PHYSICAL DEFENSE
The next day all the 6th year Gryffindor and Slytherin students took their seats in the Physical Defense classroom. As the students filed in they looked at Spike in shock. He was sitting on his desk, cigarette in hand and he was lighting it up as he talked to me. I had no problem with it because I was used to him smoking, plus I didn't need to breathe so I didn't when he was smoking. Some of the students were arguing about how disrespectful he was. He didn't seem to care though because he just got up and stood in front of the class, cigarette between his lips.
"Right, so you all are the 6th year rivals. To tell you kids now, if there is any fighting between you that is not assigned by me, you will be having the worst time babysitting my kid here. Trust me. Not even the bravest and most professional babysitter could handle her." He looked around the room at all the shocked faces as he took a drag on his cigarette. He looked at me and smiled.
Harry and Ron looked at each other and smiled as Spike told them about the dangers of fighting. The lesson was boring but his face made it very amusing. He may not have known it but he was making weird faces as he talked about, probably, his least favorite subject. Harry noticed something that was going on in the pictures behind Spike.
"I wonder what's going on with those pictures. You don't think they're scared of him do you?" Harry said in the softest voice he could muster/
"I bet they are. I think they can sense what he is." Ron whispered back.
Spike kept talking even though he had heard what Ron had said. He would get the time to talk to him. He finished talking with enough time to give them their assignment.
"Alright. I want you all to write an essay on the dangers of fighting. If you heard anything I said you should get this done in about ten minutes. If you weren't listening then your bloody screwed. Due Thursday. You're dismissed." All the students got up to leave.
"Harry and Ron stay here a minute." they looked at him in horror.
"You don't think he heard us do you?" asked Ron.
"Yes I did Ron." He pointed to his ears. "Vampire. You seem to already know that. Know now that you cant get away with much with us. But I bet I can get on your good side pretty easy." He smiled. They looked at him funny. "I can tell that there are some people in that class that you would love to see get into some sort of trouble. Malfoy perhaps? I over heard him talking to his friends about you. They seem to talk about you a lot." Harry turned to Ron.
"That's a scary thought.' he turned back to Spike. ' Professor, are we going to do anything other than essays."
"Of course I just wanted to make them think I could be hard if I wanted to be. You two don't need to do the assignment. I have something else I need you to do. Can you take this to Professor Wesley? Wow that sounds bloody weird. Oh well. Please do not look in it. Tell him that I found it in the forest." He handed them a package and left.
"What do you think it is?" asked Harry
"I don't know, but we better not look in it. I don't fancy taking care of that kid of his, or worse, I don't fancy Spike making us do that assignment." They walked out of the room and headed towards Wesley's classroom.
