'words' mean someone's thinking.
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Jase woke up the next morning and found Emp flapping his wings around wildly with two letters attached to his leg. "Looks like Rose didn't send one this time." She said to herself. She gasped as she looked at the time. 8:30! 'Damnit! I'm late!' she thought. She got ready, and ran as fast as she could to Potions class.
"Looks like Cole is late for her first class..." sneered the same professor who had stopped her from kicking Malfoy's ass. Jase looked around the room for a bit. Not only was Slytherin in the class, but so was Ravenclaw, who, some were giving her a look of fear, and the others, a look of disgust.
"Sorry Professor... um... uhhhhh-." Said Jase, not exactly knowing what his name was.
"SNAPE!" he snapped. "I am also the head of Slytherin house... so you better do as I say."
"Yes sir" she replied.
"Go sit next to Malfoy."
Jase rolled her eyes as she neared him, and sat down. "Looks like faith brought us together." he whispered cockily. Jase could feel her eye twitching as Malfoy's hand touched hers.
"Rrrrrr!! Get off of me!" she growled.
"COLE!!" snapped Snape "I don't know what you learned at Wonbrat, but talking here is unacceptable. Usually I'll give detentions, but since it's your first day, I'll excuse you for being late AND talking." He finished, and continued teaching. Jase tuned out for the rest of the lesson.
Her daydream was interrupted by a bell, which told them it was time for their next class. She looked at her schedule as she exited the room. 'Defense Against the dark Arts... with Gryffindor'
Harry watched the door as Jase came in and sat down. This was his sixth year at Hogwarts, and all the Defense Against the Dark Arts (a/n: I'll just called it DADA (lol) from now on) teachers have left. When his new teacher turned around, he looked at Jase and they both stared at each other, as if they knew each other from before.
"Miss Cole" he said with his fake, snobbish British accent, as he walked over to Jase. "long time no see."
"Mr. Jamison... it has been two years." She replied, playing along, as she scanned her teacher with her eyes. He hasn't changed since he was her teacher at Wonbrat two years ago. His black hair was jelled back neatly as it always had been, he still had a goatee and his face still wore that serious, but sarcastic expression.
"You haven't changed one bit. But I don't remember seeing this one." He said, as he pointed to her eyebrow piercing. Jase nodded.
"So, how does it feel being in a school where your students are closer in age then your fellow teachers?" she asked (Mr. Jamison was only 26.)
He reddened and completely ignored the question "Nice seeing you again." He said, and patted her on the shoulder. "Ok everyone!" he said loudly as he walked to the front of the class. "Take your seats and shut up!" everyone was silent immediately. "Good" his loud voice echoed within the room. "Now. What I want you to do is when I call your name, I'll teach you how to perform the Patronus spell." A moan passed through the Slytherin side of the class. The Patronus spell wasn't the easiest one. "YOU MAY BE THINKING" he shouted over the class's rumpus, but once again, they immediately quieted down. 'Definitely and improvement from before.' thought Jase remembering how hard it was for Mr. Jamison to control the class. "That it's way too early in the year to be learning this complicated spell. I completely agree with you."
"Then why are you making us do it?" Jase muttered, hoping no one would here her complaint.
"But, you still must learn it because," he continued and gave Jase a stare that said 'I heard that' "The Patronus spell can tell me what your character is like. Now, I want to make things clear, just because I know JASE from before does NOT mean that she gets special treatment and has everything easier, and gets extra marks for end of term." He finished, whipping his head toward Jase, who was turning beat-red from embarrassment. 'Why me?' She whined in her head. She was ALWAYS the one who Mr. Jamison picked on.
"Should be easy for us, especially you." Whispered Ron to Harry "you've had practice since third year!" Harry nodded.
"You, redhead!" said Mr. Jamison, in a strict, but friendly matter. "What's your name?"
"R-Ron Weasley Sir." Said Ron, trembling with fear.
"Weasley..." he said as he rubbed his goatee, "Weasley... were have I heard that name before? OH YEA!!! Your brothers own that joke shop place... Right?" Ron grinned nervously and nodded. "Right... were was I? Oh yes... no talking."
"Yes Sir." Said Ron, still trembling slightly.
"Alright then! Let's start from the top of the list." He continued. Jase put her head down on the table, knowing there must be someone whose last name starts with 'A' or 'B' "Aha! Well, Jase, looks like your up first." He said with a sarcastic smile on his face.
"You gotta be kidding me!" She complained.
"Yup! And your reward for guessing this is, you get to go first!" he teased.
"Pft. Nice reward." garbled Jase as she got lazily out of her seat and walked in front of the room. She griped her wand in her sweaty hands.
"Now," whispered Mr. Jamison in her ear "what I want you to do is take a step forward, aim your wand at a target and yell Expecto Patronum. Now... this one needs A LOT of concentration... focus all your energy into doing this."
Jase's face was in a concentrated frown when she nodded. She focused real hard, and to her, taking that one step and aiming it seemed like an eternity, then she yelled at the top of her lungs "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
Jase woke up the next morning and found Emp flapping his wings around wildly with two letters attached to his leg. "Looks like Rose didn't send one this time." She said to herself. She gasped as she looked at the time. 8:30! 'Damnit! I'm late!' she thought. She got ready, and ran as fast as she could to Potions class.
"Looks like Cole is late for her first class..." sneered the same professor who had stopped her from kicking Malfoy's ass. Jase looked around the room for a bit. Not only was Slytherin in the class, but so was Ravenclaw, who, some were giving her a look of fear, and the others, a look of disgust.
"Sorry Professor... um... uhhhhh-." Said Jase, not exactly knowing what his name was.
"SNAPE!" he snapped. "I am also the head of Slytherin house... so you better do as I say."
"Yes sir" she replied.
"Go sit next to Malfoy."
Jase rolled her eyes as she neared him, and sat down. "Looks like faith brought us together." he whispered cockily. Jase could feel her eye twitching as Malfoy's hand touched hers.
"Rrrrrr!! Get off of me!" she growled.
"COLE!!" snapped Snape "I don't know what you learned at Wonbrat, but talking here is unacceptable. Usually I'll give detentions, but since it's your first day, I'll excuse you for being late AND talking." He finished, and continued teaching. Jase tuned out for the rest of the lesson.
Her daydream was interrupted by a bell, which told them it was time for their next class. She looked at her schedule as she exited the room. 'Defense Against the dark Arts... with Gryffindor'
Harry watched the door as Jase came in and sat down. This was his sixth year at Hogwarts, and all the Defense Against the Dark Arts (a/n: I'll just called it DADA (lol) from now on) teachers have left. When his new teacher turned around, he looked at Jase and they both stared at each other, as if they knew each other from before.
"Miss Cole" he said with his fake, snobbish British accent, as he walked over to Jase. "long time no see."
"Mr. Jamison... it has been two years." She replied, playing along, as she scanned her teacher with her eyes. He hasn't changed since he was her teacher at Wonbrat two years ago. His black hair was jelled back neatly as it always had been, he still had a goatee and his face still wore that serious, but sarcastic expression.
"You haven't changed one bit. But I don't remember seeing this one." He said, as he pointed to her eyebrow piercing. Jase nodded.
"So, how does it feel being in a school where your students are closer in age then your fellow teachers?" she asked (Mr. Jamison was only 26.)
He reddened and completely ignored the question "Nice seeing you again." He said, and patted her on the shoulder. "Ok everyone!" he said loudly as he walked to the front of the class. "Take your seats and shut up!" everyone was silent immediately. "Good" his loud voice echoed within the room. "Now. What I want you to do is when I call your name, I'll teach you how to perform the Patronus spell." A moan passed through the Slytherin side of the class. The Patronus spell wasn't the easiest one. "YOU MAY BE THINKING" he shouted over the class's rumpus, but once again, they immediately quieted down. 'Definitely and improvement from before.' thought Jase remembering how hard it was for Mr. Jamison to control the class. "That it's way too early in the year to be learning this complicated spell. I completely agree with you."
"Then why are you making us do it?" Jase muttered, hoping no one would here her complaint.
"But, you still must learn it because," he continued and gave Jase a stare that said 'I heard that' "The Patronus spell can tell me what your character is like. Now, I want to make things clear, just because I know JASE from before does NOT mean that she gets special treatment and has everything easier, and gets extra marks for end of term." He finished, whipping his head toward Jase, who was turning beat-red from embarrassment. 'Why me?' She whined in her head. She was ALWAYS the one who Mr. Jamison picked on.
"Should be easy for us, especially you." Whispered Ron to Harry "you've had practice since third year!" Harry nodded.
"You, redhead!" said Mr. Jamison, in a strict, but friendly matter. "What's your name?"
"R-Ron Weasley Sir." Said Ron, trembling with fear.
"Weasley..." he said as he rubbed his goatee, "Weasley... were have I heard that name before? OH YEA!!! Your brothers own that joke shop place... Right?" Ron grinned nervously and nodded. "Right... were was I? Oh yes... no talking."
"Yes Sir." Said Ron, still trembling slightly.
"Alright then! Let's start from the top of the list." He continued. Jase put her head down on the table, knowing there must be someone whose last name starts with 'A' or 'B' "Aha! Well, Jase, looks like your up first." He said with a sarcastic smile on his face.
"You gotta be kidding me!" She complained.
"Yup! And your reward for guessing this is, you get to go first!" he teased.
"Pft. Nice reward." garbled Jase as she got lazily out of her seat and walked in front of the room. She griped her wand in her sweaty hands.
"Now," whispered Mr. Jamison in her ear "what I want you to do is take a step forward, aim your wand at a target and yell Expecto Patronum. Now... this one needs A LOT of concentration... focus all your energy into doing this."
Jase's face was in a concentrated frown when she nodded. She focused real hard, and to her, taking that one step and aiming it seemed like an eternity, then she yelled at the top of her lungs "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"