I'm back now. YAY! Here's the newest chapter, I hope you like it. And yes, there are some parts that won't make sense to you now, but they will in the next chapter. Don't flame me. XD

Magdalena paced nervously in front of her desk, anxiously awaiting the arrival of her first set of students. Her first class of the day was 6th year Slytherins and Gryffindors, and from what she heard, she had a right to be the most nervous creature on the planet.

Severus had been furious with her after that night in the Great Hall, and refused to speak with her, much less give her pointers on how to deal with Slytherins. No big deal, she thought. I can handle this… I can do this…And it wasn't just that she was going to teach Slytherins, either. This would be her first time teaching ever. She hoped to Gaia that they'd like her, the Gryffindors anyway. There wasn't a chance in hell that the Slytherins would like her.

The door opened, and with the sound of idle chit-chat and chairs scraping against the wooden floors, the 6th years began to file in and take their seats. To Magdalena's relief, she only had a few Slytherin students amongst a sea of red and gold. One of which seemed to stand out to her; he was tall, blond, and slender, with a pointed nose and smallish eyes. A permanent sneer seemed to mark his face, and he had an air of superiority that surrounded him like thick fog.

She casually leaned against her desk and waited for the students to quiet down. She was casual, at least, on the surface. Inside, she felt like her innards would become her out-ards.

"Good morning, class," she began smoothly, "My name is Professor Aislynn, and I'm your Muggle Witchcraft teacher. I am, in fact, a Muggle, and I'm an American. I'm new here, and you're all new to me, so I'm going to open the floor for questions, and once I've answered a question, I will ask one. Who wants to start?"

A bookish, frizzy-haired brunette in the front row seemed to shoot straight out of her chair, her hand waving desperately. A bit startled, Magdalena pointed to her.

"All right then, you. What's your question?"

As calm and stately as a lioness, she folded her hands on the table and smiled.

"My name is Hermione Granger, and I would like to personally welcome you to Hogwarts." Magdalena raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile crossing her face.

"That's lovely, Miss Granger, but do you have a question for me?"

"Yes, in fact, I do. What form of Muggle Witchcraft will we be studying? Gardnerian? Alexandrian?"

"Neither, Miss Granger, because Gardnerian and Alexandrian traditions are not Witchcraft, they are Wicca, which is a faith, not a practice. Headmaster Dumbledore and I both agree that I shouldn't teach you the faith, I should teach you the Craft. If you would like to know about the Pagan faiths that sometimes accompany the practice of Witchcraft, please speak to me outside of class."

Satisfied, Miss Granger nodded, staring thoughtfully at her hands.

The blond boy raised his hand. Magdalena nodded to him.

"Yes, your question?"

"Are you aware that you are nothing more than an animal? I mean, you stand up there pretending to be knowledgeable and of worth, but really, you're nothing more than a dog."

Magdalena's eyes flashed as she stood up straighter, staring down at the young man.

"Ten points from Slytherin for insulting a teacher."

The boy laughed.

"A teacher? You? You're Muggle. You're too worthless to lick the hippogriff dung from my boot. Muggles and Mudbloods are only good for one thing; serving Wizards. I think you know what I mean."

Tears began to well up as she gritted her teeth in anger.

"Fifty points from Slytherin!"

"Really now, tears? I had no idea you beasts had emotion."

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" No sooner than the primal roar escaped from Magdalena's form, that Draco Malfoy had found himself thrown back across the room by an unseen force. In a flash, Magdalena had found herself standing over the young man, her body shaking with rage. She grabbed him by the arm of his robe and yanked him up from the floor. Holding fast, she looked to the rest of the classroom.

"Nobody move or make a sound. I will be back in a moment, after I have taken this… boy, to Headmaster Dumbledore," she growled.

Moments later, Severus Snape was stalking down the hall when he heard footsteps running. He didn't see who the person was running past him, but what he saw when he turned the corner at the end of the hall would haunt him for weeks.

"Miss Aislynn!"

He fell to his knees beside her bleeding form. She had slash marks all across her front, and blood was spewing from her mouth and various parts of her face. She had been hit with the curse he had created his 6th year.

Softly singing the counter-curse, he wrapped her in his robe, pulling her towards him and lifting her up in his arms. As he ran back towards his office, he stopped only to shout out his password. He stood in the fireplace minutes later, holding a handful of Floo-powder.

"Hospital Wing!"

And in a flash of green fire-light, they were gone.