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Author's Notes: Yeah, sorry about the punctuation on those first two chapters. I think I know how to fix it. Thanks for the reviews! I'm glad you are enjoying it.
Chapter 3
"Miss. Hunkle may I have a word with you please?" Hermione motioned to the short, red head in the front row of her class.
"Yes, Mame?" Padmine Hunkle squeaked nervously as she approached her frightening Professor's desk.
"Well dear, by the looks of your latest exam you are falling behind in class. I know for a fact that you are capable of better; I have seen you perform superbly on past exams. Do you have any idea why your grades have been dropping?"
Padmine glanced back at her teacher with a nervous twitch.
After a pause, Hermione continued, "I am requesting that you stay after class for extra practice. I want you to perform to your potential, which you have shown several times already."
Padmine's twitching increased as she began to speak softly, "Professor…Professor, I'm afraid that will be impossible."
"Pardon me, dear?"
"I…I…said Professor that the extra practicing after class will not be possible. I'm sorry."
"Well my dear, I'm afraid that it will certainly be possible, you will make it possible."
"Um…well Mame, I'm afraid I have Quidditch until twilight starting directly after this class. Professor Weasley holds mandatory lessons on flying after regular school, just for Quidditch team members. He's threatened anyone who does not attend that they will be kicked off the team," Padmine's eyes lit up with fear at the thought of this idea. This is when Hermione noticed the dark circles under Padmine's eyes.
"Padmine, have you been sleeping well? You look exhausted."
"Well, I've been putting in extra studying at night because I don't have time after class. My workload is really piling up. You know, honestly Professor, I thought that the new, famous, flying coach would make life easier. Madame Hooch was always driving her flyers hard, but Professor Weasley does not compare to her at all. He seems extremely angry all the time and sometimes I think he keeps us longer just because of it. It's as if by driving us harder he is letting out his tension." Padmine's voice was growing in confidence as she continued, "And Professor, the way he threatens us is horrible. I'm scared to drop the quaffle because he might yell at me. I used to admire him, I was a huge fan of what he did for the Appleby Arrow's…"
"Yeah, he did amazing things for their defense," Hermione blurted. Then she suddenly sunk low into her chair, acting like it was a sin for her to know anything about what was happening in the world of profession Quidditch.
"Yeah," Padmine responded awkwardly, surprised by her nose-in-her-books teacher, "but now I'm almost sad to have admired him because of the way he treats us. It's as if we are pawns in his army of hate."
Hermione felt this comment was a little dramatic, but sympathized with her student, "What if I write you a note?" Hermione smiled.
"Umm…well, Professor Weasley will not accept notes, Professor. He said that if other teachers have problems with his teaching methods that they can approach him themselves. He also said that there would be no excuses accepted for missed practices. I just can't be kicked off the team, Professor. Please don't make me be kicked off!" Padmine pleaded frantically.
Hermione didn't know what she could do. Her professional side wanted to scream at this man for his unkindness toward his students and his non-academic attitude. Yet, the fan inside of her wanted to support him. When the second thought occurred to Hermione, she suddenly sprang out of her seat. "What am I thinking!" she exclaimed out loud, making the class jump.
"Professor! What's wrong?" a student screeched, dropping her book on the floor.
"Oh….OH…sorry dears, please continue with your work." Hermione lowered herself back into her chair quickly. She had to do something. She couldn't just let Ron get away with abusing her student's studying time. "Padmine, I'll take care of it. Don't worry, I'll be firm and you will still be on the Quidditch team when I'm done with him…I mean when I'm done speaking with Professor Wealsey."
"Umm…thanks Professor," Padmine hurried back to her seat, ready to cry by the thought that she was probably going to lose her spot on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.
As the classroom emptied at the end of the session, Hermione gathered her wits about her and headed out to the Quidditch field, feeling both confident and confused.
Author's Notes: Yeah, sorry about the punctuation on those first two chapters. I think I know how to fix it. Thanks for the reviews! I'm glad you are enjoying it.
Chapter 3
"Miss. Hunkle may I have a word with you please?" Hermione motioned to the short, red head in the front row of her class.
"Yes, Mame?" Padmine Hunkle squeaked nervously as she approached her frightening Professor's desk.
"Well dear, by the looks of your latest exam you are falling behind in class. I know for a fact that you are capable of better; I have seen you perform superbly on past exams. Do you have any idea why your grades have been dropping?"
Padmine glanced back at her teacher with a nervous twitch.
After a pause, Hermione continued, "I am requesting that you stay after class for extra practice. I want you to perform to your potential, which you have shown several times already."
Padmine's twitching increased as she began to speak softly, "Professor…Professor, I'm afraid that will be impossible."
"Pardon me, dear?"
"I…I…said Professor that the extra practicing after class will not be possible. I'm sorry."
"Well my dear, I'm afraid that it will certainly be possible, you will make it possible."
"Um…well Mame, I'm afraid I have Quidditch until twilight starting directly after this class. Professor Weasley holds mandatory lessons on flying after regular school, just for Quidditch team members. He's threatened anyone who does not attend that they will be kicked off the team," Padmine's eyes lit up with fear at the thought of this idea. This is when Hermione noticed the dark circles under Padmine's eyes.
"Padmine, have you been sleeping well? You look exhausted."
"Well, I've been putting in extra studying at night because I don't have time after class. My workload is really piling up. You know, honestly Professor, I thought that the new, famous, flying coach would make life easier. Madame Hooch was always driving her flyers hard, but Professor Weasley does not compare to her at all. He seems extremely angry all the time and sometimes I think he keeps us longer just because of it. It's as if by driving us harder he is letting out his tension." Padmine's voice was growing in confidence as she continued, "And Professor, the way he threatens us is horrible. I'm scared to drop the quaffle because he might yell at me. I used to admire him, I was a huge fan of what he did for the Appleby Arrow's…"
"Yeah, he did amazing things for their defense," Hermione blurted. Then she suddenly sunk low into her chair, acting like it was a sin for her to know anything about what was happening in the world of profession Quidditch.
"Yeah," Padmine responded awkwardly, surprised by her nose-in-her-books teacher, "but now I'm almost sad to have admired him because of the way he treats us. It's as if we are pawns in his army of hate."
Hermione felt this comment was a little dramatic, but sympathized with her student, "What if I write you a note?" Hermione smiled.
"Umm…well, Professor Weasley will not accept notes, Professor. He said that if other teachers have problems with his teaching methods that they can approach him themselves. He also said that there would be no excuses accepted for missed practices. I just can't be kicked off the team, Professor. Please don't make me be kicked off!" Padmine pleaded frantically.
Hermione didn't know what she could do. Her professional side wanted to scream at this man for his unkindness toward his students and his non-academic attitude. Yet, the fan inside of her wanted to support him. When the second thought occurred to Hermione, she suddenly sprang out of her seat. "What am I thinking!" she exclaimed out loud, making the class jump.
"Professor! What's wrong?" a student screeched, dropping her book on the floor.
"Oh….OH…sorry dears, please continue with your work." Hermione lowered herself back into her chair quickly. She had to do something. She couldn't just let Ron get away with abusing her student's studying time. "Padmine, I'll take care of it. Don't worry, I'll be firm and you will still be on the Quidditch team when I'm done with him…I mean when I'm done speaking with Professor Wealsey."
"Umm…thanks Professor," Padmine hurried back to her seat, ready to cry by the thought that she was probably going to lose her spot on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.
As the classroom emptied at the end of the session, Hermione gathered her wits about her and headed out to the Quidditch field, feeling both confident and confused.
