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"That is a very grim thought. I'm scared out of my mind. I'm hungry." I said in succession. James looked over at me, puzzled.
"You just ate!" He said.
"I only had bread and cheese!" I retorted.
"Then you should have had something much larger." Sirius chided. Just then the bell rang and I had to get to class. Hungry, I set off for my class, Care of Magical Creatures. I looked back toward everybody in the common room and said, "See you all later." On my way there I managed to get lost, which is easy in my opinion. Beauxbatons is much more organized and easy to get around in. I saw the janitor after roaming around.
"Excuse me, kind sir, may you direct me toward my class? It's Care of Magical Creatures." He grunted and looked up.
"It's outside on the grounds." That was helpful. No really, it was. Now I know it's outside... Once outside I almost spotted it immediately. Or I thought that it was the class. It was a group of teens sitting on the grass around a balding man who looked like he was centuries old. I walked over and sat down. The first thing I saw after the teacher was pure evil. I had to destroy it, even though I didn't know what it was. It was small and leathery looking with a large bald head. And it smelled weird. It had to die for the latter reason, of course.
I pointed my wand at the evil incarnate, "Incendio!" I yelled. The creature burst into flames. A high pitched scream of anguish filled the classroom. The creature hopped off the table it was on and started to run around in circles. The scream finally trailed off into a ragged gurgle and it stopped moving altogether.
The balding man was stunned. Maybe I saved the class from the evil stench! I might get extra credit even!
"Thomas Mottac, I assume." The balding man said.
"Correct!" I said, excitement filling every pore in my body. The old man's jaw tightened. "Can I ask you what you think you just did?" He asked.
At least it was an easy question. "I saved the class, of course."
"From what?" He drawled.
"From that… thing. It was trying to take over the world." I said lamely.
"No!" He said suddenly angry, "You ruined my lecture. You just murdered a trained garden gnome. Do you know how hard it is to train gnomes? Well? Do you? Of course you don't, you cur!" I was appalled. That thing was part of the lesson? Why would he subject the students to such nasal torture?
"I'm sorry," I squeaked.
"As you should be. Now what are we to do for the rest of class? Text book work, perhaps?" The class groaned.
"Yes, that's what we'll do. And you have Thomas to thank for it."
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