Star-chan: Hi! I'm back from the wedding!
Neko: The wedding was booooorrring!
Star-chan: The only boring part was hearing you whine in the car for five hours! Both ways!
Neko: Humph.
Star-chan: Here's a new chapter.
DISCLAIMER: Star-chan: I don't own Harry Potter.
Neko: I am a voice in Star's head, so I don't own anything.
~*~
Hogwarts is a very unusual place. But in any school, even one of wizardry, it is weird to come across three students staring at one of their professors, who was holding a cup of coffee and half-eaten muffin, as if she had grown another head and started to dance the hula.
Professor Stidhall chomped on her breakfast while waiting for Harry, Hermione, or Ron say something. After devouring the muffin, she turned to walk to her room, saying, "Come with me. I believe you are supposed to be in class."
Hermione was the first of the trio to regain any sense of coherent thinking and asked, "What was that about?"
Professor Stidhall shrugged. "Professor Snape and I have never gotten along. I'd appreciate it if this little escapade was kept a secret. Now, would you three please follow me back to class?"
Silently, the three followed the yellow haired teacher through the halls, going over what had just happened, or complaining, silently.
After a short walk, the group entered the History of Magic room. The other Gryffindor, who were talking and such, quieted quickly and Hermione, Ron, and Harry took their seats.
Taking the last swig of her coffee, Professor Stidhall pulled out two rolls of parchment, one MUCH larger than the other. Taking the larger scroll, the professor held it up.
"This is the traditional course outline for fifth year History of Magic. You are supposed to learn all this before the end of this year," she announced. This earned her several disbelieving looks from everyone, except Hermione, who was beaming, and Ron, who was doing an excellent impression of a goldfish.
Professor Stidhall grinned wickedly and walked toward an open window. "And this is where it's going," she said, and threw the scroll out the window. Hermione gasped, her pleasant look going to the rest of the classes faces.
"Since I was a little late this morning, we'll have our first lesson tomorrow," the purple haired professor added. "Be prepared for a whole new class!"
As if on cue, the bell signaling the end of the period rang and the students vacated the classroom excitedly.
~*~
Remus paced, once again, his hidden rooms in Hogwarts. Dumbledore said that he was here to give Harry support, and he was to help to decide and initiate plans against Voldemort, but Remus had more than one doubt in his mind that he was there for another reason. Another reason involving a person he'd hadn't spoken to in about fourteen years.
As he paced, Remus thought over his dilemma careful. Very similar events even. A matchmaking attempt, Voldemort threats, and more than probable chaos coming, this year promised trouble.
~*~
Star-chan: I know, this is pathetically short and not showing any signs of a plot, but I can't escape the evil teachers.
Neko: That's your excuse?
Star-chan: Yup. Thankies to reviewers. Uh-oh. Man-in-white! Gotta run!
Neko: The wedding was booooorrring!
Star-chan: The only boring part was hearing you whine in the car for five hours! Both ways!
Neko: Humph.
Star-chan: Here's a new chapter.
DISCLAIMER: Star-chan: I don't own Harry Potter.
Neko: I am a voice in Star's head, so I don't own anything.
~*~
Hogwarts is a very unusual place. But in any school, even one of wizardry, it is weird to come across three students staring at one of their professors, who was holding a cup of coffee and half-eaten muffin, as if she had grown another head and started to dance the hula.
Professor Stidhall chomped on her breakfast while waiting for Harry, Hermione, or Ron say something. After devouring the muffin, she turned to walk to her room, saying, "Come with me. I believe you are supposed to be in class."
Hermione was the first of the trio to regain any sense of coherent thinking and asked, "What was that about?"
Professor Stidhall shrugged. "Professor Snape and I have never gotten along. I'd appreciate it if this little escapade was kept a secret. Now, would you three please follow me back to class?"
Silently, the three followed the yellow haired teacher through the halls, going over what had just happened, or complaining, silently.
After a short walk, the group entered the History of Magic room. The other Gryffindor, who were talking and such, quieted quickly and Hermione, Ron, and Harry took their seats.
Taking the last swig of her coffee, Professor Stidhall pulled out two rolls of parchment, one MUCH larger than the other. Taking the larger scroll, the professor held it up.
"This is the traditional course outline for fifth year History of Magic. You are supposed to learn all this before the end of this year," she announced. This earned her several disbelieving looks from everyone, except Hermione, who was beaming, and Ron, who was doing an excellent impression of a goldfish.
Professor Stidhall grinned wickedly and walked toward an open window. "And this is where it's going," she said, and threw the scroll out the window. Hermione gasped, her pleasant look going to the rest of the classes faces.
"Since I was a little late this morning, we'll have our first lesson tomorrow," the purple haired professor added. "Be prepared for a whole new class!"
As if on cue, the bell signaling the end of the period rang and the students vacated the classroom excitedly.
~*~
Remus paced, once again, his hidden rooms in Hogwarts. Dumbledore said that he was here to give Harry support, and he was to help to decide and initiate plans against Voldemort, but Remus had more than one doubt in his mind that he was there for another reason. Another reason involving a person he'd hadn't spoken to in about fourteen years.
As he paced, Remus thought over his dilemma careful. Very similar events even. A matchmaking attempt, Voldemort threats, and more than probable chaos coming, this year promised trouble.
~*~
Star-chan: I know, this is pathetically short and not showing any signs of a plot, but I can't escape the evil teachers.
Neko: That's your excuse?
Star-chan: Yup. Thankies to reviewers. Uh-oh. Man-in-white! Gotta run!