Chapter 8: In Which There Are Show-Downs
-Defense against Dark Arts Class-
"Today, we are going to learn why it is never a good idea to entertain any thought of the unforgivable curses." Alastor Moody's gravely voice rang out as his eye scanned the young faces in front of him. "For instance, the time may come when someone teases you about being a mud blood." He paced up and down the classroom, his staff making a thunking noise upon the floor. "Two things can happen; either you can dismiss the name calling, or you start looking into some good curse. Not too bad, but childish-" His speech was interrupted by a creak as the class room door opened. Hunter shyly stepped in. Alastor's magic eye swiveled to the back of his head, "Miss Hunter, you are supposedly here to patrol! Did Professor McGonagall and Albus Dumbledore not give you a schedule to arrive on time?
"I, uh, have a note from Professor McGonagall, sir." Hunter muttered, handing the letter to him. She felt humbled and intimated by the hulking man. She waited as he read it.
'Very well," he growled, "Just don't make being late a habit." he added sharply as he stomped past her to finish the lecture. Hunter moved the far back of the classroom and stood up, her back against the wall. She slouched against it, crossing her arms. "You can't find the exact one," Alastor began, "but during your search, you find the words to one of the unforgivable curses. And the next time they say that, in the heat of them moment, you let loose and you are forever know as a Dark Wizard." he scanned the students and their reaction. Some looked spooked, others looked in different. He met the expressionless gaze of Hunter, eyes hidden by her sunglasses. "Find a seat, Hunter!"
"But I'm just here for-."
"But I'm just here for," He repeated, mocking her. She was feeling both sad and angry at the same time; why was he treating her like this? "This is my class I am teaching. You are here, and therefore you might as well as participate in class; sit down!" Swallowing her hurtful reply, Hunter took an empty bench seat that was not too far away of a student that was too sick to come in today. "No, not in the back," Alastor pointed right in the middle of the crowd where another empty seat was, "There." Hunter was getting pissed now; there was no way she was ever going to establish an air of intimidation if she had to mingle with anyone here! A few words and scattered appearances were her work ethic and Alastor Moody was undermining all of that! She wanted to have words with this idiot, but the set and fierce look on his face made her obey and sit down in her designated seat! 'And take you glasses off." He ordered. Hunter winced and reluctantly slipped the glasses off her face. The light from the sun streaming in the windows was very bright and Hunter found her squinted on more than one occasion.
"Professor, there's something wrong with her eyes!" Seamus exclaimed.
'What's wrong," Alastor asked, his tone subdued, "Let me see." Hunter opened her eyes. He saw with shock that the eye color of both of her eyes was the same as the 'whites of the eyes'.
It gave the appearance of having no iris', just little black holes that were the pupils. Hunter winced, she was born like this and hated early in life, and she grew up not caring for anyone's approval, as she didn't need any! "Blimey, her eye color's gone!" Ron Weasly exclaimed, "I think she's blind!"
Ignoring Ron's comment, Alastor asked, 'What did this, a curse?"
"I- I was born like this, the white color and sensitivity to lights." She replied.
"So there's no need to see you off to the Hospital Wing?" Alastor asked. Hunter answered with a small shake of her head. At that moment, class ended. "Well, there you go students. We'll resume were we left off tomorrow."
Alastor turned around to locking things up in the classroom and by time he turned back around to address Hunter, she was already gone.