Okay, even though the last chapter sucked, Im still writing this...
Luna was a nice person and all, but everybody had felt that she was starting to get a little bit TOO obsessive with this whole aerobics thing. She had now dug a hole in the Hogwarts courtyard so that she could go in there on breaks and do aerobics- She never did believe in eating, so nobody knew how exactly she got her nutrition, but that was definitely the least of everybodys problems now that Snape was back in the terrible position that he had always only dreamed of dictating.
"Attention students! Please be aware that thanks to all of those stupid glasses that I have broken, we no longer have real glasses, but these cool styrofoam cups! So, from now on I will be having this neat megaphone on hand so that I can yell at you guys when I need to! Anyways, back on topic- Our new Potions professor will be Professor Tonks" he finished, nodding his head in the direction of the front doors, where one could see Tonks, wearing excruciatingly bright colored blue robes, which had an unnecessary goldish colored belt fastening them... even though there were no loops for the belt... Her eyes were currently an incredibly dark purplish color, and her hair was a bright blue. Between her robes, and her hairdo, she could have made somebody have a heart attack.
A few days later, Hermione and Harry were sitting in the library when Tonks came into the library.
"What are you guys up to?" she asked them, joining the table.
"Nothing... Just studying for the lessons that are starting tomorrow. You?" Harry answered her.
"Reading up on this Pottons crap! I have no idea what Im supposed to be teaching these kids."
"Its Potions, not Pottons..." Hermione was quick to correct her.
"Whatever... I've got a meeting with a drink in the nearest pub calling my name." Tonks replied, looking quite stressed.
Harry noticed that Hermione was continuing to look madder and madder. Then, she cracked. She ran over towards one of the other tables and started yelling at some Second years.
"WOULD YOU JUST SHUT THE HECK UP?" she started, "THIS IS LIBRARY! NOT A CHATROOM!"
Then one of the Second years made one of their biggest mistakes that they would ever make in their lives. They told Hermione off. So, she got into a fist fight with them. Of course, Hermione won, and she returned to the table looking very mad.
"Umm, Hermione are you feeling okay?"
"Of course! Why wouldnt I be?" was her response.
"Do you need to be taking some kind of anger management classes?"
"Oh, I already am... BUT I HATE MY INSTRUCTOR! HE'S EVIL! I HATE HIM! ITS ALL A CONSPIRACY!" shouted Hermione, "MY ANGER MANAGEMENT CLASSES SUCK!"
"Lets call Dr. Phil..." replied Harry.