I quite obviously do not own any of the Harry Potter characters;
Bernadette walked down the cobbled path to the main entrance, her boots crunched as she stepped on the gravel and pushed the heavy oak door open. As she strode into the school she gasped at the magnificent decor, the warm reds and golds of the rugs, the beautifully hung portraits beamed at her. Bernadette wasn't a student. She was the new DATDA Teacher at Hogwarts. At only 21 she was extremely advanced for her years. She knew incantations people 50 years older could not master, and she was eager to succeed. She was petite in frame yet tall, her raven coloured hair gleamed, tied back neatly in a knot, her green eyes ignited her porcelain skin...she wore dark green robes with french styled boots. A single emerald ring shone on her left hand. Her train had arrived late, so it was straight into the first lesson. Concealing her nervousness she walked into the musty dungeon to the front desk, the class went silent.
'Hello Class,' she said placing her books down 'I'm your new DATDA tutor, my name is...' taking her wand out of her pocket she wrote two words in the air;
'PROFESSOR MARVOLO'
She heard a gasp and a few mumbles of 'Riddle?' 'Is there a problem Class?' she enquired.
A boy with blonde hair put his hand up
'Yes?' 'It's just...that's an unusal name isn't it' he said. 'And...' he looked at a boy in spectacles, smirking he said rather loudly 'Are you familiar with Tom Marvolo Riddle?' she froze, looking straight at the boy she replied 'Of Course'...the class seemed to jump backwards in utter shock 'Who hasn't. Everyone knows about the Chamber of Secrets that fool opened.' she heard many a sigh of relief and turned around to face the blackboard once more.
After Class all of the students left, but one. Who she had learnt was named Draco Malfoy.
'Can I help you Draco?' 'I was wondering, who is your Father? You see my father may know him.' 'My father is Albert Raleigh.' 'But your surname...are you married?' 'No I am not' 'Then how...' 'That, Draco does not concern you. I suggest you leave or you shall be late for Transfiguration.' She regretted being so harsh the moment she said it, she didn't like the look in this boy's eyes...it reminded her of someone...He looked at her with a slightly disgusted look on his face and walked out, slamming the door behind him. A candle fell of a shelf.
Bernadette walked down the cobbled path to the main entrance, her boots crunched as she stepped on the gravel and pushed the heavy oak door open. As she strode into the school she gasped at the magnificent decor, the warm reds and golds of the rugs, the beautifully hung portraits beamed at her. Bernadette wasn't a student. She was the new DATDA Teacher at Hogwarts. At only 21 she was extremely advanced for her years. She knew incantations people 50 years older could not master, and she was eager to succeed. She was petite in frame yet tall, her raven coloured hair gleamed, tied back neatly in a knot, her green eyes ignited her porcelain skin...she wore dark green robes with french styled boots. A single emerald ring shone on her left hand. Her train had arrived late, so it was straight into the first lesson. Concealing her nervousness she walked into the musty dungeon to the front desk, the class went silent.
'Hello Class,' she said placing her books down 'I'm your new DATDA tutor, my name is...' taking her wand out of her pocket she wrote two words in the air;
'PROFESSOR MARVOLO'
She heard a gasp and a few mumbles of 'Riddle?' 'Is there a problem Class?' she enquired.
A boy with blonde hair put his hand up
'Yes?' 'It's just...that's an unusal name isn't it' he said. 'And...' he looked at a boy in spectacles, smirking he said rather loudly 'Are you familiar with Tom Marvolo Riddle?' she froze, looking straight at the boy she replied 'Of Course'...the class seemed to jump backwards in utter shock 'Who hasn't. Everyone knows about the Chamber of Secrets that fool opened.' she heard many a sigh of relief and turned around to face the blackboard once more.
After Class all of the students left, but one. Who she had learnt was named Draco Malfoy.
'Can I help you Draco?' 'I was wondering, who is your Father? You see my father may know him.' 'My father is Albert Raleigh.' 'But your surname...are you married?' 'No I am not' 'Then how...' 'That, Draco does not concern you. I suggest you leave or you shall be late for Transfiguration.' She regretted being so harsh the moment she said it, she didn't like the look in this boy's eyes...it reminded her of someone...He looked at her with a slightly disgusted look on his face and walked out, slamming the door behind him. A candle fell of a shelf.