Disclaimers: See the first chapter.
Snippets From the Potterverse
Chapter 47 - Defense Against The Dark Arts, The Conclusion
A week after the disappointing refusal of Harry's appointment as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, it was time for the first lesson with the new teacher. The Gryffindors picked morosely at their lunch, unhappy at the prospect of another substandard, badly-dressed teacher'.
Maybe we'll get lucky, and Professor Lupin will have come back, Dean said hopefully.
I don't know. Remus didn't say anything about returning, Harry mumbled. The werewolf thing, remember?
So? He was still cool.
Maybe it'll be Sirius, Parvati sighed. But maybe he'll bring Professor Lupin with him... mmm....
We could give Professor Lupin a makeover! Lavender cheered.
Harry twitched, a sudden image of Remus in a frilly pink dress, full makeup and pink hair ribbons coming to mind. Then that reminded him of the scary pictures in Sirius' album, and he twitched so violently that his bread tumbled to the floor. Sighing, he picked it up and blew off the germs before taking a bite. It was Lavender and Parvati's turn to twitch.
Finally, they trudged up to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. It was empty when they entered. Harry, Ron, and Hermione immediately busied themselves looking for talking rocks or other talking inanimate objects. Finding none, they took their usual seats at the front of the room.
I wish it was Sirius or Remus, Harry sighed.
Are professors even allowed to bring their spouses and/or significant others to school with them? Ron wondered.
I've always wondered that, Hermione said. Being apart for ten months must be a terrible strain on a marriage. But then, I don't think any of our professors have ever been married....
Would we really want the two of them here at the same time? mumbled Ron. Probably be snogging on the desktop all lesson...
That would be a lot of fun, Parvati said dreamily.
Ron hissed.
Fashion-challenged bigot.
At least I don't look like one of those glam-rock rejects, or a David Bowie impersonator, or Sirius and Harry's dad at seventeen, Ron retorted, then looked apologetically at Harry. Sorry, mate. But they didn't dress too well...
Believe me, I don't blame you, Harry sighed. Just then, the door creaked open and a perfectly ordinary-looking woman with a brown ponytail entered.
Good afternoon, class. My name is Professor Smythe, she said pleasantly. I'm your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
The Gryffindors exchanged looks as Professor Smythe placed her briefcase on the teacher's desk and picked up a piece of chalk. Ugh. Boring.
But they received a surprise when the professor turned her back on them to write on the chalkboard.
Peeking out from under the hem of her robes was a long, scaly green tail.
