A/N: Second chapter up! Hope you enjoy!!!
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My Immortal Chapter 2: The Welcoming Feast
The beginning of term came much too quick for Gipsy to believe. The week was spent unpacking and settling in, and avoiding Severus Snape at all cost. She was anxious as she sat at the Head Table watching the student clamber into the Great Hall and look up to see who the new DADA teacher was. Looking down at her royal blue robes, she tried to think of what the students would say when they saw her. She was sure their first impression would be whose daughter she was, but after the announcement, it was bound to be something like, "I'm being taught by a sixteen year old?" Gipsy smiled as she imagined the jaws dropping when they found out the news. All she could do was wait.
When everyone was situated, Professor McGonagall came out, leading a line of first years. They looked up at the Head Table with frightened eyes, and were perhaps more worried when they spotted Gipsy, thinking that the hunt for a DADA teacher was so terrible that they had to hire a student. Gipsy did not look at them so that she would not scare them, if it was at all possible. She looked, however, around at the other professors, strictly avoiding looking Snape in the eye for more than a few seconds. She inclined her head a little to speak with Flitwick, her former Head of House, catching up on old news, mostly about the Quidditch team that was slowly seeming to deteriorate.
The Sorting was at most boring, the song different, but the message was the same as it was nearly 20 years ago when Gipsy herself was getting involved with the first war with Voldemort. Stick together, house unity. The message of the last few years of both senior and junior Potter. As Gipsy thought about when she was in school, it occurred to her that her best friend's son would be in school here, too, a sixth year. Sure enough, as she gazed over to the Gryffindor table, the unmistakable hair of James Potter stood out, and as the hair's owner looked towards Gipsy, and their eyes interlocked, it seemed almost that Lily was looking out. Gipsy flinched, uncertain why it had come as a shock to her. She had known that Harry looked almost exactly like James except for his eyes. She had seen pictures of him, posted in the newspaper everyday.
She spent so much time that it took a slight pinch from Minerva to get her to notice that there was food on her plate. She gave one last glance at Harry, and began picking at the greens on her plate. When the plates were all clean, finally, Dumbledore rose and gave announcements.
"As you all must be aware of, we have a new DADA teacher yet again this year," he motioned for Gipsy to stand. "This year, Miss Burke will be teaching you. I hope that you will find her lessons very interesting, as I'm sure she has made them out to be." He finished and Gipsy sat down, her cheeks turning a slight rose color.
All in all, Gipsy thought, back in her own room, the night had gone well. She had avoided Snape, which was always a plus and had realized exactly why everyone said Harry looked exactly like James. No matter what, however, it seemed obvious that Harry had not inherited his father's ego, which was a good thing. From this night it had seemed like a long time since she had been back in her flat.
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A/N: This looks like a good place to stop. I know, the chapters are short, but once I get going again, I can go longer before another break, which will only help my avid readers!! Anyway, I hope you are enjoying this. It will be longer than "Bring Me to Life" you can be sure, because now there's so much I need to fill! So, while you're thinking of it, just push that purple button and go review again! Heh. I'm one of those "attention- seekers," can't ya tell?
~GypsySwordGodess
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My Immortal Chapter 2: The Welcoming Feast
The beginning of term came much too quick for Gipsy to believe. The week was spent unpacking and settling in, and avoiding Severus Snape at all cost. She was anxious as she sat at the Head Table watching the student clamber into the Great Hall and look up to see who the new DADA teacher was. Looking down at her royal blue robes, she tried to think of what the students would say when they saw her. She was sure their first impression would be whose daughter she was, but after the announcement, it was bound to be something like, "I'm being taught by a sixteen year old?" Gipsy smiled as she imagined the jaws dropping when they found out the news. All she could do was wait.
When everyone was situated, Professor McGonagall came out, leading a line of first years. They looked up at the Head Table with frightened eyes, and were perhaps more worried when they spotted Gipsy, thinking that the hunt for a DADA teacher was so terrible that they had to hire a student. Gipsy did not look at them so that she would not scare them, if it was at all possible. She looked, however, around at the other professors, strictly avoiding looking Snape in the eye for more than a few seconds. She inclined her head a little to speak with Flitwick, her former Head of House, catching up on old news, mostly about the Quidditch team that was slowly seeming to deteriorate.
The Sorting was at most boring, the song different, but the message was the same as it was nearly 20 years ago when Gipsy herself was getting involved with the first war with Voldemort. Stick together, house unity. The message of the last few years of both senior and junior Potter. As Gipsy thought about when she was in school, it occurred to her that her best friend's son would be in school here, too, a sixth year. Sure enough, as she gazed over to the Gryffindor table, the unmistakable hair of James Potter stood out, and as the hair's owner looked towards Gipsy, and their eyes interlocked, it seemed almost that Lily was looking out. Gipsy flinched, uncertain why it had come as a shock to her. She had known that Harry looked almost exactly like James except for his eyes. She had seen pictures of him, posted in the newspaper everyday.
She spent so much time that it took a slight pinch from Minerva to get her to notice that there was food on her plate. She gave one last glance at Harry, and began picking at the greens on her plate. When the plates were all clean, finally, Dumbledore rose and gave announcements.
"As you all must be aware of, we have a new DADA teacher yet again this year," he motioned for Gipsy to stand. "This year, Miss Burke will be teaching you. I hope that you will find her lessons very interesting, as I'm sure she has made them out to be." He finished and Gipsy sat down, her cheeks turning a slight rose color.
All in all, Gipsy thought, back in her own room, the night had gone well. She had avoided Snape, which was always a plus and had realized exactly why everyone said Harry looked exactly like James. No matter what, however, it seemed obvious that Harry had not inherited his father's ego, which was a good thing. From this night it had seemed like a long time since she had been back in her flat.
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A/N: This looks like a good place to stop. I know, the chapters are short, but once I get going again, I can go longer before another break, which will only help my avid readers!! Anyway, I hope you are enjoying this. It will be longer than "Bring Me to Life" you can be sure, because now there's so much I need to fill! So, while you're thinking of it, just push that purple button and go review again! Heh. I'm one of those "attention- seekers," can't ya tell?
~GypsySwordGodess