Izzy's Note

Wow, I definitely abandoned this story didn't I? I was getting sick of all the document and formatting problems, and hopefully it's better now. I wrote out the chapter the past few days and finally submitted it today on Christmas!

So enjoy!

Ch. 7 The New Teacher and the Delicate Race

Ginny Weasly was appalled at the awful stunt that had been performed earlier that evening and the undignified behavior of the Hogwart's young adults. How dare they show such disrespect to this wonderful kind-hearted school that Ginny had always loved and relied upon? Putting aside the misfortune in her first year dealing with a diary, Hogwarts had provided her a safe home, invaluable education, and life-long friends.

"Disgustingly hellish, wasn't it?" a low, soft voice Ginny didn't recognize yet heard immediately.

Ginny turned her head and was surprised to see the disheveled blonde head of a certain Hufflepuff lad sitting in a small spot on the bench near where she sat. Apparently, older students had taken to not following a simple rule like remain at your own house table and they would wander around carelessly, but that didn't even enter the redhead's mind as she suddenly perked in alert.

"Aahhh, shaddup, Flinch-Fletchley. Go back to yar own gay table." Dean Thomas drawled loudly and rose to sit on the other side of Ginny where Seamus Finnigan sat. This left Justin and Ginny sitting next to each other.

The nervous Ginny was about to blush and look at anywhere but him, maybe pretend to be laughing at a friend's joke, when Justin spoke to her: "What a barbaric shameless act against a tradition that has been honored and respected since the founding of Hogwarts, don't you find?"

Immediately, Ginny looked at him and her eyes widened. "I know, right! That's what I was just thinking." For that moment she forgot to be cool and refined. "Everything is a mockery and joke now at Hogwarts! Our descendants put in so much effort to bring forward this top quality school and we should feel blessed. What a wretched way to honor them!"

Justin snorted. "Degrading the sorting hat and its wise, well worded-lyrics. How low can this generation stoop?" He smiled at Ginny. "I'm glad there's one smart young girl in this school who knows her values"

Ginny blushed.

Justin nudged his head at the front of the hall. Professor Sabine was now standing by the teacher's table, giving a speech to the students. "And imagine how the new teachers must feel about this scandal. The impression they must have of our school."

"Who, Drixie Sabine? Nah, she probably wouldn't care. I know her."

"No, and Professor Hoofer."

"Hoofer? Who's that?"

"Well," For some reason, Justin lowered his voice to a seducive audible whisper as he spoke to Ginny, even though he was speaking of standard non-sexual material. "There is a new class here at Hogwarts for 6th and 7th years, Wizarding Government and Economics. So obviously a new teacher has been hired to take on that course. He is not here, apparently."

"How curious." Ginny remarked, feeling like a feather as she had this smooth conversation with this gorgeous boy. "And in a way it might have something to do with all of this. And maybe not; in my opinion, I th-"

Justin interrupted squarely. "Listen to this nitwit ramble on and on. Pssh." He was now gazing at Professor Sabine. Ginny turned her head dutifully, relieved that Justin hadn't been referring to Ginny herself about " rambling on and on." I need to impress him immensely if it is the last thing I do. That is my definite goal...

"I've been as young as you not long ago and I feel I still am." The blonde new Hogwarts teacher was announcing to the hall of pupils. "Most teachers discard carelessly students' needs and feelings as if they were never your age and as if it wasn't important. But I am personally aware that every day you deal with friendship fallouts, relationship problems, family feuds, and on top of that having to keep up your performance in school. Sometimes you have trouble sleeping, because you may be worried about financial problems, peer pressure, even the life of a friend. The stress can be overwhelming and I, for one, understand you and will make this year a successful learning voyage you'll never forget."

The starry eyed woman was met with cheerful enthusiastic applause.

"Those lucky first years arrived in the perfect year, to actually witness a nice teacher," a mysterious Ravenclaw murmured to some friends.

"And before I go so you can enjoy your lovely feast, I want you to know that my office is on the second floor corridor by the new statue of Witch Glendive the Nature teacher. Come to me any evening if you wish to have a chat. I am hoping to not only be your teacher but a friend you can trust."

She went back to sit at the teacher's table, where she was greeted by Potter, Weasley, and Granger who had been chatting with Hagrid.

"That fucking half-blood." said a fifth year Slytherin boy named Carlton Simpher. "She's such a muggle softie. She'll be turning this school into a sanctuary for the magical pussies."

"Yeah I can tell," said Draco Malfoy. "And she, like, thinks she can 'understand our lives and problems of us young teens' and shit. "

"Hey, Malfoy," spoke up Blaise Zabini. "I thought you were starting to go soft on those muggle filths. It's like the new damn trend now."

Malfoy scoffed. "Well no. I never even follow goddamn trends… I now actually deeply pity those mudbloods who just had the bad luck to be born to dirt parents. The method that my father and all his "friends" believe in isn't very effective,"

"Ha ha! What a loser, feeling bad for those rubbish rats doesn't make a difference either!"

"I know, mate. I'm just saying it's not their fault. Therefore, we have to make sure that every pureblood breed with other purebloods and that the non-magic-blood-infested-others just refrain from reproducing. Especially with purebloods. Psssh."

"Aw, dammit. I don't think I want to "breed" and all that shit with a purie in this fanfic, slang for pureblood. I don't even know of any purie chicks that are remotely good looking. I'm just not gonna marry and simply be a wizarding musician like I always wanted. Who the fuck wants to marry anyways?"

"Then you are encouraging the decline of our delicate race, Blaise." argued Draco. "Don't you understand? 'Puries' are needed in order for the wizarding humanity to live on and survive. If all this dirty blood takes over...we are done for."

Izzy's Note: I know this is definitely not the Harry Potter atmosphere your're used to but, hey I've gotta write from my heart and this is just how I write best. I don't know if this chapter confuses you, but trust me it has a purpose and please don't make any bold assumptions and comments on JustinFlinch-Fletchley and Draco Malfoy just yet!