**Chapter Six**

I looked at my schedule. Just one more class, then I have a lesson plan/lunch. Oh well, I don't have lesson plans to make, or lunch to eat, so I think I'll do some wandering around. She also wanted to go to the enchanted forest Dumbledore had said that was there. He said that the students weren't allowed in it, but if I wanted, to beware of it, but I may go. I thought that I could go get pixies for tomorrow's lesson. Students started pouring in again, and I realized that they were Sixth years. Ugggh, they are all older than me. I guess I just won't have a question and answer session. I pointed my wand at the table and books with flowers all over them appeared on the table.

"Welcome students, my name is Miss Jocelyn, and I will be your teacher for the year. I hope that we can learn a lot, and also have fun. If we work hard in class, then we should have little homework, if any." I sounded confident, went I felt like I was below them because of their age. Straighten up Jocelyn; they are only a year older than you. I pointed my wand at the books and they were passed out to the students. I gave my speech about the flowers not being real, told them about their assignment, passed out the colored inks, and let them start. "You can all chat amongst yourselves, but I hope that you will be able to finish the assignment before the bell." No question and answer session for them. They probably all already knew, my age spread like wildfire, but just in case I wouldn't say anything.

I know, I'll make a different speech, just to fill up the gap. "This is my first year teaching, I hope I will be a good teacher, and if you have any comments or suggestions, feel free to talk to me. Also, if you have any trouble in this class, or need extra explaining or help with anything, feel free to come up and talk with me, I can schedule private help sessions that will work with both of our schedules." The students then went to work, chatted amongst themselves about everything and anything, until a small, mousy brown haired student named Amanda Groton asked, "Is it true that you are only fifteen? Because that would make you younger than us." She had a sort of snotty tone in her voice. "Yes, it's true, I'm not going to lie. But I will let you know that I am highly qualified, I've had all my schooling already, and it was Dumbledore who asked me to teach here. You will all learn a lot this year, and hopefully you'll take this class next year to learn even more. It's a wonderful subject, and don't just take my age into account until you see how well I teach. Then you can judge me." I didn't put one ounce of anger into my statements at all. But no one else asked any questions. But I noticed there was one boy who would stare at me every few seconds in between working.

He had brown hair, short enough that he didn't have to put any work into it. He had deep brown eyes, and had a confident look about his face. His arms were very muscular, he must play a sport I thought. He was pretty cute, but I don't think he has any interest in me. Not only am I his teacher, I'm younger than him. Besides, a cute boy like that probably had a girlfriend who he had been going out with forever. No he has no interest in me. I put the thought away and sat at the table reading the rest of my schedule. It wasn't going to be too bad. Besides, I could teach about fairies with my eyes closed, since of course I was one. After a while, students started turning in their books to the front. I think they were puzzled why the class was so easy, but it was the first day. The bell rang and I dismissed them, but Amanda said loudly, so that I would hear her, "I didn't know that this class would be coloring and baby stuff, but wait, look at the teacher." I was hurt.

A boy had stayed, slowly gathering his books, it seemed on purpose. It was that boy who had been staring at me. He turned his book in and reached out his hand. I shook it and he said, "Hi, my name is Oliver Wood. I'm really looking forward to this class." "Why thank you, I am looking forward to teaching you. I wish that Amanda could be as enthusiastic as you," I was flattered that he was going to like me teaching. "Don't worry about her, she's always been a brat. I wouldn't take anything that she says offensively. Well, I've got to get to my next class, but I wanted to formally meet you," his voice sounded like he was confident, but you could tell he was nervous. "Thank you for stopping to talk to me, I really appreciate it. Have a great day." I wanted him to know that his efforts were not in vein. He left the room, and I read his mind as he left (fairies can do that). He was thinking "I hope I didn't screw anything up, I really want to make a good impression for her." He does like me, as I realized I was falling for him. It was the way he talked, the way the sun made his eyes have that extra sparkle. Come on Jocelyn, pull yourself together, he's one of your students. Send reviews and I will update soon!