Unknown Secret
Chapter 9, Nasty Slytherins
Professor Avaeran's class was divided into two groups: Those who liked her and those who…didn't. Thomas Dorins and Tarlei Savrim were the "leaders" of the ones who didn't like the Professor. They would play little tricks or burst out with rude or unkind comments, much like Thomas did the first day with her. Skyla liked Professor Avaeran and thought it quite mean when anyone did anything to her. Professor Avaeran had done nothing to anyone that Skyla knew or had heard of.
Today Thomas and Tarlei were snickering at the back, no doubt planning another one of their tricks. Then Professor Avaeran walked in. They started walking back to their seats. Professor Avaeran had reached her desk, and just as she was about to sit, she looked down. Skyla could see why the two leaders were snickering. On the seat were four long tacks. Skyla was sitting at just the right angle so that she was the only one who could see the chair. Professor Avaeran saw her looking. She winked at Skyla and with a flick of her wrist the tacks vanished. "Sit down please class." she said pleasantly and sat down. Skyla turned to look and Thomas and Tarlei. They both looked at each other, confused as to why the Professor didn't do anything, and they sat down.
"Ow!" yelled Thomas, and Tarlei shrieked. When they stood up, Skyla could see two tacks on each of their chairs. She turned back to see Professor Avaeran give a faint smile. Skyla couldn't help but grin. Then the Professor, acting as if nothing had happened, instructed the class to open their books. The rest of the month was met without any problems in the class. Skyla had now grown to really like the Professor and would often come to visit just for the fun of it.
On the last Friday of the month, Skyla remembered that she had not written to Dumbledore yet, nor had she learned anything more from Draco about his father. It was after she had finished her homework that she got out a parchment and envelope to write her letter. She looked around to make sure she was the last one in the common room and wrote:
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
I have not learned any new information about Draco's Father. Draco has not said anything other than what he said last month. I'm sorry that I couldn't find out any more from Draco.
-Skyla Auren
As soon as she put her quill down she yawned widely and was asleep before she could lay her head down on the table.
Skyla woke up to see people heading out of the common room to go to breakfast. She looked down to the envelope beside her. Funny, she hadn't remembered putting her letter in the envelope, but she was half asleep at the time. She took the letter up to the owlery and went down to breakfast.
As she was eating she saw Draco glance at her with a strange look that she couldn't read. 'What was that?' she wondered.
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Potions class seemed to be worse than ever for Harry. Snape was in one of his foul moods again. They were working on making an antidote to Doxy venom in pairs, and Snape decided that he would chose the partners. As luck (or non-luck) would have it, Harry was with Draco.
Draco seemed to be in an even worse mood than Snape. He just sat there not doing anything and throwing nasty glares at anyone who he happened to look at. When Snape came by to see how they were doing, Draco said, "I've been doing all the work around here, Potter is just sitting there and letting me do everything."
"What!?" Harry yelled at him, "It's you that's been sitting there. You always blame everyone except yourself."
"Now Potter-" Snape said, but Harry cut him off.
"I'm sick and tired of Malfoy getting away with everything, and you…" but Harry stopped and saw the looks on Snape's and Draco's faces. 'Oh great,' he thought, 'Now I'm going to get it.'
"Detention Potter, you know better than to speak back to a teacher, and If you don't I'm sure that a weeks worth of detentions will teach you." Snape said with a venomous glare. Draco just sat there smirking, but Harry could still see that Draco was horribly mad at something, or someone, and he didn't think it was himself.
Chapter 9, Nasty Slytherins
Professor Avaeran's class was divided into two groups: Those who liked her and those who…didn't. Thomas Dorins and Tarlei Savrim were the "leaders" of the ones who didn't like the Professor. They would play little tricks or burst out with rude or unkind comments, much like Thomas did the first day with her. Skyla liked Professor Avaeran and thought it quite mean when anyone did anything to her. Professor Avaeran had done nothing to anyone that Skyla knew or had heard of.
Today Thomas and Tarlei were snickering at the back, no doubt planning another one of their tricks. Then Professor Avaeran walked in. They started walking back to their seats. Professor Avaeran had reached her desk, and just as she was about to sit, she looked down. Skyla could see why the two leaders were snickering. On the seat were four long tacks. Skyla was sitting at just the right angle so that she was the only one who could see the chair. Professor Avaeran saw her looking. She winked at Skyla and with a flick of her wrist the tacks vanished. "Sit down please class." she said pleasantly and sat down. Skyla turned to look and Thomas and Tarlei. They both looked at each other, confused as to why the Professor didn't do anything, and they sat down.
"Ow!" yelled Thomas, and Tarlei shrieked. When they stood up, Skyla could see two tacks on each of their chairs. She turned back to see Professor Avaeran give a faint smile. Skyla couldn't help but grin. Then the Professor, acting as if nothing had happened, instructed the class to open their books. The rest of the month was met without any problems in the class. Skyla had now grown to really like the Professor and would often come to visit just for the fun of it.
On the last Friday of the month, Skyla remembered that she had not written to Dumbledore yet, nor had she learned anything more from Draco about his father. It was after she had finished her homework that she got out a parchment and envelope to write her letter. She looked around to make sure she was the last one in the common room and wrote:
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
I have not learned any new information about Draco's Father. Draco has not said anything other than what he said last month. I'm sorry that I couldn't find out any more from Draco.
-Skyla Auren
As soon as she put her quill down she yawned widely and was asleep before she could lay her head down on the table.
Skyla woke up to see people heading out of the common room to go to breakfast. She looked down to the envelope beside her. Funny, she hadn't remembered putting her letter in the envelope, but she was half asleep at the time. She took the letter up to the owlery and went down to breakfast.
As she was eating she saw Draco glance at her with a strange look that she couldn't read. 'What was that?' she wondered.
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Potions class seemed to be worse than ever for Harry. Snape was in one of his foul moods again. They were working on making an antidote to Doxy venom in pairs, and Snape decided that he would chose the partners. As luck (or non-luck) would have it, Harry was with Draco.
Draco seemed to be in an even worse mood than Snape. He just sat there not doing anything and throwing nasty glares at anyone who he happened to look at. When Snape came by to see how they were doing, Draco said, "I've been doing all the work around here, Potter is just sitting there and letting me do everything."
"What!?" Harry yelled at him, "It's you that's been sitting there. You always blame everyone except yourself."
"Now Potter-" Snape said, but Harry cut him off.
"I'm sick and tired of Malfoy getting away with everything, and you…" but Harry stopped and saw the looks on Snape's and Draco's faces. 'Oh great,' he thought, 'Now I'm going to get it.'
"Detention Potter, you know better than to speak back to a teacher, and If you don't I'm sure that a weeks worth of detentions will teach you." Snape said with a venomous glare. Draco just sat there smirking, but Harry could still see that Draco was horribly mad at something, or someone, and he didn't think it was himself.