroom.
"Zer will be none of zat pleeease. Come in all of you."
"What?!" screamed Hermione.
Ron's ears turned a violent shade of pink he and grinned at Harry. They entered the class room. Sitting on a desk was a teacher, and this teacher was definitely NOT Professor Binns!
"Eugh!" whispered Hermione to Harry as they filed towards their desks, "So this is what you and Ron didn't tell me! What is she doing here?"
"Don't tell me you're that slow to catch on Hermione!" smiled Harry cheekily.
"But, but..", stammered Hermione, "Professor Binns he."
"Quieten down pleeease children!" said the teacher.
"Ugh, children are we?" whispered Parvati Patil to Lavender who had vacated the seat next to her.
"Excuse me?" asked the teacher, frowning at Parvati, "I am afraid I don't know your name? If you would pleeease enlighten me?"
"It's Parvati!", she snarled back confidently, "Parvati Patil!"
"Parvati Patil what?"
"Just Parvati Patil!"
"No, no, no!", sighed the teacher, "When I ask you a question I expect to 'ear you address me formally as your teacher! Now try again Miss Patil. What is your name?"
"Parvati Patil!"
"What did I just tell you Parvati?"
"Ok, ok!" sighed Parvati, pulling a grotesque face, "Parvati Patil, Miss Delacour!"
