HEY PEEPS! I'm back again because I'm too bored to do my HW. Just a little note that today I am going to start writing "If Only You Knew" which is my newest Dramione fanfiction. I will post a link to it in my next chapter. With that, on to the story!
(Luna's POV)
The potions master, Professor Tilly, was not what I had expected at all. She was young for a professor, only about 25 years old, and her hair was bleach blonde, dip-dyed in pink that fade to purple, then blue, and finally onto green. She looked like she belonged in a fashion magazine, not a teaching position. The moment she began talking I instantly knew she was going to be my favourite professor this year. Her voice was dreamy like mine but there was a hint of a rebellious side to her tone. She was dressed in a black tee that read "PERFECTION" in big neon letters. Her jeans were tight and she was wearing big, chunky black boots that looked like she could kick solid rock and the rock would be dust.
I looked around the room and immediately took in all the injuries we had suffered. I thought losing my arm had been bad, but there were people with scars as long as their torso, faces with permanent marring, and one kid, Dean Thomas, had lost both his legs. Draco was fairly OK compared to others who had been in the heat of the battle. He walked from the war sporting four fingers on his left hand and three on his right. His normally grey eyes were now smoldered with the smoke of the war, forever carved in his mind. I looked around and noticed all of the 8th year students had a foreboding look on their faces.
The bell rang, signaling that classes were done for the day. Everyone stood to pack up their things to go to their next class, but Draco stayed behind, I guessed it was to talk to the teacher. I stood to leave and saw that the next class I had was Muggle Studies with the Slytherins and Ravenclaws.
Our old Muggle Studies teacher had been murdered, so we were all excited to see who our new teacher was, but as we walked through the doors we saw the words "Tabitha Tilly" written in cursive. We all sat down confused and a few of the students from my potions class groaned. They had not liked Tilly.
The doors opened and a girl, around 25 years old walked in. She had a pink blazer on top of a white lace top. She wore a white pleated skirt and paired it with knee high socks and black mary-janes. Her hair was a soft brown and she was wearing a pink headband to finish her look. "Hello class, I am Professor Tilly."
A few students looked around. Clearly, this was not Professor Tilly, the style, the hair, the voice, it was all wrong. This was not the teacher I had fallen in love with. Just then a student raised her hand. "Miss, we just came from Professor Tilly's class, and she looked nothing like you."
Professor "Tilly" began to laugh. It was a sweet laugh, much like the tinkling of bluebells on a summer's day, if they even made noise that is. "You have me confused with my twin." The Professor chuckled. "We are nothing alike, however. She likes the 'punk' look, whereas I prefer 'pretty In pink!" She exclaimed, twirling around so that we all got a very nice look at her outfit.
But all of us began to worry. Two Tilly's meant two new teachers. Who else had we lost?
My thoughts were interrupted by the slamming of a door. Draco rushed in; oblivious to the stares he received. He ran up to Tilly II as some of us had agreed to call her. "Professor Tilly is in the hospital! Her asthma kicked in unexpectedly, and she is asking for you." He said, out of breath.
Tilly II rushed out of the room, leaving us to wonder who she really was.
WOW! That was fun to write. Still not as long as I hoped but I really wanted to get introductions out of the way. Ideas are still needed so if you have anything just leave a review and I will use your idea! (Possibly) If I do you get credit in the next chapter (wink wink, bribery) I must go now and write my new fanfic! PEACE PEEPS!