Chapter 8: The First Classes
Ron looked at her and nodded, staring, "Yes, yes I guess we do."
As everyone was too busy staring at Adrienne on the balcony, no one noticed that Pigwidgeon flew out of the open door into the hallway of the dormitory.
Colin Creevy walked though the door, camera in hand nose pointed toward the ceiling.
"Was that your owl Ron?" he asked, looking behind him.
"Pigwidgeon!" Ron bellowed, running out of the door.
Hermione, Harry and Adrienne followed him. Adrienne's long hair hit Colin as she ran out of the room.
Hermione started to look for her wand, and tried to magic the owl to captivity. She was unsuccessful in her search. Ron was busy yelling at Pig as if that would help. Harry was shooing off Colin and looking for Pig. Adrienne finally got fed-up and decided to get Pigwidgeon herself.
"Confinus!" she shouted, and Pigwidgeon stopped in mid-air in the corner of the common room.
Ron ran over to Pig, and asked Fred to get him down. This was a bad idea, because Fred managed to get Ron up to the ceiling, he now had Pigwidgeon, but he was stuck up there.
Hermione was to busy peering oddly at Adrienne.
"What?" Adrienne asked.
"Where's your wand?"
Adrienne pulled something out from behind her back.
"Here," now she looked at Hermione weird.
"Where else would it be?" Adrienne scoffed.
Adrienne looked laughing up at Ron, "Want help?" She asked, and with a wave of her wand Ron slowly drifted down toward the common room floor and once he was 10 feet away from it, fell hard into an armchair. Then he raced over to his common room, Harry at his heels.
As the girls walked back to their dormitory Adrienne had wondered why Hermione had asked where her wand was. She most certainly had it.
The next day they all came down to breakfast in the Great Hall and got their course schedules, ate and were off to their first class.
"Great, we've got double Defense Against the Dark Arts today. We can meet the new teacher." Hermione said as her, Ron, Harry, and Adrienne headed down to the Defense Against the Dark Arts room.
Ron was busy complaining to Adrienne about how they had to have her class after school on Wednesday.
'Geeze, well I'm sorry Ron, let me go complain to Dumbledore' Adrienne thought, but she held it in.
"I'm sorry Ron, but I have to take classes too so they had to put it at the end of the day."
"Sure." Ron grumbled.
They reached the door of the classroom, and saw nearly half the class congregated around it.
"It's locked." Seamus said.
Just then they could hear a shouting voice and Professor Zimmer sliding done the railing of the nearest staircase.
The class laughed and shouted, and once she hit the floor, she stood up, brushed herself off, and held her wand up to the door. She placed it in the keyhole and it unlocked. They filed into the classroom and sat down. She took out the attendance sheet and started to call out names of students.
"Lavender Brown?"
"Here."
"Seamus Finnagan?"
"Ya? Oh, here."
"Hermione Granger?"
"Present!"
"Show-off," Ron mumbles teasing Hermione.
"Adrienne McKinnon?"
"Yup."
There was a whisper after this announcement.
"Neville Longbottom?"
"Here."
"Pavati Patil?"
"Harry Potter?" At this name, Zimmer looked around the room to see who would answer.
"I'm here," Harry said waving a hand.
"Here."
"Dean Thomas?"
"Yup."
"Ronald Weasley?"
"Gone..."
Then Hermione said briskly, "No, Professor, he's here!"
Everyone looked at Hermione with like a sort of marvel on their faces. "Thank you Mrs. Obvious" Harry whispered to Hermione. She growled at him that she was only being helpful. Adrienne and Ron were giggling at the two.
Professor Zimmer walked up to the desk, and opened her book, and then nodded to herself.
"Professor Lupin has told me that-" She began, but was broken off by Harry shouting.
"You've SEEN him? You've SEEN Professor Lupin!"
She looked startled and slightly uncomfortable about the question and answered confused. "Yes, I have seen him, Now to get on with the lesson..." She said looking at Harry oddly. "He has told me that you have had a throughout teaching of Dark Creatures, Dark Curses and Gilderoy Lockhart's life. Is that true?"
The whole class had laughed at the last part because it was true that Lockhart did tell them his entire life story, instead of teaching them anything about Dark Arts. Adrienne just looked around, confused.
"Well this year, sort of corresponding with Professor McKinnon's class-" She was cut off again, but this time by Adrienne.
"Professor, please, Adrienne, please."
She laughed, and nodded her head in agreement, "Now seems like a good time to bring up that I too am uncomfortable being called Professor, but calling me Zimmer would be funny. You can call me that if you like, but please call me Missy. Now back to what I was talking about... Ah yes, Adrienne's class will be about the magic things you do not hear about everyday, and I'm going to teach you about the evil behind the everyday witch or wizard."
There was a pause, and then Ron opened his mouth.
"You want to know what that means exactly Ronald Arthur Weasley?"
Ron just looked at her, opened mouthed.
"You see this is one of my secret abilities. I'm sorry Ron, but I'm going to use you as a lab rat."
Ron looked a bit uncomfortable at this.
"Don't you worry Ron, I won't try to embarrass you. I am a prediviner and a diviner. That means I can predict the future and evaluate your past. Miss Brown and Miss Patil please don't interrupt me about Sibyll Trelawney."
The class looked over at the pair, and without a doubt, they were there, hands on their hips, mouths open, then they closed them in awe.
"I will tell you along with the class many things about you, Ron. You were born March first at St. Mungos. You live in Ottery St. Catchpole, The Burrow to be precise."
Ron nodded, obviously in too much awe to do anything else.
"You're whole family is in or was in Gryffindor. Except an accountant in the family you don't talk about. You are the seventh child, and ---."
Ron looked like he was about to be sick all over his textbook. She stopped, and then briskly turned around and said, "That's enough with him... does anyone else want to give it a try?"
Hermione and Harry were looking at Ron because they knew that he was the 6th born, and Adrienne was looking at him because he looked horrible.
Professor Zimmer continued to tell people about themselves, while Harry and Hermione tended to Ron.
"Ron, she was wrong! You win!" Hermione said cheerfully, she despised all fortune telling; no matter who thought they could do it.
Ron didn't even respond to her declaration of winning. He was just staring at the desk.
"Ron, she was wrong, wasn't she?" Harry said, leaning over to Ron.
Ron looked as if someone just gave him a tiny shock. "She's right. I had another brother, before Charlie. His name was Michael. When he was my age he drown in the moat that used to be around our house. After that Mum and Dad filled it in and taught our whole family anti-drowning spells. She was right."
They were all silent, and everyone but Adrienne looked away. She looked at the red head of hair just hanging there depressed, and after about three minutes she looked back at Professor Zimmer, who was now telling the class that Pavati has two cats, and there names.
After about another five minutes of explaining that diviners are very magical and helpful but that the gift, like all gifts has limits, and is often a burden to have.
"Diviners are very rare. Another rare and is a quality that if you have you are considered evil is..."
She paused, and Harry's heart raced. Please don't mention Parcelmouths.
"Enchanters."
Harry let out the breath he was holding, even though he knew that they were going to get to Parcelmouths sooner to later, at least it was not now.
"Enchanters are- well does anyone know?"
'Damn right I know what enchanters are. My parents were an enchanter and enchantress. Therefore I am an enchantress. Hermione was right; I did not have my wand. I did not need my wand. I did not want anyone to know. Since Voldemort was a powerful Enchanter, we have been given such horrible reputations. I decided to answer the question, I don't know what made me raise my hand, but It's to late now, she called on me.' Adrienne thought frantically to herself as she looked at her hand extended into the air.
Hermione's hand, like it always has a tendency to do, shot up into the air.
Professor Zimmer picked on Adrienne whose hand was also up. Hermione gave her a slight glare, and Harry heard Ron whisper something about Hermione having competition now.
"Enchanters and Enchantresses are Witches and Wizards that don't need a wand to perform magic. They have to control their emotions, take special classes in the summer to learn how to use this power for good and not to blow up anything by mistake. Big spells can drain their energy and they may pass out. And the only reason people think that they are evil is because Lord Voldemort-"
She paused because there was a cringe from the class. Harry stared at her. She was the only one other than Dumbledore and himself that he heard say Voldemort's name.
"Sorry, He who must not be named was one. He only used his wand because he knew that it would give him more power. And it did."
"You seem to know a lot about Enchanters." Hermione said quizzically to Adrienne.
"I did a project on them." She answered simply.
Toward the end of class they started on their homework: Take notes on Diviners and Enchanters.
After this class they had lunch. Hermione and Harry were laughing at Ron who had stolen Adrienne's notebook, and was now being chased by Adrienne down the hall. And shortly after he was hopping down the hall after Adrienne put a leg-binding curse on him. She only took it off once he got to the Great Hall, and had to hop in front of everyone to the Gryffindor table and he apologized.
The next class was Flying Class. Madame Hooch was waiting for them on the Quiddich field. The broomsticks were waiting for them on the field. Adrienne stopped walking and looked at Madame Hooch.
"I don't fly." She said plainly.
Malfoy had a snide remark to this, which sounded like, "What kind of teacher does not know how to fly a broomstick?"
"Oh yes you do!" Madame Hooch said handing her a broomstick.
"But, but I've never... I can't..." Adrienne looked petrified.
"You're about to learn love." The burly teacher said, pushing the broomstick upon her.
"Oh dear." She said wide-eyed.
"Put the broomstick on the ground, and say 'up'. But make sure you say it firmly and be ready to catch the broom."
"O... K." Adrienne said looking terrified.
The whole class was looking at Adrienne; the Slytherins were glaring and laughing. She was looking down at the ground, and glared at the broomstick.
"UP!" She shouted, and the broomstick jumped into her hands, and then lifted her 100 feet in the air.
She screamed and then abandoning all sanity let go of the broomstick and pulled out her wand to magic herself down. The Slytherins were laughing.
"I do hope that she learnt about that kind of spells in her other school because we haven't learnt about anything that could help her now." Dean said.
Screaming Adrienne fumbled for her wand, 'if they see me do magic without my wand I'm toast.' Once she found her wand, she as going to just wave it, not needing to say any words, but just as she was getting her grip on the wand, she accidentally dropped it.
'Stupid shitty piece of wood!' She cursed.
Madame Hooch was just about to mount her broom when Adrienne holding on to her broom with just her legs, searching her robes for her wand, found it, and then as she was going to say the spell, dropped it. I rose higher and higher until she was only a speck. Then she lost her grip, and Madame Hooch shot off to get her. Adrienne's falling wand was sparking, and set Madame Hooch's broomtail aflame.
She only had one choice she couldn't fly down! She decided just to magic the broom to slowly float down to earth. Before she could even lay her hands on the wooden handle, the broom had tossed her off.
She looked at her hands; "It's news articles or death." She said, clenching her jaw.
"What is she doing?" Ron yelled.
She kept looking at her hands, and then when she was 20 feet away from the ground, a blue flash surrounded her, and she drifted down to the ground like she was floating. She hit the ground with a little thud, lost her balance and fell on her bottom. She stood up, wiped herself off, and walked over to Madame Hooch.
"Madame Hooch, may I go to the hospital wing?"
She was looking at Adrienne, frightened. "Yes, sure, you may."
I didn't go to the hospital wing. I hid behind the stands and sat on the ground, sobbing. The first day, and my secret was out, I could still hear the students talking so I took a listen.
