...Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah, my readers *peers at her fans* You see I am slowly
building up the length of my chappies, hold your horses, I will eventually
get at least decent sized chappies..R&R thankies tons!!!
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Sitting down on his usual large, purple pillow next to Ron, who's own pillow was purple, Harry opened his text book. Proffessor Trelawney, sitting at the head of the classroom, blinking large owl-like eyes at her glass through enormously rimmed glasses, motioned for them to put their books away.
"Though there is common belief that magic doesn't exist among Muggles, there are a few who correctly worship the earth natural magic." Harry blinked several times and glanced a Ron, a grin cracking on his lips as Ron's face purpled with contained laughter. Harry felt relief wash over him as he began to forget about the previous night and start to think it was all a dream.
"Today Class," Proffessor Trelawney smiled faintly at Lavender and Parvati who were listening aptly, leaning forwards on their tables, "Today, we will study the dangers of invoking the earth powers. Then, possibly in a few week you will learn to invoke, though I don't think so.I still haven't been able to accomplish it."
Harry left that classroom with strict instructions to read the chapter about invoking the Water Magic. "How fitting with Charms." Harry muttered to himself stalking from the room.
Patting Ron on the back grinning ear to ear he rounded a corner, heading to the DDA room. Ron was Trelawney's target of death his year. Apparently he was to 'die at an early age and rot somewhere.
Ron was red and was muttering about how much of a cow Proffessor Trelawney was. Harry entered his DDA room and headed to the back, seating himself between Ron and Hermione, now positive his experience had been a dream. The other people in his classroom looked around in confusion, it was nearly ten past, and there was no teacher to speak of. Extracting his wand from his bag and setting his text book on the ground next to his desk, Harry joined to others in peering at the door in wonder.
Suddenly the broad door swung open revealing an extremely short witch. The first thing Harry noticed about her, aside from her alarming height, was her mildly pointed ears and radiantly violet eyes. Her lips were full and cherry red, and a tiny touch of pink coloured her pale cheeks. On the whole, Harry thought she looked a tad young to be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts. She bustled to the front of the room and, standing behind the desk, realised she couldn't see her class very well. The desk, which came roughly up to Harry's mid thigh, reached her belly button. She couldn't be less than a foot and a half shorter than Harry. Intrigued, Harry leaned forward on his desk, eyeing his new teacher. After arranging herself, sitting on the wooden desk at the front of the room, wand in her hand and violet eyes peering out at her students, she smiled. Harry could tell this would be a good class from the glinting in her eyes, almost like mischief.
"Well." She said. Everyone in the classroom sat straight up, Shocked, as was Harry, that she spoke with a thick Scottish accent, "I am Proffessor McDermott. Though I would really rather you called me Brianna, or Bree. That whole Proffessor thing makes me feel so old." She grinned at them, expecting a laugh or two. Realising that she just wasn't funny she glanced around the classroom expectantly, "No?" She questioned them. "Okay then." She said, jokingly as if she wished she could sink into the floor.
Harry couldn't help but smile at her.
"As you can probably tell, I am Short." She explained. A few people laughed lightly at her. "I also am not wrinkled and saggy like most of the teachers here." Her eyes widened and she put her hand to her mouth, whispering hurriedly, "Don't tell Proffessor McGonagall I said that!" Her eyes were like saucers. Harry laughed outright, a few people promised that they wouldn't.
"I just graduated from Gaelic Sraointe School for the Aspiring Witches and Wizards of Scotland." She took a deep exaggerated breath at the end of the title of her previous school. More laughter followed. " I am only Seventeen. I know, young. And hopefully still kicking." She grinned at them, it was weird. As if she shared something with them, being fresh out of school. She remembered hating teachers, and doing homework at the last minute. She seemed more real. Harry liked her.
"This year, I was hired, by Proffessor Dumbledore to teach you telekinesis." She sighed, looking disappointedly at her class, most people shared a mutual feeling. "Albus believes that since Voldemort is quite obviously free again, you should all learn to control your mind from him. This process of education will take roughly the entire year to learn." She bit her low lip, looking as if she was trying to remember something. "There was a word.um." She grunted a little and squinted her eyes.
Hermione raised a hand, looking content to finally be able to display her knowledge. "Occlumency, Proffessor McDermott?" She asked.
Brianna opened her eyes wide. "Aha! You are a genius, Miss.." She trailed off looking at Hermione questioningly.
"Hermione Granger" Hermione supplied, blushing at the praise.
"Miss Hermione." The teacher repeated, nodding as if in approval. "Well. We learn Occlumency, protecting your mind from telekinetic people, Telekinesis, Reading other people's mind, and.um." She sighed heavily. "I will never get this teacher business down pat." She pressed her fingers against her temples. "Oh yes, and Transmogrification by way of Telekinetic Concentration." She grinned at their confused faces. "I was just kidding about the last one. You only get that if you master Telekinesis and Occlumency to the highest degree, and no one has done that in a hundred years.
Harry, Hermione and Ron left their DDA class grinning ear to ear. "No Homework!" Ron said, smiling like a fool. Before Hermione added "Yet."
With a Chapter on Water Invoking to read, and Two feet of parchment on Verisatrium to write, Harry would have barely any free time to think that night.
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Sitting down on his usual large, purple pillow next to Ron, who's own pillow was purple, Harry opened his text book. Proffessor Trelawney, sitting at the head of the classroom, blinking large owl-like eyes at her glass through enormously rimmed glasses, motioned for them to put their books away.
"Though there is common belief that magic doesn't exist among Muggles, there are a few who correctly worship the earth natural magic." Harry blinked several times and glanced a Ron, a grin cracking on his lips as Ron's face purpled with contained laughter. Harry felt relief wash over him as he began to forget about the previous night and start to think it was all a dream.
"Today Class," Proffessor Trelawney smiled faintly at Lavender and Parvati who were listening aptly, leaning forwards on their tables, "Today, we will study the dangers of invoking the earth powers. Then, possibly in a few week you will learn to invoke, though I don't think so.I still haven't been able to accomplish it."
Harry left that classroom with strict instructions to read the chapter about invoking the Water Magic. "How fitting with Charms." Harry muttered to himself stalking from the room.
Patting Ron on the back grinning ear to ear he rounded a corner, heading to the DDA room. Ron was Trelawney's target of death his year. Apparently he was to 'die at an early age and rot somewhere.
Ron was red and was muttering about how much of a cow Proffessor Trelawney was. Harry entered his DDA room and headed to the back, seating himself between Ron and Hermione, now positive his experience had been a dream. The other people in his classroom looked around in confusion, it was nearly ten past, and there was no teacher to speak of. Extracting his wand from his bag and setting his text book on the ground next to his desk, Harry joined to others in peering at the door in wonder.
Suddenly the broad door swung open revealing an extremely short witch. The first thing Harry noticed about her, aside from her alarming height, was her mildly pointed ears and radiantly violet eyes. Her lips were full and cherry red, and a tiny touch of pink coloured her pale cheeks. On the whole, Harry thought she looked a tad young to be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts. She bustled to the front of the room and, standing behind the desk, realised she couldn't see her class very well. The desk, which came roughly up to Harry's mid thigh, reached her belly button. She couldn't be less than a foot and a half shorter than Harry. Intrigued, Harry leaned forward on his desk, eyeing his new teacher. After arranging herself, sitting on the wooden desk at the front of the room, wand in her hand and violet eyes peering out at her students, she smiled. Harry could tell this would be a good class from the glinting in her eyes, almost like mischief.
"Well." She said. Everyone in the classroom sat straight up, Shocked, as was Harry, that she spoke with a thick Scottish accent, "I am Proffessor McDermott. Though I would really rather you called me Brianna, or Bree. That whole Proffessor thing makes me feel so old." She grinned at them, expecting a laugh or two. Realising that she just wasn't funny she glanced around the classroom expectantly, "No?" She questioned them. "Okay then." She said, jokingly as if she wished she could sink into the floor.
Harry couldn't help but smile at her.
"As you can probably tell, I am Short." She explained. A few people laughed lightly at her. "I also am not wrinkled and saggy like most of the teachers here." Her eyes widened and she put her hand to her mouth, whispering hurriedly, "Don't tell Proffessor McGonagall I said that!" Her eyes were like saucers. Harry laughed outright, a few people promised that they wouldn't.
"I just graduated from Gaelic Sraointe School for the Aspiring Witches and Wizards of Scotland." She took a deep exaggerated breath at the end of the title of her previous school. More laughter followed. " I am only Seventeen. I know, young. And hopefully still kicking." She grinned at them, it was weird. As if she shared something with them, being fresh out of school. She remembered hating teachers, and doing homework at the last minute. She seemed more real. Harry liked her.
"This year, I was hired, by Proffessor Dumbledore to teach you telekinesis." She sighed, looking disappointedly at her class, most people shared a mutual feeling. "Albus believes that since Voldemort is quite obviously free again, you should all learn to control your mind from him. This process of education will take roughly the entire year to learn." She bit her low lip, looking as if she was trying to remember something. "There was a word.um." She grunted a little and squinted her eyes.
Hermione raised a hand, looking content to finally be able to display her knowledge. "Occlumency, Proffessor McDermott?" She asked.
Brianna opened her eyes wide. "Aha! You are a genius, Miss.." She trailed off looking at Hermione questioningly.
"Hermione Granger" Hermione supplied, blushing at the praise.
"Miss Hermione." The teacher repeated, nodding as if in approval. "Well. We learn Occlumency, protecting your mind from telekinetic people, Telekinesis, Reading other people's mind, and.um." She sighed heavily. "I will never get this teacher business down pat." She pressed her fingers against her temples. "Oh yes, and Transmogrification by way of Telekinetic Concentration." She grinned at their confused faces. "I was just kidding about the last one. You only get that if you master Telekinesis and Occlumency to the highest degree, and no one has done that in a hundred years.
Harry, Hermione and Ron left their DDA class grinning ear to ear. "No Homework!" Ron said, smiling like a fool. Before Hermione added "Yet."
With a Chapter on Water Invoking to read, and Two feet of parchment on Verisatrium to write, Harry would have barely any free time to think that night.