I know I changed people's years, but it's the authors touch ;). Enjoy!
***Chapter Four***
"She's so young!" Hermione gasped. "She's beautiful," Ron said dreamily. "She seems so nice; I can't wait for that class!" Harry was relieved. He was afraid of another Snape, basically because Snape hated him and he didn't need another person to add the list, looking at Malfoy. "I'm excited to learn about fairies though, there's not much known about them," Hermione was too busy thinking to eat. "We know what that means Hermione, you're going to spend all semester at the library," Ron rolled his eyes. "Well it's a very interesting subject, and we know nothing about it since we didn't know we were going to have this class. I need to re-read Hogwarts, A History. She seems really young. Also, did you notice her accent, it's not English, it's American." Hermione was so caught up in thoughts she got a headache, so decided to eat, then take it one step at a time.
"Look at that beauty, she can't be more than my age, I'll snag her before she gets in Potter's fan club and dates him," Malfoy looked angrily at Harry Potter as he talked to his best friends Crabbe and Goyle." Crabbe and Goyle gave Malfoy a thumbs up and gave him a hearty "Go for it."
There was one student who couldn't keep his eyes off her. Oliver Wood. He was going to be a sixth year this year, and he looked older than the teacher. But yet, she couldn't be much older/younger than me he thought. She was so beautiful with her blonde hair that swayed so perfectly when she walked. She talked so beautifully out of lip glossed lips that he yearned for. He realized that he was crushing on her badly, and he hadn't even met her. This was unusual for him. He was the Quidditch captain and spent most of his time going over plays and such. He had never really thought of girls, mainly just Quidditch. He had had girls ogle over him in the past, and was flattered since all of them were really pretty, but never set time away for them so could not date any of them. Between homework and Quidditch, there was no time for that. This year, that will change, I will get her and we will be perfect, Oliver thought, and was shooken by one of his buddies who said "Oliver, get off the moon and talk," so he joined them, but thoughts of Jocelyn lingered. "Man she's pretty, but she could just have an aging spell on, and besides even if she was our age, it's our teacher, you know guys?" his friend Steve voiced, and it brought his hopes down. He was still excited for his first day of class though.
"Hmmm I have fifth years for my first class," Jocelyn was talking to herself, and pointed her finger at the table where a pile of books appeared. They were beautiful books that Jocelyn had made herself. Beautiful printing inside and the outside had green leaves that were intertwined. They looked, felt, and smelt like real leaves, but in reality they weren't. She was very proud of herself, making lessons and books for eight years of classes. She didn't have a lunch break, and was able to have all eight years in a day, with classes twice a week. She had brought her wand to use, since wizards were accustomed to that. She felt odd, but she felt that she didn't want to ruin the surprise. She was very anxious, and finally students started pouring in. They all seemed just as excited as her, and she was ready to teach her very first class.
I'm writing more chapters now so check back later for updates. I feel like I'm rushing the story, and want it to be fuller, so I will add chapters at a time, but don't worry, I'll probably add a couple chapters a night. I hope you enjoy it so far, and send me feedback! Thanks!
***Chapter Four***
"She's so young!" Hermione gasped. "She's beautiful," Ron said dreamily. "She seems so nice; I can't wait for that class!" Harry was relieved. He was afraid of another Snape, basically because Snape hated him and he didn't need another person to add the list, looking at Malfoy. "I'm excited to learn about fairies though, there's not much known about them," Hermione was too busy thinking to eat. "We know what that means Hermione, you're going to spend all semester at the library," Ron rolled his eyes. "Well it's a very interesting subject, and we know nothing about it since we didn't know we were going to have this class. I need to re-read Hogwarts, A History. She seems really young. Also, did you notice her accent, it's not English, it's American." Hermione was so caught up in thoughts she got a headache, so decided to eat, then take it one step at a time.
"Look at that beauty, she can't be more than my age, I'll snag her before she gets in Potter's fan club and dates him," Malfoy looked angrily at Harry Potter as he talked to his best friends Crabbe and Goyle." Crabbe and Goyle gave Malfoy a thumbs up and gave him a hearty "Go for it."
There was one student who couldn't keep his eyes off her. Oliver Wood. He was going to be a sixth year this year, and he looked older than the teacher. But yet, she couldn't be much older/younger than me he thought. She was so beautiful with her blonde hair that swayed so perfectly when she walked. She talked so beautifully out of lip glossed lips that he yearned for. He realized that he was crushing on her badly, and he hadn't even met her. This was unusual for him. He was the Quidditch captain and spent most of his time going over plays and such. He had never really thought of girls, mainly just Quidditch. He had had girls ogle over him in the past, and was flattered since all of them were really pretty, but never set time away for them so could not date any of them. Between homework and Quidditch, there was no time for that. This year, that will change, I will get her and we will be perfect, Oliver thought, and was shooken by one of his buddies who said "Oliver, get off the moon and talk," so he joined them, but thoughts of Jocelyn lingered. "Man she's pretty, but she could just have an aging spell on, and besides even if she was our age, it's our teacher, you know guys?" his friend Steve voiced, and it brought his hopes down. He was still excited for his first day of class though.
"Hmmm I have fifth years for my first class," Jocelyn was talking to herself, and pointed her finger at the table where a pile of books appeared. They were beautiful books that Jocelyn had made herself. Beautiful printing inside and the outside had green leaves that were intertwined. They looked, felt, and smelt like real leaves, but in reality they weren't. She was very proud of herself, making lessons and books for eight years of classes. She didn't have a lunch break, and was able to have all eight years in a day, with classes twice a week. She had brought her wand to use, since wizards were accustomed to that. She felt odd, but she felt that she didn't want to ruin the surprise. She was very anxious, and finally students started pouring in. They all seemed just as excited as her, and she was ready to teach her very first class.
I'm writing more chapters now so check back later for updates. I feel like I'm rushing the story, and want it to be fuller, so I will add chapters at a time, but don't worry, I'll probably add a couple chapters a night. I hope you enjoy it so far, and send me feedback! Thanks!
