Azura: The Black Mage Girl
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Chapter 6- Not the Best Start
The next morning Azura wakes, hoping from her bed to dress and hurries down to breakfast with the rest of the Ravenclaws. There is no attempts of conversation, as kids groggy from a night of restless sleep are left just enough sense for the morning to put on clothing properly. Only once huddled around the Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall, and sausages and hotcakes consumed does life stir back within the students.
George and Fred suddenly appear at Azura's sides, drawing curious looks from the other students at the table.
"Good morning beautiful!" blurts George into Azura's ear, making her leap in surprise and drop her fork. All three go into a few seconds of snickers.
"What happened to you last night, we didn't see you at the sorting." Fred finaly asks.
"Yhea.. Eh, I wandered off a bit. Got lost." Azura answers.
Fred half laughs, "Just got here and your already getting into mischief? Your a girl after our own hearts!"
"No, no It's not like that.. It was an accident, I swear. It wouldn't have been so bad if that ghost hadn't lead me so deep into the school dungeons!" snaps Azura, as she's revisited by some of the anger from last night.
George raises an eyebrow slightly, and asks "Peeves right?"
"Yes! That's what he called himself, the stupid ass." Azura snaps loudly, which draws snickers from some students and stern looks for others.
"Actually in a lot of ways he's really brilliant. Keeps up with the trouble making here around the school when me and Fred are being lax." George responds.
"Yhea but now we have a new partner in trouble!" Fred states boisterously, then him and George head off to the Gryffindor table laughing.
Azura goes to call after the pair, to tell them off for making her seem like a troublemaker but a small voice, working hard to rise about the others in the hall, interjects before she can get a word out. She turns her attention toward the source, a very small wizard, with a kind look and happy smile.
"If I could get everyone's attention please. For those of you who don't know, I am Professor Flitwick, head of house Ravenclaw." Flitwick calls above the crowd of silenced students, donning their new blue and white banded ties. "This," he states, motioning to a ghost at his side, "Is the Gray Lady, resident ghost of house Ravenclaw."
The ghost doesn't speak, but nods her head and smiles. Even through her smile, she looks oddly mournful, with cold eyes and her grayish coloration quite unlike the other ghosts of Hogwarts. Her long, wavy hair frames her transparent face where it's evident she was very beautiful in life, like out of painting in her Victorian style dress.
"Penelope is passing out schedules," Flitwick continues "please take note of your classes and if you have any questions please ask either Elton, Penelope or myself."
Azura looks her schedule, noticing that some classes are held one day but not another and that some of the classes double up with another house. First off for the morning is Potions with Gryffindors. She is still going over it all in her head, when suddenly she's interrupted by the sound of dozens of owls pouring in from unseen windows above, descending from the enchanted blue sky overhead. One amongst the bunch, a great gray owl swoops over the table then lands gracefully on Azura risen arm, a letter clutched in it's beak.
"Thank you much Dusky." Azura says as she caresses the owl's underside, which it seems to like very much. With a content hoot, it lifts back into the air rejoining the masses now leaving the Great Hall."
Azura unfolds the letter from her mother reading,
Dearest Azura,
I hope this finds you well, and your getting adjusted to
Hogwarts alright. Things are okay here at home, Scarlett
is visiting tommorrow, it'll be good to see her. I miss
you so much darling, wish you where coming too.
Anyway, I just wanted to wish you the best for the first
semester and apologize for not being able to come to
England to see you off. I've just been so busy, and not
feeling to well on top of that. Scarlett says she has
something for me, but was very hush hush about it.
Well darling, I've got some things to do so I'll let you
be on your way now. Have a great time, work hard and do
your very best Azura. Hogwarts is a fine school, you
deserve nothing less than the best.
Love you dearly,
Mom.
Smiling Azura refolds the note and tucks into her robe. Soon she's joined the marching collumn of chattering Ravenclaws and Gryffindors down into the dungeon levels of Hogwarts.
"Rotten luck this is," George suddenly says from Azura's left rear side, "Snape first thing in the morning."
"At least the company is good." comments Fred as he points out Azura in front of them. "Hold up there will you?"
Although still a little annoyed, Azura slows her pace. "You know, it wasn't very nice what you did back there, really made me look bad," she says when the twins come up on her sides, "Don't appreciate it very much."
"Oh that?" responds George, "Don't think anything of it, we've gotten into loads of trouble and nobody thinks less of us for it. Accept for teachers of course but if it didn't bother them it wouldn't be much fun now would it?"
Azura sighs, "Whatever." flatly. After another short set of stairs, the uncomfortable silence starts to bother her so she says, "Potions should be an alright class. I've always had interest in the subject, but I'm really not much good at it. In fact I'm terrible."
"Oh, the class would be fine if not for the Professor that teaches it here. A horrible sort of man, and most annoyingly one very hard to get anything over on." responds Fred much to George's agreement.
As the class files in and takes their seats, a thin man with slick black hair and unpleasant scowl appears from an office in the back with the look and silence of a shadow in his black robe. His first order of business is setting the Weasly twins, who had taken seats together at one of the tables, into opposite sides of the classroom.
"Ravenclaws and Gryffindors," the man starts, "You all know who I am and I unfortunately know each of you," he starts, before his eyes meet Azura's, "or, perhaps not. A new student?"
Azura hesitates a moment, not so sure tha was a question which apparently irritates Snape.
"Speak up girl, do you have a name or should I make one up for you?" he hisses icily.
"Shalstone sir, Azura Shalstone."
From the twitch of his eyelid, Azura is sure he recognizes the Shalstone name, but much to her relief his features soften slightly and he turns his attention away from her, simply replying "Indeed."
The first of class goes well, as Snape asks a series of review questions to test their memories, some of which Azura herself answers. Comfortable times are few and far between in Snape's class however and just as Azura thinks he might not be as terrible as his reputation makes him out to be, she sees just how cruel he can be.
"What is the primary use of fire salamander tongue?" Snape asks.
Lee Jordan, a black boy in tight dreadlocks and good friend of the Weasly twins raises his hand, and answers "It's the main ingredient in a Warming Potion." as Snape nods his way.
"Incorrect," Snape says coldly "powder shell of firecrab is used for a Warming Potion, while the tongue of a fire salamander is use for a Potion of Fire Resistance." He hesitates for a moment, then adds "That will be 5 points from Gryffindor."
Azura thought for a moment, had he just taken house points for answering a question wrong? Two Ravenclaw already had given wrong answers, and no points had been take from either of them, Lee was just the first Gryffindor to answer incorrectly. Azura isn't aware of the look of disgust on her face as she gawks at Snape a bit taken back, but he notices all to clearly as his eyes flit across the room and meet hers.
"Something the matter, Shalstone?" he asks in a low, dark tone.
Azura realized she was on the spot and couldn't back down so she replies "I just, well Professor. Taking points from a whole house for a incorrect question is a bit harsh isn't it?" Azura doesn't notice either Fred or George, who where franticly gesturing for her to be quite. She adds, "And others have gotten wrong answers, you didn't take points from them sir."
Snape's eyes narrow into slits as he scowls angrily. "Are you so stupid girl, that you're presuming to question what I do in my OWN classroom?"
Normally Azura would have backed down, but he had just called her stupid. "Come on, insulting isn't going to make the matter any better. I'm not meaning to undermine you or anything it's just I don't see-"
"Shut up girl!" Snape snaps, cutting Azura off. His voice quivering with rage, he continues "When you are in my classroom you will never, ever question my authority or my judgments, do you understand Miss Shalstone?"
Azura, biting back her own anger simply answers, "Understood..."
Snape's lip curls into a sneer, as he says "10 points from Ravenclaw, and an additional 5 for each question previously answered incorrectly, compliments of Miss Shalstone."
"What?!" Azura shouts before thinking, but instantly regrets it.
"Detention, Shalstone. Perhaps you'll learn how foolish it is to try and play little miss rebel in my class."
That word hits Azura like a sledge hammer to the stomach, "Detention". In her first class, of her first day of her first time at Hogwarts she had gotten detention. George and Fred patting her on the back and informing her that had to be some kind of school record on the way to Herbology certainly doesn't help, as they veer off toward their own next class.
Ravenclaws it would seem would be attending their third year Herbology class with house Hufflepuff. As Azura slid into greenhouse three amongst some of most unusual plants she'd ever seen. Several of the Hufflepuff boys smiled at her, which was a relief since the Ravenclaws where treating her like a cold they didn't want to catch. What a wonderful start she was off, she thinks to herself missing the first bit of the Herbology Teacher, Mrs. Sprout giving her welcoming speech.
"Alright class, I thought we'd get straight away into things this year." Sprout says, bringing the class to business. "Repotting Mandrakes, though the second year Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors have done a fine job at taking care of most of them. Now, can anyone tell me what Mandrakes are used for?"
Azura raises her hand along with a few others, and is called on. "Paralys and petrifaction restoration." she answers half heartedly.
"Correct, and can you tell me the another name for the mandrake?"
"Yhea, Mandragora." Azura answers.
"Correct again, now can you tell me why they are dangerous?" Sprout asks, smiling at Azura which makes her feel a little better. Apparently, she had noticed Azura's somber mood and felt she knew about mandrakes well so this would be good for her confidence.
"Well, their scream can kill anyone who hears it." Azura answers, smiling a little back.
"Perfect, 5 points to Ravenclaw." pipes Sprout happily.
Azura can't help but feel a little better, though she can't forget that 5 points wasn't much compared to what she'd lost so far. It seemed to mean something to her fellow Ravenclaws, as they warm up to her afterward.
As everyone rushes to get a pair of headphones, Azura fastens the fluffy pink pair over her ears, disregarding that the other kids where avoiding them. As Sprout had instructed, they pluck the mandrakes up by the base of the leaves, but since there are so few left they had be put into groups of three. Azura is with an Asian Ravenclaw girl, and a portly Hufflepuff boy. Once the mandrake is unpotted, it's handed to Azura who is supposed to hold it until the boy readies the larger pot for it.
Azura looks down at the plant, but it's quite unlike any plant she's ever seen. It's like a small, yet very ugly baby, it's wide mouth opened in a silent cry. She can't help but feel sympathy for it, it just looked so close to a human baby. Carefully, she rest an arm underneath and it cradles it gently rocking it back and fourth. Nobody seems to notice, as Azura starts to hum to it, a song her mother use to hum to her when she was a child. Before she realizes it, her two partners are gapping at her, as well as Professor Sprout. The mandrake has closed it's mouth, and it's eyes.
It's not long, before all the mandrakes are repotted and the earphones come off, the other students start questioning Azura but Sprout silences them all to ask the same question.
"Miss Shalstone, how ever did you manage that?"
"Well, it looked like a baby. My mind was kind'a wandering, so I just treated it like a baby." Azura replies sheepishly.
"I don't think, in centuries of herbology anyone has ever thought to try that." starts Sprout, then adds "I know I've never heard of it, it's likely completely unprecedented. Incredible, calming a crying Mandrake. Twentyfive points to house Ravenclaw, if you'll give me permission to report this to the Sorcerers' Biological Institute."
Azura is more than glad to accept, and as it would seem since she discovered the method it was legally her's by right with many witnesses.
The rest of Herbology is great, as is her Charms class with her house professor Flitwick. Azura is well up to pare during the whole of the review from last year. The lunch bell is a pleasant sound despite the her liking the Charms class, because her stomach is growling like an aggravated dragon.
As she takes her seat, many of her fellow house members smile and introduce themselves, after all she had earned back all the points she had lost in Potions. The Asian girl from Herbology suddenly sits next to Azura, and smiles over at her brightly.
"Hi there, Azura? I'm Cho Chang, from Herbology." She says happily.
"Hey there, I remember you of course. Sorry I slowed us down." Azura replies.
"Not much, what you did was really great and you got back the points that awful Snape took from you." Cho says, smiling.
"He's really that terrible all the time?" Azura asks.
Cho answers, "Defiantly, he's positively awful to everyone but Slitherins, and he bullies Gryffindors more than anyone. What you did was really brave but something like that's just going to make matters worse, make him mad and he just gets nastier."
Azura nods, and says with a crocked smile "Yhea, probably got some issues from his childhood. Feels like he's getting back for it all by intimidating children now, pretty sad since he's an adult."
The two both snigger, and spend the rest of lunch talking as they eat. They head to transfiguration next, the class goes well and Azura can't help but instantly like McGonagall's strict yet fair attitude, certain that if she was a Hogwarts Professor she'd be a lot like her.
A new friend does Azura lots of good, introducing her to other Ravenclaws and making her feel more welcomed all around. As they walk into the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class however, a hush silence falls over the group of students. The room is a total disaster, books and quills, scrolls and chairs strewn all over like a localized tornado had torn through the place. Ink splatters everywhere, tables turned over, ripped paper littering the floor it looks more like a dump site than a classroom. A well dressed wizard trying to fix his slightly dishelved, wavy blonde hair in a large round mirror sits behind the teachers desk, surrounded by fallen pictures of himself. All the him's in the posters duck out of site when they notice the class but the real man is so busy trying to freshen himself up he doesn't seem to notice the several Ravenclaws standing just inside his doorway.
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Chapter 6- Not the Best Start
The next morning Azura wakes, hoping from her bed to dress and hurries down to breakfast with the rest of the Ravenclaws. There is no attempts of conversation, as kids groggy from a night of restless sleep are left just enough sense for the morning to put on clothing properly. Only once huddled around the Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall, and sausages and hotcakes consumed does life stir back within the students.
George and Fred suddenly appear at Azura's sides, drawing curious looks from the other students at the table.
"Good morning beautiful!" blurts George into Azura's ear, making her leap in surprise and drop her fork. All three go into a few seconds of snickers.
"What happened to you last night, we didn't see you at the sorting." Fred finaly asks.
"Yhea.. Eh, I wandered off a bit. Got lost." Azura answers.
Fred half laughs, "Just got here and your already getting into mischief? Your a girl after our own hearts!"
"No, no It's not like that.. It was an accident, I swear. It wouldn't have been so bad if that ghost hadn't lead me so deep into the school dungeons!" snaps Azura, as she's revisited by some of the anger from last night.
George raises an eyebrow slightly, and asks "Peeves right?"
"Yes! That's what he called himself, the stupid ass." Azura snaps loudly, which draws snickers from some students and stern looks for others.
"Actually in a lot of ways he's really brilliant. Keeps up with the trouble making here around the school when me and Fred are being lax." George responds.
"Yhea but now we have a new partner in trouble!" Fred states boisterously, then him and George head off to the Gryffindor table laughing.
Azura goes to call after the pair, to tell them off for making her seem like a troublemaker but a small voice, working hard to rise about the others in the hall, interjects before she can get a word out. She turns her attention toward the source, a very small wizard, with a kind look and happy smile.
"If I could get everyone's attention please. For those of you who don't know, I am Professor Flitwick, head of house Ravenclaw." Flitwick calls above the crowd of silenced students, donning their new blue and white banded ties. "This," he states, motioning to a ghost at his side, "Is the Gray Lady, resident ghost of house Ravenclaw."
The ghost doesn't speak, but nods her head and smiles. Even through her smile, she looks oddly mournful, with cold eyes and her grayish coloration quite unlike the other ghosts of Hogwarts. Her long, wavy hair frames her transparent face where it's evident she was very beautiful in life, like out of painting in her Victorian style dress.
"Penelope is passing out schedules," Flitwick continues "please take note of your classes and if you have any questions please ask either Elton, Penelope or myself."
Azura looks her schedule, noticing that some classes are held one day but not another and that some of the classes double up with another house. First off for the morning is Potions with Gryffindors. She is still going over it all in her head, when suddenly she's interrupted by the sound of dozens of owls pouring in from unseen windows above, descending from the enchanted blue sky overhead. One amongst the bunch, a great gray owl swoops over the table then lands gracefully on Azura risen arm, a letter clutched in it's beak.
"Thank you much Dusky." Azura says as she caresses the owl's underside, which it seems to like very much. With a content hoot, it lifts back into the air rejoining the masses now leaving the Great Hall."
Azura unfolds the letter from her mother reading,
Dearest Azura,
I hope this finds you well, and your getting adjusted to
Hogwarts alright. Things are okay here at home, Scarlett
is visiting tommorrow, it'll be good to see her. I miss
you so much darling, wish you where coming too.
Anyway, I just wanted to wish you the best for the first
semester and apologize for not being able to come to
England to see you off. I've just been so busy, and not
feeling to well on top of that. Scarlett says she has
something for me, but was very hush hush about it.
Well darling, I've got some things to do so I'll let you
be on your way now. Have a great time, work hard and do
your very best Azura. Hogwarts is a fine school, you
deserve nothing less than the best.
Love you dearly,
Mom.
Smiling Azura refolds the note and tucks into her robe. Soon she's joined the marching collumn of chattering Ravenclaws and Gryffindors down into the dungeon levels of Hogwarts.
"Rotten luck this is," George suddenly says from Azura's left rear side, "Snape first thing in the morning."
"At least the company is good." comments Fred as he points out Azura in front of them. "Hold up there will you?"
Although still a little annoyed, Azura slows her pace. "You know, it wasn't very nice what you did back there, really made me look bad," she says when the twins come up on her sides, "Don't appreciate it very much."
"Oh that?" responds George, "Don't think anything of it, we've gotten into loads of trouble and nobody thinks less of us for it. Accept for teachers of course but if it didn't bother them it wouldn't be much fun now would it?"
Azura sighs, "Whatever." flatly. After another short set of stairs, the uncomfortable silence starts to bother her so she says, "Potions should be an alright class. I've always had interest in the subject, but I'm really not much good at it. In fact I'm terrible."
"Oh, the class would be fine if not for the Professor that teaches it here. A horrible sort of man, and most annoyingly one very hard to get anything over on." responds Fred much to George's agreement.
As the class files in and takes their seats, a thin man with slick black hair and unpleasant scowl appears from an office in the back with the look and silence of a shadow in his black robe. His first order of business is setting the Weasly twins, who had taken seats together at one of the tables, into opposite sides of the classroom.
"Ravenclaws and Gryffindors," the man starts, "You all know who I am and I unfortunately know each of you," he starts, before his eyes meet Azura's, "or, perhaps not. A new student?"
Azura hesitates a moment, not so sure tha was a question which apparently irritates Snape.
"Speak up girl, do you have a name or should I make one up for you?" he hisses icily.
"Shalstone sir, Azura Shalstone."
From the twitch of his eyelid, Azura is sure he recognizes the Shalstone name, but much to her relief his features soften slightly and he turns his attention away from her, simply replying "Indeed."
The first of class goes well, as Snape asks a series of review questions to test their memories, some of which Azura herself answers. Comfortable times are few and far between in Snape's class however and just as Azura thinks he might not be as terrible as his reputation makes him out to be, she sees just how cruel he can be.
"What is the primary use of fire salamander tongue?" Snape asks.
Lee Jordan, a black boy in tight dreadlocks and good friend of the Weasly twins raises his hand, and answers "It's the main ingredient in a Warming Potion." as Snape nods his way.
"Incorrect," Snape says coldly "powder shell of firecrab is used for a Warming Potion, while the tongue of a fire salamander is use for a Potion of Fire Resistance." He hesitates for a moment, then adds "That will be 5 points from Gryffindor."
Azura thought for a moment, had he just taken house points for answering a question wrong? Two Ravenclaw already had given wrong answers, and no points had been take from either of them, Lee was just the first Gryffindor to answer incorrectly. Azura isn't aware of the look of disgust on her face as she gawks at Snape a bit taken back, but he notices all to clearly as his eyes flit across the room and meet hers.
"Something the matter, Shalstone?" he asks in a low, dark tone.
Azura realized she was on the spot and couldn't back down so she replies "I just, well Professor. Taking points from a whole house for a incorrect question is a bit harsh isn't it?" Azura doesn't notice either Fred or George, who where franticly gesturing for her to be quite. She adds, "And others have gotten wrong answers, you didn't take points from them sir."
Snape's eyes narrow into slits as he scowls angrily. "Are you so stupid girl, that you're presuming to question what I do in my OWN classroom?"
Normally Azura would have backed down, but he had just called her stupid. "Come on, insulting isn't going to make the matter any better. I'm not meaning to undermine you or anything it's just I don't see-"
"Shut up girl!" Snape snaps, cutting Azura off. His voice quivering with rage, he continues "When you are in my classroom you will never, ever question my authority or my judgments, do you understand Miss Shalstone?"
Azura, biting back her own anger simply answers, "Understood..."
Snape's lip curls into a sneer, as he says "10 points from Ravenclaw, and an additional 5 for each question previously answered incorrectly, compliments of Miss Shalstone."
"What?!" Azura shouts before thinking, but instantly regrets it.
"Detention, Shalstone. Perhaps you'll learn how foolish it is to try and play little miss rebel in my class."
That word hits Azura like a sledge hammer to the stomach, "Detention". In her first class, of her first day of her first time at Hogwarts she had gotten detention. George and Fred patting her on the back and informing her that had to be some kind of school record on the way to Herbology certainly doesn't help, as they veer off toward their own next class.
Ravenclaws it would seem would be attending their third year Herbology class with house Hufflepuff. As Azura slid into greenhouse three amongst some of most unusual plants she'd ever seen. Several of the Hufflepuff boys smiled at her, which was a relief since the Ravenclaws where treating her like a cold they didn't want to catch. What a wonderful start she was off, she thinks to herself missing the first bit of the Herbology Teacher, Mrs. Sprout giving her welcoming speech.
"Alright class, I thought we'd get straight away into things this year." Sprout says, bringing the class to business. "Repotting Mandrakes, though the second year Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors have done a fine job at taking care of most of them. Now, can anyone tell me what Mandrakes are used for?"
Azura raises her hand along with a few others, and is called on. "Paralys and petrifaction restoration." she answers half heartedly.
"Correct, and can you tell me the another name for the mandrake?"
"Yhea, Mandragora." Azura answers.
"Correct again, now can you tell me why they are dangerous?" Sprout asks, smiling at Azura which makes her feel a little better. Apparently, she had noticed Azura's somber mood and felt she knew about mandrakes well so this would be good for her confidence.
"Well, their scream can kill anyone who hears it." Azura answers, smiling a little back.
"Perfect, 5 points to Ravenclaw." pipes Sprout happily.
Azura can't help but feel a little better, though she can't forget that 5 points wasn't much compared to what she'd lost so far. It seemed to mean something to her fellow Ravenclaws, as they warm up to her afterward.
As everyone rushes to get a pair of headphones, Azura fastens the fluffy pink pair over her ears, disregarding that the other kids where avoiding them. As Sprout had instructed, they pluck the mandrakes up by the base of the leaves, but since there are so few left they had be put into groups of three. Azura is with an Asian Ravenclaw girl, and a portly Hufflepuff boy. Once the mandrake is unpotted, it's handed to Azura who is supposed to hold it until the boy readies the larger pot for it.
Azura looks down at the plant, but it's quite unlike any plant she's ever seen. It's like a small, yet very ugly baby, it's wide mouth opened in a silent cry. She can't help but feel sympathy for it, it just looked so close to a human baby. Carefully, she rest an arm underneath and it cradles it gently rocking it back and fourth. Nobody seems to notice, as Azura starts to hum to it, a song her mother use to hum to her when she was a child. Before she realizes it, her two partners are gapping at her, as well as Professor Sprout. The mandrake has closed it's mouth, and it's eyes.
It's not long, before all the mandrakes are repotted and the earphones come off, the other students start questioning Azura but Sprout silences them all to ask the same question.
"Miss Shalstone, how ever did you manage that?"
"Well, it looked like a baby. My mind was kind'a wandering, so I just treated it like a baby." Azura replies sheepishly.
"I don't think, in centuries of herbology anyone has ever thought to try that." starts Sprout, then adds "I know I've never heard of it, it's likely completely unprecedented. Incredible, calming a crying Mandrake. Twentyfive points to house Ravenclaw, if you'll give me permission to report this to the Sorcerers' Biological Institute."
Azura is more than glad to accept, and as it would seem since she discovered the method it was legally her's by right with many witnesses.
The rest of Herbology is great, as is her Charms class with her house professor Flitwick. Azura is well up to pare during the whole of the review from last year. The lunch bell is a pleasant sound despite the her liking the Charms class, because her stomach is growling like an aggravated dragon.
As she takes her seat, many of her fellow house members smile and introduce themselves, after all she had earned back all the points she had lost in Potions. The Asian girl from Herbology suddenly sits next to Azura, and smiles over at her brightly.
"Hi there, Azura? I'm Cho Chang, from Herbology." She says happily.
"Hey there, I remember you of course. Sorry I slowed us down." Azura replies.
"Not much, what you did was really great and you got back the points that awful Snape took from you." Cho says, smiling.
"He's really that terrible all the time?" Azura asks.
Cho answers, "Defiantly, he's positively awful to everyone but Slitherins, and he bullies Gryffindors more than anyone. What you did was really brave but something like that's just going to make matters worse, make him mad and he just gets nastier."
Azura nods, and says with a crocked smile "Yhea, probably got some issues from his childhood. Feels like he's getting back for it all by intimidating children now, pretty sad since he's an adult."
The two both snigger, and spend the rest of lunch talking as they eat. They head to transfiguration next, the class goes well and Azura can't help but instantly like McGonagall's strict yet fair attitude, certain that if she was a Hogwarts Professor she'd be a lot like her.
A new friend does Azura lots of good, introducing her to other Ravenclaws and making her feel more welcomed all around. As they walk into the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class however, a hush silence falls over the group of students. The room is a total disaster, books and quills, scrolls and chairs strewn all over like a localized tornado had torn through the place. Ink splatters everywhere, tables turned over, ripped paper littering the floor it looks more like a dump site than a classroom. A well dressed wizard trying to fix his slightly dishelved, wavy blonde hair in a large round mirror sits behind the teachers desk, surrounded by fallen pictures of himself. All the him's in the posters duck out of site when they notice the class but the real man is so busy trying to freshen himself up he doesn't seem to notice the several Ravenclaws standing just inside his doorway.