Hey Guys! So so very sorry that I have not been able to update for a long time. I've had writer's block for the longest possible time, you wouldn't believe.
Special thanks to Danielle Mya who helped me come out of my rut! I really greatly appreciate your inspiration!
Okay now the fun stuff. . .
The last chapter was supposed to sad and stuff, but yeah, I'm glad you all like it! This chapter is going to be short too, but that's because, well I can't tell you. . . The end is a surprise! Thanks for reading guys, but please review as well or email me with questions or whatever!
Thanks a bunch! CIAO!
Princess Ikumi-chan
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Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own Sailor Moon or Harry Potter, but I would greatly appreciate the gift. *smile* I do, however, own the Yumi and Kasumi, who may appear later in the fanfic
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Chapter 8: The New Teacher
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Her phone call back to Japan had been short, but the whole aspect of just talking to her friends was a necessary comfort. They all had supported her on the idea of going to England, but were unable to go with her: Ami for her studies, Minako for volleyball, Rei for the temple, Usagi for her mom's ranting about her studies. At least Minako succeeded in waking her up some. Her sleepless nights were unfortunately starting to catch up with her.
After what seemed a long, grueling breakfast, Makoto was on her way to her first lesson, Defense Against the Dark Arts. The teacher had yet to be announced, nor had he or she arrived. But all the fifth year Slytherin and Gryffindor students were there, waiting anxiously for the new teacher. Makoto trudged wearily behind Harry, Ron and Hermione as they turned into the small class all too strangley familiar, to at least Makoto.
The dank walls were heavily looming and the small windows were covered with a deep black cloth, allowing very little light into the room. Candles floated low above their heads, sparsely casting light, but light enough to read and write. Overall the aura felt dark and mysterious, reminding Makoto even more of her friends at home. 'Hotaru would love this!' she thought excitedly.
The bell chimed and the Gryffindor and Slytherin fifth years slipped into their seats still chatting gaily away. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Makoto sat in the front row, some more eager than others to meet the new teacher. Every year so far, the fifth years have had a new teacher, each more interesting than the last. Supposedly, however, the position was cursed, each teacher having something horrible done to him. But the last year's teacher would have stayed, had the opportunity risen, but he was extremely shaken as the feared Dark Wizard, Lord Voldemort, had attacked him to get at Harry Potter.
Five minutes into the class, the door slammed behind the new teacher. The students spun around to face her. She wore a deep black robe and half of her green-black hair was swept gently into a stout bun at the back of her head. Her lips were doused in a light pink color. All the fifth years gaped at her as she fluidly walked to the front desk. Her brisk voice cut through the darkened silent room, "Good morning class, I am your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Setsuna Meioh."
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*smile* see told you a surprise at the end. That actually wasn't how I planned to use her, but it worked!
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