CHAPTER 5: History of Magic Class

The next day, as classes were beginning to commence, the students of Hogwarts were making their way to first class. In Isabella's case, she had History of Magic first. She sighed, entered the classroom, and noticed Remus Lupin sitting front and center in the room.

What the hell, she thought. Whatever, I'll just sit at the back. She tried to quickly make her way to the back when she heard Remus' voice.

"Isabella! I didn't know we had class together!" Remus called from the other side of the room. Isabella cringed and turned around.

"Clearly we do, Lupin," she coldly replied before sitting in the extreme back seat. She watched the mix of Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, Slytherins & Gryffindors pile into the class. No one dared to sit next to her.

"Alright, hurry in everyone, quickly! Before we get started, I'm going to assign seating, so there will be no distractions in class. Let's see, up in front here will be Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Diggory. In the center table here, we will have Mr. Lupin and Miss Clarke," the Professor continued to make seating arrangements while Isabella cried on the inside.

SERIOUSLY, OUT OF ALL STUDENTS, I GET PUT NEXT TO HIM, her thoughts screamed in her head. With a heavy sigh, she picked her books up and joined Remus at the center table.

"Now this is just crazy. Not only are we in the same class together, we're sitting next to each other!" Remus beamed while Isabella rolled her eyes. She looked at him to give him a nasty, judgmental look when she noticed his attractive features: neatly combed hazel hair, big brown puppy-dog eyes, and impeccable jawline.

Jesus, Bella! You're supposed to hate the kid. Control your hormones girl, she turned away from Remus.

"Hey listen, I'm sorry about James and Sirius, AGAIN. I honestly have to give them a lesson in manners," Remus apologized for the boys.

Isabella snickered, "What, you're their dad now?"

"Well, when it comes to matters like these, I like to try and discipline them," Remus said with a pleasant smile.

"Great, go do that," Isabella monotony said.

"Well, heh, can't really do that now because we're in class!" Remus laughed at his own joke. Isabella stared straight ahead.

God, if you're listening, please use all the power you have to restrain me from killing this idiot today, she thought.

"Alright class, enough chit-chat. Let's get started," the Professor started teaching the course material; of course, Remus was on top of the material. Isabella slightly looked over to a madly writing Remus who was way too engrossed in his work. She could feel her eyelids growing heavier and heavier, and finally succumbed to the drowsiness. Though she was in a deep sleep, she could unconsciously feel awkward silence around her. Naturally, she woke up to the Professor standing right in front of her desk.

Shit, she thought.

"Miss Clarke, I understand that this is the first class of the day, but that is no excuse to be falling asleep. I guess Mr. Lupin wasn't keeping you entertained," the Professor warned Isabella. Remus grinned as he flipped through his notes.

"Here, you can copy down what you missed," Remus generously handed Isabella two sheets of paper.

"I don't want it," Isabella coldly replied, as she felt humiliated. The bell rang, and Isabella was the first one out of the room.