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Chapter Two: Professor Weyers
I Am Not Crazy
Ginny:
"Ginny get up! You're going to miss potions class!" Someone was hollering up the stairs. I rolled over and sighed, very much in the mood to go right back to sleep.
They hollered again. "Ginny! Get up!" I finally responded with "all right already" kind of growl and tossed myself out bed. It didn't take long for me to change into my robes and chase my books that were whisked out of the portrait hole by a charm. I ran down the hall towards the dungeons where Potions class was being held, still half asleep.
Hermione:
It all started last Thursday. Well no, it all happened last Thursday but it seemed like it lasted a few days. My mind still can't quite manage to accept the fact that it all happened in so little time. I walked into potions like I always do saying hello to everyone I knew and made my way to my seat. Potions is my first class of the day so I walked down the isle and flopped down in my seat waiting for Ginny, my partner to get her butt in there so I could talk to her.
Oh and so I don't confuse you, this isn't your normal potions class. It's only for the "most self-accomplished" in the school. But I say ha! I don't believe a word the new magical school board is saying. If I'm in a class with the nutty professor and Crabbe and Goyle, then I don't think it's for the most "self-accomplished" wizards and witches in our school. Harry and Ron were having some sort of encounter with Malfoy at the moment and I really didn't feel like arguing this particular morning. So I waited.
While I waited I watched Professor Weyers, our newest potions master. This is his first semester teaching you see and he doesn't well…he doesn't exactly know what to do I guess you could say. He always talks oddly in this scrawny little voice and you can barely ever hear him. He'll rub his hands together while talking and sometimes even talks while holding this stuffed little owl. Yes I said owl. Not a real one either. Fake. I'm not sure if it's some sort of childish belonging that he can't manage to give up or has some strange other significance to him. Not even I can tell that.
Danny, a kid in our class, once threw the threw a package of Exploding Snaps (this particular package had been fooled around with by the twins) in the trash can and Weyers ran out screaming because the trash can caught on fire and he didn't know what to do. I found it highly unprofessional. We are here to learn, not to play silly games. And besides, this is not the muggle world. We have wands for goodness sake. Use your brain and put the fire out! Oh, and there was this other time where-
"Hermione!" My healer straightened her glasses.
"What?" I asked angrily. I wanted to tell her about how Weyers got his foot stuck in the toilet thanks to some stupid idiot in the class and how I hoped he would get fired so we could actually learn from someone who might actually know something more complex than I do. The particular potion she had given me had made me very enthusiastic to talk and I wanted to keep right on going.
"Remember we were talking about what happened to you on Thursday?" she asked.
"Oh! Oh yes that. Yes okay well so I was waiting for Ginny to come into the potions room. The second bell rang and Ginny wanders in looking like she's still asleep. That's very typical of Ginny but I don't mind it much. She's still much smarter than Harry and Ron. Now don't get me wrong. Harry and Ron are my best friends and probably always will be. Yet, Ginny can always bring me back to sanity when the boys are off running around with the twins. Anyways, getting back to the first topic. We talked and giggled about the normal daily events when the Professor calls the class to order.