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First Notes: Okay. I'm officially a REALLY big idiot. As themasked poet reminded me, Puu is no longer, well, Puu anymore. He's PUU! now. So here's the deal: Puu is the same old penguin-thing, reduced to his normal size because, er, he'd probably not be allowed into the Great Hall if he was much bigger than, say, Malfoy's eagle. Similarly, Yusuke will not be using his, erm… heritage, shall we say, to his advantage. Sue me.
…DAMMIT, I DIDN'T MEAN THAT! ::tears up legal papers::
Um… anyway: After getting really mixed responses, I decided, in this universe, Head Boys and Head Girls get their own rooms, separated from the rest of the year, house, and other students in general. Why? 'Cause it's convenient for m-o-i.
Oh, yeah, and I owe you guys and apology: FORGIVE THIS INSIGNIFICANT SPECK OF CREATIVE NOTHINGNESS! I don't have a very stable updating schedule, as you can see, so PLEASE! Forgive my lateness! Don't kill me! I offer you a blooper as a way of atonement! It's aaaall the way down the page.
Disclaimer: I own only: Sorra, Thia, and Desiree DeSante robes. Meaning: No YYH or HP.
Chapter Five: Stab Me with a Stake
Kurama looked around his room, the one he'd been assigned to by an amused Dumbledore. The Head Boy had his own room… that was something he hadn't been informed of.
And it was… large.
The usual four-poster bed with a Ravenclaw blue curtain drawn around it was at one end of the room and at the opposite end was a dresser. In between that was… space. Heck, the room could've been cut in two and it would've been more than sufficient space for him to do dozens of cartwheels across the floor.
Not that he'd actually want to do something like that, of course.
There was a great clanking noise outside and Kurama half-jumped before realizing that it was simply the suit of armor that guarded his room.
"Yes?"
"There's quite a crowd at your door, boy," a portrait of an elderly woman informed him from the hallway.
"Thank you."
The red-head crossed the length of the room to the door, walked down the short corridor to the reception room (a reception room! He had his own reception room! How odd and cool was that?), and spoke the password to let in his guests.
"Heya, Kurama! Cool room, but where's the bed?" Yusuke asked, strutting in like he owned the place and peering around. Following him was the rest of the gang, excluding HHR.
"Down the hallway," Kurama instructed. "Feel free to explore."
"Huh. Like we needed the permission," Yusuke said, flinging himself into a chair instead.
"You know, this arrangement could prove most advantageous," said Kaitou thoughtfully.
"Uh… would someone switch off his 'gibberish' switch?" Kuwabara asked. "Why can't you speak like a normal person?!"
"He means that it's lucky one of you guys got Head Boy." Kuwabara's mouth went 'O' at Thia's explanation.
Yuu continued.
"Reason one: It provides us with a 'base of operations' of sorts. Reason two: How many girls have tried to get into the Ravenclaw boys' dormitory last year out of a harmful Suichi-induced obsession?"
"Cho tried, what? Three times?" Thia asked Kurama uncertainly.
"Five. As I recall, you had to-"
"Okay, Kaitou, what's the third reason?" the girl asked over Kurama, sufficiently cutting him off. The red-head half-smiled (hmm, it looked an awful lot like a smirk…).
"Wait, what was Kurama trying to say?"
"Nothing, Yusuke."
"Reason three: Suichi's position equals power; he is officially the elite of the students. By being a part of his clique, we have more power, and thus our job is at least a little easier to accomplish."
"… 'Clique'?" Hiei asked, twitching in annoyance. He was part of a… clique?! And with… them?!
"Uh… well…"
Twitch, twitch.
Crash!
A rather expensive-looking vase crashed onto the floor, shattering into a million pieces and causing Asato to scuttle away from the scene of the crime.
"I didn't do it!"
Sweat-drops.
The first day of real classes wasn't going so good for, well, anyone. That is, anyone in Snape's Advanced Potions class. The man was in an extremely tetchy mood today, and it was definitely better if no one crossed his path.
Unfortunately, just about anything that Potter did would annoy him.
"POTTER! That's it! Detention! Fifty points off Gryffindor!" the Potions Master yelled when Harry turned in a potion that was a shade or two off-color.
Harry stormed out of the class, fuming.
"Aw, don't worry, man," Kuwabara said, slapping his fellow Gryffindor's back. "Yana and Kido's potion was, like, brownish. It was supposed to be clear, right?" He motioned to the two bickering psychics.
"Dammit, I told you not to copy him!" Asato yelled.
"How was I supposed to know which 'him' you meant!?" was Yana's reply.
"..Uh.. what are they talking about?"
Yusuke changed the subject.
"What do we have next?"
Hermione consulted her schedule and was about to tell them before closing her mouth and looking at the schedule again.
"That's funny… It just changed. I was supposed to have Ancient Ruins, but now it says Defense Against the Dark Arts… How odd. I suppose there's been some kind of a change."
The DADA classroom was different from how most of the class remembered. It was… larger. In fact, it seemed as though the class had been combined with another whole classroom. The reason became obvious soon enough when not only the seventh year Slytherins, but the seventh year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws joined the Gryffindors.
The classroom got loud quickly.
No one knew what to expect of Professor Sorra Lee. At all.
Half of them were extremely afraid, remembering their past DADA teachers. Professor Lee had looked like a decent enough person (considering her hair), but then again, Genkai had looked old, but she'd be able to outdo them in gym anytime. Heck, even Quirrel had seemed like a decent enough chap, but he'd turned out to be… not so decent, not in the least.
"SILENCE!"
Nobody minded the voice that yelled that.
"POP QUIZ! DETENTION! A THOUSAND POINTS OFF PER STUDENT!"
Silence.
"Thank you. Sit down, everyone," Professor Lee said, her legs swinging as she sat, not in her chair, but rather, on her desk. She smiled brightly. Today, her robes were bubblegum pink and matched the right half of her head. Her wrists were weighed down with an array of bangles that put Trelawney's to shame.
Neville put up his hand.
"Yes?"
"Er… You didn't really take a thousand points off per student, did you, professor?"
Lee shook her head vigorously, her pigtails slapping around wildly.
"'Kay. So, the beginning of this class is dedicated to 'Getting to Know You' time. Anyone want to volunteer? No? Me, then.
"I'm originally from Britain, my mum is British and my dad is Chinese. I graduated from Hogwarts about eight years ago, right before all of you got to be first years! I taught at Eyenewt in Salem, Massachusetts, U.S.A. for a while before moving back here, applying for a Hogwarts job, and getting it! All right. Now, you! What's your name?"
She seemed... energetic.
Once everyone had introduced themselves (and Kurama had introduced Hiei), Professor Lee took charge once more.
"Second part of today's lesson: The Rules. Who knows what the spell is for a Patronus?"
Most of the class, including any who had been in Harry's DA classes, raised their hands.
"Anyone know how to say it backwards?"
Blank stares.
"Munortap otcepxe. Now. Although most of the time, defensive spells have absolutely no meaning when they're said reversed, I expect you to know them frontwards, backwards, and sidewards. Understood? Good. We will be having practical lessons, during which several people who are not quite as skilled in the art of magical combat may, unfortunately, get hurt-" Asato and Yana gulped, "-but I strive to avoid that by teaching you as well as I possibly can. Now, I will not be concentrating quite so much on magical creatures and how to defend yourself from them simply because I was told that you had a rather extraordinary third-year Defense teacher-"
"Who was a werewolf!" Malfoy put in.
"Then that was perfect practice for you, Mr. Malfoy, because I am a vampire from the lowest reaches of Hell. No, I'm just kidding, go ahead, stab me with a stake. No, kidding again. I meant to say that it was perfect practice for you, Malfoy, because you will undoubtedly meet other werewolves in your lifetime and it would be a fruitless attempt to avoid them all. Why, I even heard from a rather talented Seer that one day, the Minister of Magic himself will carry werewolf blood in his veins! Not this Minister, naturally, nor, probably, the next, but you'll see, Mr. Malfoy, one day, one Minister of Magic will be a werewolf, in the same way that an female president of the United States will one day be elected.
"Ah, I've run on a tangent, haven't I? Well, I expect you all to behave and I expect you to give not only me, but I expect you to give your classmates the utmost respect. I fought long and hard to get all of the seventh years into one class together, and it was a lot of trouble for the headmaster to grant my plea and rearrange your classes. I would suggest you learn to tolerate your fellows because this year will be sure to bring quite a few bumps on that road we call life. I am trying to teach you. I am trying to help you. And that means that at times I will pummel you mercilessly with tests and work.
"So here's your homework: Write me a list of all of the defensive spells you can possibly think of. Here is the parchment that you are to write it on because I will know if you cheated. You may begin it now or you may chatter a bit amongst yourselves. I will be asleep, thank you very much, so have a nice day, and do come to class again in a day or so!"
"She's kind of… weird," Yana commented to Asato later on.
"Yeah. She seems like Botan, sort of."
"But… weirder."
Asato nodded.
"Ha-ha! I love Professor Lee!"
Hermione observed Ron's gleeful face.
"Did you hear how she insulted Malfoy? He didn't even get it!"
"Ron, she didn't insult Malfoy. She taught him a life lesson."
"'Mione's right, Ron. But that was pretty cool of her to stick up for werewolves." Harry frowned. "Maybe she's one…"
"I don't think so. She probably wouldn't be able to afford Desiree DeSante robes," Hermione interjected.
"Desire who?"
"Desiree DeSante is a famed designer of robes. They're a lot more expensive than Madame Malkin's and are the hot item in Paris. What she had on today? Those are DeSante."
"Since when were you into Paris fashion!?"
"Oh, Ron."
"Do you think she seriously wants us to learn the spells backwards?" a worried Thia asked Kurama and Kaitou as they walked towards their next class.
"It's probably a figure of speech," Yuu assured her.
"Let's hope." What Kurama left unspoken, save for the amusement in his eyes, was: You can't spell the spells regularly. Imagine how you would do trying to spell them backwards?
There was something odd about Sorra Lee. Hiei had an odd internal instinct that just kept telling him something.
Hiei was not the type of person to ignore his instincts, and yet he had no intention of helping this mission. So maybe he should just keep an eye on this professor but not do anything drastic, not just yet.
It was strange, though. This feeling was so cryptic, so hard to figure out…
Author's Rants: Hmm, Hiei gets a funny feeling when Professor Lee's around… Could this be… ::sappy music:: …love?! IT COULD NOT! Despite my cousin's hysterical laughter and Bobby's love of the idea, it will not be so. I don't think. Unless they get together, bind and gag me, write the chapter themselves, and post it.
About Professor Lee: Yes, she is based on an actual person—my Freshman Composition teacher (and I can only pray that Ms. Close doesn't decide to check this out…), who, though she doesn't have pink and purple hair, is rather like a free-spirited drama student.
Ah, yes, and speaking of greeniceangel, my wonderful cousin and on-again, off-again beta is posting up most of her one-shots, or has already posted them up. Chemical Bonds, My City, Instability and Hypocrisy and Murder, Faint Heart, and Glasses are all up. And: Are you a Kurama-phile? If so, check out her C2: Cornered Foxes and Thorned Roses. Subscribe now! Do I sound like I've been paid to do this? Well, you're right! Oh, the gloriousness of Oreos!
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::Bobby gags r.i.p.::
Blooper (Gag Reel)
"Dammit, I told you not to copy him!" Asato yelled.
"How was I supposed to know which 'him' you meant!?" was Yana's reply.
"..Uh.. what are they talking about?"
Yusuke changed the subject.
"You know, I don't think Snape's gettin' any."
It took a moment for the meaning to sink in.
"EEW! NASTY IMAGE!" Ron bellowed, shaking his head wildly.
