The whole class sat still in a stunned silence. Their new teacher was
the Harry Potter? The one and only?
Hands shot up all over the room like weeds popping out of the spring ground. Everyone wanted to say something. William especially; he had two hands up.
Harry didn't even look surprised. "Class!" he called out over the large din of children shifting in their seats and calling, "Me! Me!" trying to quiet everyone down. "I'll allow you two minutes to write down one question for me, and you will turn it in when I say time is up! We don't have time for all the questions here! If I happen to find your question particularly interesting, or frequent, then I will tell the whole class my answer tomorrow! Also, keep in mind that your question might not be answered today, as I have to teach the entire school of Hogwarts throughout the whole week!"
The room was instantly quiet. All that could be heard were the scratchings of quill upon parchment. William, convinced he could put in more than one question, started using his brother's names as well on the top of the paper. As he was starting his second paper, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
In a tense movement, he slowly looked up to the owner of the hand. There was Harry Potter.
"Mr. Skeeves, I believe I said one question."
Turning his head back to his paper and trying his best to hide, mumbled, "Yes, sir."
Harry smiled and slipped a small treat into William's pocket, and then whispered, "Don't open it until lunch; it isn't official yet."
Patting William reassuringly on the shoulder a few times, just to make sure he paid attention, he then walked up to the front of the class, where he said, "Alright, class, turn in your papers!"
Almost like a tidal wave, the children surged toward the front of the class, all hoping to be first. William, still a little stunned at what had happened, only put a hand in his pocket to see what was there. All he felt was a small, five-edged shape with a string attached to one side. Was it what he thought it was?
Suddenly remembering his question, he also leaped toward the front, only to find himself dead last in line.
"You snooze you lose!" a Slytherin called out at him from the front of the line.
William just shot him a sneer. Gryffindor and Slytherin never did like each other. Ever.
However, any hopes of opening the present from his Defense against the Dark Arts teacher in peace was shot as he noticed a bunch of girls following him around. And as they got closer to the Great Hall, the crowd got bigger. Eventually he could even hear the whispers of the numerous kids from all the houses.
"What's he got?" a Ravenclaw asked.
"Dunno," a Hufflepuff answered, "but he got it from the new D.A. teacher! It's got to be good! Do you know who he is yet?"
"Who? The guy we're following or the new D.A. teacher?" a Slytherin piped in.
"The D.A. teacher, stupid! The kid we're following is William Skeeves!" the Hufflepuff answered.
"Give me a break!" the Slytherin called out. "I'm not gonna have my D.A. class until tomorrow! How can I possibly know?"
"Give ya a hint," the Hufflepuff sneered, "H.P. and a crack of lightning."
Skeeves heard the laughter at the, apparently, unknowing look of the Slytherin kid at the only too obvious 'hint'. Finally, he was at the Great Hall doors. Rushing in, he couldn't wait to find his seat.
After he found it, and convinced that no one should see this gift besides him, he tore it out of his pocket and yanked the string as hard as he could. He could see a chocolate frog, which hopped away, and the card beneath it.
He had been waiting almost a full year for this card, and now the very first was all his.
To Be Continued.
Hands shot up all over the room like weeds popping out of the spring ground. Everyone wanted to say something. William especially; he had two hands up.
Harry didn't even look surprised. "Class!" he called out over the large din of children shifting in their seats and calling, "Me! Me!" trying to quiet everyone down. "I'll allow you two minutes to write down one question for me, and you will turn it in when I say time is up! We don't have time for all the questions here! If I happen to find your question particularly interesting, or frequent, then I will tell the whole class my answer tomorrow! Also, keep in mind that your question might not be answered today, as I have to teach the entire school of Hogwarts throughout the whole week!"
The room was instantly quiet. All that could be heard were the scratchings of quill upon parchment. William, convinced he could put in more than one question, started using his brother's names as well on the top of the paper. As he was starting his second paper, he felt a hand on his shoulder.
In a tense movement, he slowly looked up to the owner of the hand. There was Harry Potter.
"Mr. Skeeves, I believe I said one question."
Turning his head back to his paper and trying his best to hide, mumbled, "Yes, sir."
Harry smiled and slipped a small treat into William's pocket, and then whispered, "Don't open it until lunch; it isn't official yet."
Patting William reassuringly on the shoulder a few times, just to make sure he paid attention, he then walked up to the front of the class, where he said, "Alright, class, turn in your papers!"
Almost like a tidal wave, the children surged toward the front of the class, all hoping to be first. William, still a little stunned at what had happened, only put a hand in his pocket to see what was there. All he felt was a small, five-edged shape with a string attached to one side. Was it what he thought it was?
Suddenly remembering his question, he also leaped toward the front, only to find himself dead last in line.
"You snooze you lose!" a Slytherin called out at him from the front of the line.
William just shot him a sneer. Gryffindor and Slytherin never did like each other. Ever.
However, any hopes of opening the present from his Defense against the Dark Arts teacher in peace was shot as he noticed a bunch of girls following him around. And as they got closer to the Great Hall, the crowd got bigger. Eventually he could even hear the whispers of the numerous kids from all the houses.
"What's he got?" a Ravenclaw asked.
"Dunno," a Hufflepuff answered, "but he got it from the new D.A. teacher! It's got to be good! Do you know who he is yet?"
"Who? The guy we're following or the new D.A. teacher?" a Slytherin piped in.
"The D.A. teacher, stupid! The kid we're following is William Skeeves!" the Hufflepuff answered.
"Give me a break!" the Slytherin called out. "I'm not gonna have my D.A. class until tomorrow! How can I possibly know?"
"Give ya a hint," the Hufflepuff sneered, "H.P. and a crack of lightning."
Skeeves heard the laughter at the, apparently, unknowing look of the Slytherin kid at the only too obvious 'hint'. Finally, he was at the Great Hall doors. Rushing in, he couldn't wait to find his seat.
After he found it, and convinced that no one should see this gift besides him, he tore it out of his pocket and yanked the string as hard as he could. He could see a chocolate frog, which hopped away, and the card beneath it.
He had been waiting almost a full year for this card, and now the very first was all his.
To Be Continued.
