Harry Potter & the Honeychurch Institute of Magic
By Darkmoore
"Sir, do you ever get used to having this stick between your legs?"
Harry just rolled his eyes and thought of Seamus Finnegan.
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Chapter Nine: Dyin' To Be Flyin'
Wednesday came bright and early and Harry wanted to stay in bed and sleep, but then realized that today he would get to spend almost all on the pitch giving flying tutorials. This made him spring out of bed and into the shower. When he was dressed and making his way out of his quarters to the dining hall for breakfast he turned to say goodbye to Sirius, but what he found in the painting stopped him in his tracks. There in the confines of the frame was not his godfather, but rather a large black dog.
"Sirius, you can transform even in your portrait?" Harry asked in bewilderment.
The great black dog 'woofed' at him as if in agreement.
"I'll take that as a yes," Harry said with a smile. "Oh well, have a fun day, I'll be on the pitch most of mine." Then he left for breakfast.
Harry ate breakfast and skimmed through the Daily Prophet making sure he wasn't in it before heading up to his office. Fitzy joined him moments later to walk to her classroom, which was down the hall from his.
"Good morning Harry." engaged the short plump Charms teacher.
"Good morning Professor Fitzy." he replied causing her to giggle and then he continued, "I understand my first years have their first Charms class today. You will tell me if they have any problems won't you?"
"Of course, I would Harry, it's a sponsor's responsibility to make sure their students are doing well. Of course, I understand myself that you tutoring my fourth years in flying today." He nodded in response. "Do try not killing any of them; the paper work would be the end of me." she said with a smile before heading into her office.
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As the class bell rang Harry strode into his classroom and collected the homework assignment from the fifth years and promptly banished it into his office to be graded later. Then he turned to his class and said "Today, we are going to have a brief discussion on dueling techniques and then we are going to have a practical demonstration of them." The fifth years became excited.
Two hours later the six fifth year students exited the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom utterly exhausted and in the need of a nap but instead somehow managed to make their way into the Charms class room for their next lesson. After the fifth years left, Harry quickly locked his office and dashed down to the pitch to get it ready for the fourth years to start flying. He was very excited about having a full day's flying to look forward to.
As he had done the day before, Harry gathered seven Cleansweeps from the broom shed and placed them on the pitch along with his own broom and waited for the students to arrive. When they did he lined them up to begin the exercises of working with a broom. He almost duplicated his experience with the fourth years that he had with the first years the day before. Everyone enjoyed the lesson so much that when the lunch bell rang, no one wanted to put their brooms away and go eat.
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After lunch was over the fourth years off were off to a History of Magic lesson, while Harry returned to the pitch and set up for the second years to arrive. When Harry looked up after setting the last broom on the ground, he saw six 12-year-olds practically running down to the pitch for the lesson. He smiled when he saw them and asked himself 'Was I that excited about flying?' then he thought, 'Yeah, probably worse.'
Once again he lined them up with their brooms and repeated the lesson once again. The second years had the time of their lives and truth be told so did Harry. So much so, they almost missed the bell that signaled the end of class. So Harry called them all to the ground, told them how well they had done that day and started to send them on their way to their next class.
"Professor Potter, we're done for the day after your class." said Daphne Feeney.
"Really Ms. Feeney?" said Harry as he pulled out the course schedule for Wednesday, "well what do you know, you are done for the day. I guess in that case you lot can practice some more while I have a lesson with the third years. Now mind you don't interfere or I'll send you all back up to the castle."
Six faces shined with glee as he continued, "Now remember no more than six feet off the ground, always fly in pairs and if someone falls off their broom come get me immediately."
Then Harry took out his wand and summoned eight more Cleansweeps from the broom shed for the third years and once again laid them out for the class as they made their way down to the pitch. Once again Harry lined them up with the brooms and repeated the lesson for the third years.
This time however, after the class had made three or four laps as a group, he allowed the two different groups to interact by getting a Quaffle out and allowing the two classes to have a modified version of Quidditch. Instead of having beaters and a seekers in the game, each team was allowed a keeper apiece and five chasers each. One of the third year boys, Jed Uzbek, wasn't very good with a broom and opted to not play but watch and keep score, while Harry refereed.
By the time the bell came for the end of fourth period and the beginning of the free period before dinner, everyone wanted to play another game. Before they could start Harry was interrupted by Theo Kotorwas, a sixth year student.
"Professor Potter? Since it's the free period, would you mind if we practiced flying for a while?"
Harry turned to see that Mr. Kotorwas was leading a group of sixth and seventh year's students, many of which had their own brooms already slung over their shoulders. All of them looked anxious to get onto the pitch.
Not all of the upper level students wanted to fly; some just came to watch, so Harry divided the remaining students in half and sent them to play with the younger groups. He also selected two upper levels as the new keepers, to give the former ones a chance to actually play for awhile. Luckily some of the younger students were getting tired and decided to watch themselves, which made the teams that much more manageable. Soon the pitch was filled with flying students and the stands were filled with cheers for their 'favorite' teams and everyone lost track of the time. That is until…
"ATTENTION, ATTENTION ALL STUDENTS! SINCE NO ONE CAME IN TO HAVE DINNER WITH THE REST OF US, WE'VE DECIDED TO JOIN YOU." said Madame Klump with the Sonorous charm.
Everyone turned to see most of the teachers, the remainder of the students and several house elves coming down to them with enough food for the entire school and was promptly laying it out picnic style at the edge of the pitch. The spectators quickly ran down to where the food was sat up and began eating while Harry and many of the students landed and did the same.
"Well, Professor, it seems that you've abducted the over half the student body, what do you have to say for yourself?" asked the Headmistress with a smile. "I dare say the rest of us had a terrible time keeping our pupils minds on their work today."
"Sorry about that." said Harry with a definite smirk plastered on his face.
"Liar." said Edwina with an even bigger smile.
"Well if you ask me, he should be reprimanded," began Fitzy, "when the fifth years came to class this morning, they were so tired from his class that they could barely function."
"Who, me? Would I do something like that to an honored colleague of mine?" asked Harry in mock innocence.
"Yes," Fitzy said and then stuck out her tongue causing Harry to laugh.
Edwina watched the exchange with a raised eye brow and decided on a different route of conversation. "So do you think with such a limited show of interest in flying that you'll get two teams out this bunch?" sarcasm dripping in her voice.
"I was actually hoping to get three teams." replied Harry, "that way we'll get more games for the season."
"How would you go about that? There are only two houses in the school. It's not like it was at Hogwarts you know?" said Vesta Sangeorge as she entered the conversation and sat down beside her best friend.
"Did you go to Hogwarts?" asked Harry, truly interested.
"Yes, I was a Ravenclaw. I graduated the year we had the Tri-Wizard Tournament." replied the stern potions mistress, "you won that I do believe."
The mention of the tournament always brought back memories of Cedric Diggory and with it a little sadness into Harry's eyes. However, he did his best to squash it and went back to the question at hand.
"I was hoping to get an all boys team, an all girls team and a mixed team. The first two teams would promote house unity and the third to promote school unity and co-operation. I was also hoping to get team sponsors, like we have school sponsors, someone to guide their team."
"What an interesting idea you have there Potter." said Professor Proctor, who had been eavesdropping on their conversation.
"Botolf? I didn't see you there." said Vesta, "how long have you been lingering about?"
He humphed in response to the sharp witted teacher's barb and continued, "I would be happy to sponsor the all boys team. Give them something to strive for, since my sixth year boys will most likely all make the team anyway." Professor Proctor then sat up looking quite self important.
The three ladies chuckled at the transfiguration teacher and Harry rolled his eyes.
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Later that night as Harry sat in his office grading the fifth year's homework after he had a long shower and a fresh set of robes on, he realized something very important, 'If I assign this long essays then I have to read the damn things later.'
'Must think of a new way of giving homework,' Harry mused to himself, 'those three foot essays from the N.E.W.T. level classes are going to make me go blind.' However he continued to grade them, which didn't take too long, there are only six of them after all.
After he finished the last essay, Fitzy dropped in to let him know how his first years did in their first Charms class. "As a group they did splendidly Harry. Though I think Mr. Beagle may end up being a little behind the rest, but otherwise, I'd say they were right on track."
"What's wrong with Will? Is he not getting the concept or is he just not good at charms?" asked Harry with concern.
"Oh no, nothing like that, it's a common problem I see with many Muggle born students. They simply didn't grow up with magic as part of their day-to-day lives and it's all new to them now." Fitzy said soothingly and continued, "They all get better by mid-term when it's been digested that they can do it now." Then she smiled at him.
"I know how they feel, when I first went to school, I felt as lost as possible." admitted Harry.
"You're a Muggle born? I thought that your parents were both magical?" asked a confused Fitzy.
"Oh they were, but after they died, my only living relatives were Muggles. So I didn't live in the wizarding world until I went off to Hogwarts."
"I remember getting my first letter also. I had no idea that all those interesting things I could do was magic. It was the best day in my life when first went to Ravenbeaux." said Fitzy with a far away look in her eyes.
"Ravenbeaux?" asked a confused Harry. He had never heard of that school, was it in France?
"Its one of the smaller schools here in England, like Honeychurch is," she explained, "but it was started by a family of French wizarding about seven hundred years ago. Anyway, my mum and dad were dead set against me going to any school with magic being the main course of study. They wanted me to become a doctor."
"You're a Muggle born then? I wondered by you had a Muggle sense of humor." said Harry.
The Charms professor smiled at him and had every intention of leaning in when a small blue bird flew into the room and started flying in between the two teachers.
"Hello Lotus." said a slightly annoyed Charms professor as she held out her hand for the small bird to land on.
"Lotus?" Harry asked having never seen a bird like this one before.
"Yes, it's Vesta's pet Jobberknoll. She keeps it for the tail feathers; they are dead useful in truth serums and in memory potions. I wonder how you managed to escape from your cage." said a suspicious Fitzy.
"Maybe one of us should return him, or is it her, to Vesta. She might be missing it." said a clueless Harry.
"Oh I'll do it, I need to have a word with her anyway. I'll talk to you again later Harry."
"Goodnight."
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After Harry returned to his quarters his thought drifted back to a few hours ago to just after dinner. The students played out on the pitch for a while longer, but it soon became dark and Harry sent them back inside the castle to shower and do homework. Mr. Beagle and Mr. Malfoy helped him put the school brooms away in the shed, while Harry put the Quaffle back in the equipment chest.
As Harry was walking back to retrieve his Firebolt, he sent the two boys up to the castle, but Xander Malfoy stayed behind for a few moments. When he approached Harry he looked him dead in the eye and said….
"Professor, about Lucius….."
Harry stopped dead in his tracks, this was the one conversation he was dreading more than any other, but listened intently to his student, expecting the worst.
"thank you sir." Then Xander Malfoy ran off and caught up with his new best friend in the world, Will Beagle leaving a stunned Harry Potter on the pitch.
To Be Continued…
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Author's Note: To everyone who reviewed, thanks again...
athenakitty wrote How long will Pig stay at Honeychurch? Will Harry figure out that the women teachers are hitting on him? Will Harry go visit Hogwarts on his days off? Will there be a working relationship with Botolf? Who's the mysterious person that Ron's bringing? Is it Oliver Wood? Hermione Granger? Ginny Weasley?
Answer - Pig left already. Not all the female staff isi hitting on Harry. Prof. Celeste Morgan hasn't really interacted with him (yet), Prof. Terentia Smallwood hash only spoken with him in a friendly manner, & Prof. Fronia Thorne is happily married and has grandchildren. Botolf Proctor will appear again soon. Wait and find out who's coming. :)
Tynkerbell wrote hehehe im addicted almmost as good as the real stuff! who is the younger female teacher is she there yet or did i miss something?!?!?!?!
Answer - Harry is the youngest member of staff presently. However, both Maude Fitzhugh and Vesta Sangeorge are close to his age, only older by a couple of years.
CastusAlbusCor wrote Finaly I thought this day was going to be chapterless. Update soon
Answer - Sorry, I had to go to work. Can't sit at home all the time and do nothing but write. :)
RainWaters wrote That was really great. I can't wait for the next chappie! Do i get a little hintsy of whats gonna happen next?
Answer - little hintsy? You read this first your the beta remember?
captuniv wrote Harry seems to be doing very well in his teaching. Hope we'll see some more of his duties for the firsties. Liked the little lunch discussion with his fellow instructors. Laughed my butt off at Will's comment after the flying class. Keep it coming!!
Answer - Will is something isn't he? I like him too. Yes, we will be seeing more of Harry's duties as class sponsor.
skidgey wrote Thank you for posting such a wonderful story. Im glad for the giggles, and cant waite for more.
Answer - I made skidgey giggle, I made skidgey giggle! I'm such a brat!
By Darkmoore
"Sir, do you ever get used to having this stick between your legs?"
Harry just rolled his eyes and thought of Seamus Finnegan.
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Chapter Nine: Dyin' To Be Flyin'
Wednesday came bright and early and Harry wanted to stay in bed and sleep, but then realized that today he would get to spend almost all on the pitch giving flying tutorials. This made him spring out of bed and into the shower. When he was dressed and making his way out of his quarters to the dining hall for breakfast he turned to say goodbye to Sirius, but what he found in the painting stopped him in his tracks. There in the confines of the frame was not his godfather, but rather a large black dog.
"Sirius, you can transform even in your portrait?" Harry asked in bewilderment.
The great black dog 'woofed' at him as if in agreement.
"I'll take that as a yes," Harry said with a smile. "Oh well, have a fun day, I'll be on the pitch most of mine." Then he left for breakfast.
Harry ate breakfast and skimmed through the Daily Prophet making sure he wasn't in it before heading up to his office. Fitzy joined him moments later to walk to her classroom, which was down the hall from his.
"Good morning Harry." engaged the short plump Charms teacher.
"Good morning Professor Fitzy." he replied causing her to giggle and then he continued, "I understand my first years have their first Charms class today. You will tell me if they have any problems won't you?"
"Of course, I would Harry, it's a sponsor's responsibility to make sure their students are doing well. Of course, I understand myself that you tutoring my fourth years in flying today." He nodded in response. "Do try not killing any of them; the paper work would be the end of me." she said with a smile before heading into her office.
* * * * *
As the class bell rang Harry strode into his classroom and collected the homework assignment from the fifth years and promptly banished it into his office to be graded later. Then he turned to his class and said "Today, we are going to have a brief discussion on dueling techniques and then we are going to have a practical demonstration of them." The fifth years became excited.
Two hours later the six fifth year students exited the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom utterly exhausted and in the need of a nap but instead somehow managed to make their way into the Charms class room for their next lesson. After the fifth years left, Harry quickly locked his office and dashed down to the pitch to get it ready for the fourth years to start flying. He was very excited about having a full day's flying to look forward to.
As he had done the day before, Harry gathered seven Cleansweeps from the broom shed and placed them on the pitch along with his own broom and waited for the students to arrive. When they did he lined them up to begin the exercises of working with a broom. He almost duplicated his experience with the fourth years that he had with the first years the day before. Everyone enjoyed the lesson so much that when the lunch bell rang, no one wanted to put their brooms away and go eat.
* * * * *
After lunch was over the fourth years off were off to a History of Magic lesson, while Harry returned to the pitch and set up for the second years to arrive. When Harry looked up after setting the last broom on the ground, he saw six 12-year-olds practically running down to the pitch for the lesson. He smiled when he saw them and asked himself 'Was I that excited about flying?' then he thought, 'Yeah, probably worse.'
Once again he lined them up with their brooms and repeated the lesson once again. The second years had the time of their lives and truth be told so did Harry. So much so, they almost missed the bell that signaled the end of class. So Harry called them all to the ground, told them how well they had done that day and started to send them on their way to their next class.
"Professor Potter, we're done for the day after your class." said Daphne Feeney.
"Really Ms. Feeney?" said Harry as he pulled out the course schedule for Wednesday, "well what do you know, you are done for the day. I guess in that case you lot can practice some more while I have a lesson with the third years. Now mind you don't interfere or I'll send you all back up to the castle."
Six faces shined with glee as he continued, "Now remember no more than six feet off the ground, always fly in pairs and if someone falls off their broom come get me immediately."
Then Harry took out his wand and summoned eight more Cleansweeps from the broom shed for the third years and once again laid them out for the class as they made their way down to the pitch. Once again Harry lined them up with the brooms and repeated the lesson for the third years.
This time however, after the class had made three or four laps as a group, he allowed the two different groups to interact by getting a Quaffle out and allowing the two classes to have a modified version of Quidditch. Instead of having beaters and a seekers in the game, each team was allowed a keeper apiece and five chasers each. One of the third year boys, Jed Uzbek, wasn't very good with a broom and opted to not play but watch and keep score, while Harry refereed.
By the time the bell came for the end of fourth period and the beginning of the free period before dinner, everyone wanted to play another game. Before they could start Harry was interrupted by Theo Kotorwas, a sixth year student.
"Professor Potter? Since it's the free period, would you mind if we practiced flying for a while?"
Harry turned to see that Mr. Kotorwas was leading a group of sixth and seventh year's students, many of which had their own brooms already slung over their shoulders. All of them looked anxious to get onto the pitch.
Not all of the upper level students wanted to fly; some just came to watch, so Harry divided the remaining students in half and sent them to play with the younger groups. He also selected two upper levels as the new keepers, to give the former ones a chance to actually play for awhile. Luckily some of the younger students were getting tired and decided to watch themselves, which made the teams that much more manageable. Soon the pitch was filled with flying students and the stands were filled with cheers for their 'favorite' teams and everyone lost track of the time. That is until…
"ATTENTION, ATTENTION ALL STUDENTS! SINCE NO ONE CAME IN TO HAVE DINNER WITH THE REST OF US, WE'VE DECIDED TO JOIN YOU." said Madame Klump with the Sonorous charm.
Everyone turned to see most of the teachers, the remainder of the students and several house elves coming down to them with enough food for the entire school and was promptly laying it out picnic style at the edge of the pitch. The spectators quickly ran down to where the food was sat up and began eating while Harry and many of the students landed and did the same.
"Well, Professor, it seems that you've abducted the over half the student body, what do you have to say for yourself?" asked the Headmistress with a smile. "I dare say the rest of us had a terrible time keeping our pupils minds on their work today."
"Sorry about that." said Harry with a definite smirk plastered on his face.
"Liar." said Edwina with an even bigger smile.
"Well if you ask me, he should be reprimanded," began Fitzy, "when the fifth years came to class this morning, they were so tired from his class that they could barely function."
"Who, me? Would I do something like that to an honored colleague of mine?" asked Harry in mock innocence.
"Yes," Fitzy said and then stuck out her tongue causing Harry to laugh.
Edwina watched the exchange with a raised eye brow and decided on a different route of conversation. "So do you think with such a limited show of interest in flying that you'll get two teams out this bunch?" sarcasm dripping in her voice.
"I was actually hoping to get three teams." replied Harry, "that way we'll get more games for the season."
"How would you go about that? There are only two houses in the school. It's not like it was at Hogwarts you know?" said Vesta Sangeorge as she entered the conversation and sat down beside her best friend.
"Did you go to Hogwarts?" asked Harry, truly interested.
"Yes, I was a Ravenclaw. I graduated the year we had the Tri-Wizard Tournament." replied the stern potions mistress, "you won that I do believe."
The mention of the tournament always brought back memories of Cedric Diggory and with it a little sadness into Harry's eyes. However, he did his best to squash it and went back to the question at hand.
"I was hoping to get an all boys team, an all girls team and a mixed team. The first two teams would promote house unity and the third to promote school unity and co-operation. I was also hoping to get team sponsors, like we have school sponsors, someone to guide their team."
"What an interesting idea you have there Potter." said Professor Proctor, who had been eavesdropping on their conversation.
"Botolf? I didn't see you there." said Vesta, "how long have you been lingering about?"
He humphed in response to the sharp witted teacher's barb and continued, "I would be happy to sponsor the all boys team. Give them something to strive for, since my sixth year boys will most likely all make the team anyway." Professor Proctor then sat up looking quite self important.
The three ladies chuckled at the transfiguration teacher and Harry rolled his eyes.
* * * * *
Later that night as Harry sat in his office grading the fifth year's homework after he had a long shower and a fresh set of robes on, he realized something very important, 'If I assign this long essays then I have to read the damn things later.'
'Must think of a new way of giving homework,' Harry mused to himself, 'those three foot essays from the N.E.W.T. level classes are going to make me go blind.' However he continued to grade them, which didn't take too long, there are only six of them after all.
After he finished the last essay, Fitzy dropped in to let him know how his first years did in their first Charms class. "As a group they did splendidly Harry. Though I think Mr. Beagle may end up being a little behind the rest, but otherwise, I'd say they were right on track."
"What's wrong with Will? Is he not getting the concept or is he just not good at charms?" asked Harry with concern.
"Oh no, nothing like that, it's a common problem I see with many Muggle born students. They simply didn't grow up with magic as part of their day-to-day lives and it's all new to them now." Fitzy said soothingly and continued, "They all get better by mid-term when it's been digested that they can do it now." Then she smiled at him.
"I know how they feel, when I first went to school, I felt as lost as possible." admitted Harry.
"You're a Muggle born? I thought that your parents were both magical?" asked a confused Fitzy.
"Oh they were, but after they died, my only living relatives were Muggles. So I didn't live in the wizarding world until I went off to Hogwarts."
"I remember getting my first letter also. I had no idea that all those interesting things I could do was magic. It was the best day in my life when first went to Ravenbeaux." said Fitzy with a far away look in her eyes.
"Ravenbeaux?" asked a confused Harry. He had never heard of that school, was it in France?
"Its one of the smaller schools here in England, like Honeychurch is," she explained, "but it was started by a family of French wizarding about seven hundred years ago. Anyway, my mum and dad were dead set against me going to any school with magic being the main course of study. They wanted me to become a doctor."
"You're a Muggle born then? I wondered by you had a Muggle sense of humor." said Harry.
The Charms professor smiled at him and had every intention of leaning in when a small blue bird flew into the room and started flying in between the two teachers.
"Hello Lotus." said a slightly annoyed Charms professor as she held out her hand for the small bird to land on.
"Lotus?" Harry asked having never seen a bird like this one before.
"Yes, it's Vesta's pet Jobberknoll. She keeps it for the tail feathers; they are dead useful in truth serums and in memory potions. I wonder how you managed to escape from your cage." said a suspicious Fitzy.
"Maybe one of us should return him, or is it her, to Vesta. She might be missing it." said a clueless Harry.
"Oh I'll do it, I need to have a word with her anyway. I'll talk to you again later Harry."
"Goodnight."
* * * * *
After Harry returned to his quarters his thought drifted back to a few hours ago to just after dinner. The students played out on the pitch for a while longer, but it soon became dark and Harry sent them back inside the castle to shower and do homework. Mr. Beagle and Mr. Malfoy helped him put the school brooms away in the shed, while Harry put the Quaffle back in the equipment chest.
As Harry was walking back to retrieve his Firebolt, he sent the two boys up to the castle, but Xander Malfoy stayed behind for a few moments. When he approached Harry he looked him dead in the eye and said….
"Professor, about Lucius….."
Harry stopped dead in his tracks, this was the one conversation he was dreading more than any other, but listened intently to his student, expecting the worst.
"thank you sir." Then Xander Malfoy ran off and caught up with his new best friend in the world, Will Beagle leaving a stunned Harry Potter on the pitch.
To Be Continued…
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Author's Note: To everyone who reviewed, thanks again...
athenakitty wrote How long will Pig stay at Honeychurch? Will Harry figure out that the women teachers are hitting on him? Will Harry go visit Hogwarts on his days off? Will there be a working relationship with Botolf? Who's the mysterious person that Ron's bringing? Is it Oliver Wood? Hermione Granger? Ginny Weasley?
Answer - Pig left already. Not all the female staff isi hitting on Harry. Prof. Celeste Morgan hasn't really interacted with him (yet), Prof. Terentia Smallwood hash only spoken with him in a friendly manner, & Prof. Fronia Thorne is happily married and has grandchildren. Botolf Proctor will appear again soon. Wait and find out who's coming. :)
Tynkerbell wrote hehehe im addicted almmost as good as the real stuff! who is the younger female teacher is she there yet or did i miss something?!?!?!?!
Answer - Harry is the youngest member of staff presently. However, both Maude Fitzhugh and Vesta Sangeorge are close to his age, only older by a couple of years.
CastusAlbusCor wrote Finaly I thought this day was going to be chapterless. Update soon
Answer - Sorry, I had to go to work. Can't sit at home all the time and do nothing but write. :)
RainWaters wrote That was really great. I can't wait for the next chappie! Do i get a little hintsy of whats gonna happen next?
Answer - little hintsy? You read this first your the beta remember?
captuniv wrote Harry seems to be doing very well in his teaching. Hope we'll see some more of his duties for the firsties. Liked the little lunch discussion with his fellow instructors. Laughed my butt off at Will's comment after the flying class. Keep it coming!!
Answer - Will is something isn't he? I like him too. Yes, we will be seeing more of Harry's duties as class sponsor.
skidgey wrote Thank you for posting such a wonderful story. Im glad for the giggles, and cant waite for more.
Answer - I made skidgey giggle, I made skidgey giggle! I'm such a brat!