Chapter 8
The next morning, Chris, JT, Jeremy, Lexie and Haylie walked down to the common room together, amidst other Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs, all wearing the robes that had been placed on their beds the night before over their jeans and T-shirts. As they walked into the Great Hall, they saw all the Hogwarts teachers sat at the High Table with Dumbledore once more, but they also saw someone else that they hadn't been expecting to see. Hermione noticed him first.
"It's Professor Lupin! What's he doing here?"
"Come to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, I s'pose. Professor Lupin!" Called Harry, looking overjoyed. It had only been a few weeks since he had last seen Professor Remus Lupin, but Lupin was the best Dark Arts teacher he had ever had, and he had had five of them. Lupin turned, and, smiling as he saw Harry, he gave him a little wink and a nod. Haylie leaned over to Hermione.
"That's Professor Lupin? Wow, I can't wait to meet him."
Hermione looked at her suspiciously. "You two do know that he's a-"
"Werewolf?" Finished Lexie, looking up from her sketchpad. "Sure we do. As long as he takes his potion, we'll be fine."
"Besides, how could we give up the opportunity to learn from a fantastic teacher like him? If I remember correctly, he is the most competent Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher you've ever had, am I right?"
"I don't think I am ever going to get over the fact that you know almost as much about us as we do." She laughed.
"Good, morning, esteemed visitors," Professor Dumbledore started, getting up. Everyone quieted almost immediately. "I hope you had a good nights' sleep." There was some scattered giggling, and a couple of yawns, and Lexie guessed that, like themselves, there were other people that had been exploring the castle. "I see you all noticed your robes. These will be your uniforms while you are in this castle, whether you are learning about us or about Timeheart. For your own safety, anyone caught not wearing uniforms during class time will receive detention."
A girl at the Hufflepuff table snickered loudly as she tossed a pigtail over a bony shoulder. "How can wearing these old things be for our safety?" she "whispered," but it was so obviously meant to be heard and agreed with that it was more of a stage whisper.
Harry tilted his head towards JT. "She reminds me of Fleur Delacour from Beauxbatons. She was always sniggering at something at Hogwarts like her school was better."
The girl glared sullenly at him, then flashed an overly large smile at Chris before turning around again, a fact which did not go unnoticed by Haylie or Lexie. Lexie muttered something under her breath that made Haylie gasp and smack her on the shoulder.
"What? S' true…" Lexie added petulantly, rubbing her arm.
"You will also be receiving your wands today. Mr. Ollivander will be selecting your wands personally." Mr. Ollivander waved from his seat at the High Table.
After breakfast, the four Houses were led by their Head of House to their classrooms to await Mr. Ollivander and their wand choosing.