Nobara: Okay, I'm back. Cohutta was lovely...
Harry: Where's Cohutta
Nobara: In the middle of a forest in the middle of nowhere
Ron: Gotcha
Nobara: Okay, so anyways. Do you know who the professor is? I know who you think it is and I was going to have one of my beloved twists in it but because I love you all so much, I won't
Hiei: Hasn't everything you ever loved died?
Harry, Ron, & Hermione::move away from authoress
Nobara:Yes....::hugs Hiei:: Hiei I love with all my black little heart!
Hiei::tries pushing Nobara away:: Is this suppose to be a hint??
Ron: Nobara owns nothing, and at the rate she's going never will.
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"Tourneti?..." Hermione muttered to herself and took on a consentrative expression, apparently she had heard that name before. "Good morning professor," said the class in a monotone voice. Professor Tourneti pulled back the hood and undid the clasp of her cloak. Before the class stood the young warrioress Harry had helped the day before. "What? Is this some kind of joke?" asked Draco from behind Harry. Sarina arched her eyebrow at the young wizard as her cloak floated to a nearby stand. "What do you mean Mr. Malfoy?" she asked. "You look like you're suppose to be in the class, not teach it," he replied. She walked up to the blonde haired Draco in a movement no one seemed to see. Cupping his chin in her hand she leaned towards him, "Looks can be decieving Mr. Malfoy, I could kill you right now in forty-seven different ways and you wouldn't realize it until you were six feet under," she whispered and let her hand drop. Draco, Ron, and Harry's mouths hung open, DADA was going to be very interesting this year.
"This is your last year here. I will be the last DADA professor you have to listen through. If you can survive me, things such as Dementors, Death Eaters, and even Voldemort-" A few gasps were heard from the class at the name of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. "Good lord, it's just a name. There is no reason to fear a name," Sarina snapped. The class hushed and stared at her, was she brave, defiant, or just stupid? "As I was saying, even Voldemort himself will not be a challenge for you," she finished. Harry looked at her with an odd stare, the longer he knew her the more of a mystery she became. "Professor Tourneti, exactly how old are you?" asked a redhead Harry had never seen before. "Older than any of you could imagine," she replied with a soft laugh. The class went by rather smoothly after that, Sarina had assigned them the first ten chapters of "Encounters" by Heloise McDunadel (a/n: I tried?).
At dinner Sarina was sitting by Snape who threw her dirty glances every so often, apparently she had done something to him in the past that wouldn't allow him to keep his eyes off her, glaring or not. The case was the same with many of the boys. No matter how snappish and mean she seemed there seemed to be something about her that was very attracting. "I know that I've read that name before...Tourneti..." muttered Hermione as she flipped through the pages of a large book she had brought with her to dinner. Harry looked at Herminoe then to Sarina, there was something odd about her, very odd. "Hello Harry, Ron, Hermione," said a voice from above as Nearly Headless Nick appeared out of nowhere. "Hello Sir Nicholas," they replied with a smile as the ghost began floating away. "Excuse me, Nick, can you tell me about Sarina Tourneti?" Harry asked in a low voice.
Sir Nicholas thought for a moment and shook his head, "All I could tell you is that she was once engaged to Snape and Hagrid and Dumbledore I believe," he replied. Harry's eyes flew open, Dumbledore? Exactly what kind of woman was she? "Thank you," Harry replied and looked up at the teacher's table. Sarina was absently boring holes into her baked potatoe with a knife, bored apparently. Sir Nicholas hovered behind Dumbledore, chatting with him and Professor McGonagall. Snape leaned over to Sarina an whispered something in her ear that surprised her. The knife went clattering to her plate and towards the floor. In an attempt to catch it the warrioress held out her hand. Pulling it back in slight pain as the blade sliced open her palm, the shimmery black blood began to pour from her hand as though she had been shot.
"Are you alright Professor?" asked Nicholas as he moved towards her. Sarina held up the hand in a motion for him to stop but before she spoke the ghost ran into her hand. Instead of going right through her Nicholas was stopped by her hand and she watched on in what seemed to be slight horror. It took a moment for everyone else to realize that ghosts can go through anything. The pale outline of Nicholas began to grow darker and he took on a normal human look as his hovering stopped and he stood on the floor. The mouths of the students, and even the staff save for Dumbledore and Hagrid, dropped open to show their shock of Nicholas being brought back to life after centuries of being dead. "Did Professor Tourneti just give him a body?" asked Ron.
After a few moments Hermione begin to flip through the pages of her book madly, searching for the thing about Tourneti. "Excuse me Professor Dumbledore," she said and left, holding her still bleeding hand. Dinner went by uneventful after that and the students went to their beds.
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Nobara: Ta-daa, one more chapter down. And I'm sorry that the chapters are like Hiei
Hiei: Devilishly beautiful and power?
Ron: Egotistical much?
Nobara: No, short
Hiei::growls::
Nobara: Anyways, the next Chapter will take place closer to Christmas. Okay so, love ya, mean, bye bye.
Harry: Where's Cohutta
Nobara: In the middle of a forest in the middle of nowhere
Ron: Gotcha
Nobara: Okay, so anyways. Do you know who the professor is? I know who you think it is and I was going to have one of my beloved twists in it but because I love you all so much, I won't
Hiei: Hasn't everything you ever loved died?
Harry, Ron, & Hermione::move away from authoress
Nobara:Yes....::hugs Hiei:: Hiei I love with all my black little heart!
Hiei::tries pushing Nobara away:: Is this suppose to be a hint??
Ron: Nobara owns nothing, and at the rate she's going never will.
(/(/(/(/(/(/(/(/(/
"Tourneti?..." Hermione muttered to herself and took on a consentrative expression, apparently she had heard that name before. "Good morning professor," said the class in a monotone voice. Professor Tourneti pulled back the hood and undid the clasp of her cloak. Before the class stood the young warrioress Harry had helped the day before. "What? Is this some kind of joke?" asked Draco from behind Harry. Sarina arched her eyebrow at the young wizard as her cloak floated to a nearby stand. "What do you mean Mr. Malfoy?" she asked. "You look like you're suppose to be in the class, not teach it," he replied. She walked up to the blonde haired Draco in a movement no one seemed to see. Cupping his chin in her hand she leaned towards him, "Looks can be decieving Mr. Malfoy, I could kill you right now in forty-seven different ways and you wouldn't realize it until you were six feet under," she whispered and let her hand drop. Draco, Ron, and Harry's mouths hung open, DADA was going to be very interesting this year.
"This is your last year here. I will be the last DADA professor you have to listen through. If you can survive me, things such as Dementors, Death Eaters, and even Voldemort-" A few gasps were heard from the class at the name of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. "Good lord, it's just a name. There is no reason to fear a name," Sarina snapped. The class hushed and stared at her, was she brave, defiant, or just stupid? "As I was saying, even Voldemort himself will not be a challenge for you," she finished. Harry looked at her with an odd stare, the longer he knew her the more of a mystery she became. "Professor Tourneti, exactly how old are you?" asked a redhead Harry had never seen before. "Older than any of you could imagine," she replied with a soft laugh. The class went by rather smoothly after that, Sarina had assigned them the first ten chapters of "Encounters" by Heloise McDunadel (a/n: I tried?).
At dinner Sarina was sitting by Snape who threw her dirty glances every so often, apparently she had done something to him in the past that wouldn't allow him to keep his eyes off her, glaring or not. The case was the same with many of the boys. No matter how snappish and mean she seemed there seemed to be something about her that was very attracting. "I know that I've read that name before...Tourneti..." muttered Hermione as she flipped through the pages of a large book she had brought with her to dinner. Harry looked at Herminoe then to Sarina, there was something odd about her, very odd. "Hello Harry, Ron, Hermione," said a voice from above as Nearly Headless Nick appeared out of nowhere. "Hello Sir Nicholas," they replied with a smile as the ghost began floating away. "Excuse me, Nick, can you tell me about Sarina Tourneti?" Harry asked in a low voice.
Sir Nicholas thought for a moment and shook his head, "All I could tell you is that she was once engaged to Snape and Hagrid and Dumbledore I believe," he replied. Harry's eyes flew open, Dumbledore? Exactly what kind of woman was she? "Thank you," Harry replied and looked up at the teacher's table. Sarina was absently boring holes into her baked potatoe with a knife, bored apparently. Sir Nicholas hovered behind Dumbledore, chatting with him and Professor McGonagall. Snape leaned over to Sarina an whispered something in her ear that surprised her. The knife went clattering to her plate and towards the floor. In an attempt to catch it the warrioress held out her hand. Pulling it back in slight pain as the blade sliced open her palm, the shimmery black blood began to pour from her hand as though she had been shot.
"Are you alright Professor?" asked Nicholas as he moved towards her. Sarina held up the hand in a motion for him to stop but before she spoke the ghost ran into her hand. Instead of going right through her Nicholas was stopped by her hand and she watched on in what seemed to be slight horror. It took a moment for everyone else to realize that ghosts can go through anything. The pale outline of Nicholas began to grow darker and he took on a normal human look as his hovering stopped and he stood on the floor. The mouths of the students, and even the staff save for Dumbledore and Hagrid, dropped open to show their shock of Nicholas being brought back to life after centuries of being dead. "Did Professor Tourneti just give him a body?" asked Ron.
After a few moments Hermione begin to flip through the pages of her book madly, searching for the thing about Tourneti. "Excuse me Professor Dumbledore," she said and left, holding her still bleeding hand. Dinner went by uneventful after that and the students went to their beds.
(/(/(/(/(/
Nobara: Ta-daa, one more chapter down. And I'm sorry that the chapters are like Hiei
Hiei: Devilishly beautiful and power?
Ron: Egotistical much?
Nobara: No, short
Hiei::growls::
Nobara: Anyways, the next Chapter will take place closer to Christmas. Okay so, love ya, mean, bye bye.