A.N. Ummm yes... I haven't updated in a while... Eh-heh-heh-heh... anywhooooo...
Defense Against Dark Arts- Part 1 (of 3)
Professor Remus John Lupin stared silently at his Gryffindor first year Defense Against Dark Arts class as they sat obliviously reading their text books. It was time.
Remus rapped his knuckles against his desk to draw the class's attention. It worked. Forty or so 11-year-olds suddenly looked up from their texts at their professor.
He cleared his throat nervously. "Class," he began," I have a bit of -umm- unfortunate news." By then, nearly all of the class looked utterly alarmed. Things must be bad if Prof. Lupin was using a 'non-word' such as 'ummm'.
"I, erm, don't know exactly how to say this," the smarter half of the class braced for impact. "As of tomorrow morning, I will no longer be your teacher."
"WHAT?" Becky Lestange yelled. "Why!"
Remus looked extremely uncomfortable and began to inspect his immaculately clean fingernails for some nonexistent dirt. "I-ahwelll-that is to say... I guess some of your parents were upset over the fact that I'm- I'm a werewolf."
"WHAT!" Becky screamed again. She definately had her mother's, um, dulcet, tones. The other students screamed their outrage at this blatant discrimination as well.
"That's ridiculous!" a red-head named Marcus yelled. "You're the best teacher we've EVER had!"
Remus looked shocked. "I-I never knew you felt that way. Is that how you all feel?" They all nodded. "I'm sorry, but there is really nothing I can do. How can I make this easier for all of you?"
"Make us hate you," one girl volunteered. The other students murmured their agreement.
Remus grinned. That he could do. "Fine. I want a four foot long essay on werewolves on my desk at 7 o'clock sharp tommorrow morning. Those who fail to turn it in on time will recieve double detention with Professor Snape. Class dismissed."
-tbc-