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September 2nd, 1974. Day 2 of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Third floor. Care of Other Worldly Creatures Classroom. 8:50 a.m.

Today I was finally going to teach. The room was untouched, yet clean. The whiteboard was still in front of the classroom, clear of any graffiti. Though most of the teachers use black boards, the sound of nails against the chalkboard gave me the goosebumps. Just thinking about it gives me the goosebumps. Dumbledore must've put those house-elves to work up here, knowing I'll return to teach or come back here.

It's been awhile since I taught anything. Even with my hate for tests, quizzes, and learning in my younger days(even though I'm only 14), as a teacher, I have the liking to make sure everyone in my class actually pays attention. I can't have anyone think this is an easy way out of all the hard classes and just let them sleep in the back of the room. Everything seems to make sense when you're in the teacher's shoes.

Dumbledore put my glasses on my desk when I entered. Yesterday my vision was perfect, but now my vision was blurry and I could only see things close to me. It happens every time I come to the wizarding world, having 20/20 vision the first day and the next day I can barely go up the stairs without getting stuck in the invisible hole. They were black and rectangular which framed my face really well. Now I had time to remember how pretty I looked with glasses on.

My attendance list was ready, already saw who was in my class. Fate is scary. James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter are in my class, first in the morning on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.

Although it's about 9 o'clock, I was still tired. Usually sleeping until 11 would be enough. About 13 hours of sleep, yes, I need that much. Forcing myself to stay awake in muggle school gave me the strength to pull it off, but my excess strength has to be used for teaching. Ugh…

Where was I before I dozed off in my sentences? My class was mixed from first years to seventh years due to the whole everyone gets a choice of this class or the magical creatures one. Somehow I pity those who don't choose my class since it's actually a lot of fun after the quizzes and junk, but I guess most parents that I didn't teach think it's evil.

The bell chime whistled throughout the classroom. Breakfast ended and it was time for morning class. The bell chime was especially loud to my ears since I was surrounded by silence until the first couple people entered the room. I could tell they were somewhere between fifth years and seventh years since they didn't have much sense of lost.

They bid good morning to me and I nodded back. I wasn't used to saying good morning when someone right out of the blue greets me like that without any warning. All I could managed to do in an impulse was to nod.

Hogwarts shouts out of me as a dreary old castle. Muggles would think that too with the "Do Not Enter" sign stuck around the school. There was still some dust piles around the room that I hadn't got to, but the room will be as good as new by the end of the day.

My desk was a shiny dark wood once more since I started cleaning that first. The desks for the students were still dusty so I had to wipe them clean before everyone arrived. A first-year asked if she could help and I smiled at her. Never in my right mind would I think nice people even exist anymore. Living my school days with people who swear everyday and talk about sex, drugs, and all that crap, I got used to that kind of world and learn to not get affected by it.

Then as I was starting on the third row of desks, the sound of laughing was caught by my ears, but slowly got silent as it came closer. Lifting my head up, the four boys I was waiting for the most were standing between the door. I could tell they were nervous ever since that "announcement" made by Dumbledore about me teaching Care of Other Worldly Creatures class all year.

I went back to cleaning the desks, knowing class is almost starting. The four boys lingered between both halves of the classroom wondering where to sit. I was currently cleaning the left side of the classroom, whom they were avoiding because all four of them decided to sit in the right side of the classroom in the third row.

As all the desks were finished, the last remaining bunch of students entered and the whole room was filled. I was happy with that amount. It made more students able to experience something awesome.

Walking down the aisle, I took out my wand which I managed to find after a couple of months and pointed it at the door. Everyone was staring at me, but I learned to ignore most of the uneasiness.

"Now what was that spell again…? Oh yeah…patefacio aeris conversatio!" The door disappears once I finished the spell and a huge chunk of the wall disappeared except part of the upper wall. It was like in a house where your kitchen isn't connected to your living room with a door. Unfortunately, I have no idea what those things are called. An "open" classroom?

Once that was done, I retreated back to the front of the classroom and faced the class. "Hello, everyone! Welcome to Care of Other Worldly Creatures! I am your professor for this class, Professor Tikame, but you can just call me Lizy if you prefer. I do not mind any of you using my nickname, however, I shall not tolerate disrespect towards me during class or out of class. If you treat me like a friend, I probably won't mind, but any of this crap I get from the Slytherins…or the rest of you," I caught the snickers of some students, probably Gryffindors. "It's an immediate deduction of points from your house.

"Even though I may be older or younger than some of you here, I am still your professor and you should treat me like your professor during class. Any other questions? Oh, and if you're wondering about the door, I hate it if it's too dark and stuffy in my room if you've noticed, there are no windows in my classroom."

What I didn't expect was a hand raised by James Potter. Suspicious of his motives, I carefully called his name. "James Potter. What is your question?"

All eyes were on him and he stood up from his seat, the rest of the Marauders looking up at him curiously. "Professor Tikame, I don't mean to be rude…but I just want to get this off my chest," he said, not even making eye contact with me.

More suspicion came over me and I regret asking him this. "What is it? Nothing you'll say or do now will affect my impression I got from you until I start teaching. Maybe…"

I heard him take in a huge breathe and he suddenly blurted out, "Do you consider yourself an ignoramus of the veela breed?"

Dumbfounded looks are most appropriate in this kind of situation. Some students were awaiting my reaction, and some were staring at James. I took the moment to scan everybody's reaction instead of my own. Remus covered his face with his hand in shame, Sirius was the same, as well as Peter. A group of girls were giggling since James was very popular among Gryffindor being a Chaser and all. I noticed one girl, though, with red hair, was glaring at James. One boy with dark black shiny hair took one glance behind his seat to look at James, but went back to the book he had in his hands. He glanced at me with an annoyed look, probably hoping I would give James detention on the first day. Some Slytherins, as I could tell, were laughing and smirking at his foolishness and some first years were staring at him like he was crazy.

What…? I thought, dumbfounded. James had already sat down on his seat after finishing his question, awaiting my reaction. Through the aisle I approached the third row, and pointed my wand at his face. Now the suspense was rising as I could sense.

Then in the same tone as he asked me, I replied, "I'm a professional stupid veela if that's what you meant to say, Mr. Potter!"

This comes with another awkward moment. Everyone was now staring at me as I withdrew my face with James' face and skipped my way back to the front of the room.

"Now that I have all of your attention. Let me explain some stuff about my class. For all fifth years and seventh years in this class, I am perfectly aware that you have O.W.L.S. and N.E.W.T.S. near the end of the year. That's why, as a treat for all of you guys, this class has no part in the O.W.L.S. or N.E.W.T.S. whatsoever so you can concentrate on your other classes during your studying period. Also as a treat for the whole class, there is no homework throughout the year,"

Now people were starting to smile. Unfortunately I had to say it. "However, during this month of September, I have to make sure all of you know about the subject I'm teaching before we get into the fun stuff. My class is the first class for all of you on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I will try for the first couple weeks, or if I can manage, for the first couple class days, teach all of you the basics and all the information you should know about a special species of animal or rather creature before the month is over.

"Then once we got over those stuff, I'll have two days for reviewing all the stuff we just learned and I will give you a test on what I taught you. It's okay if you get most of the questions wrong, but that does not mean you should not study! I will personally look over each test, and if the mistakes are simple mistakes, then you will receive a passing grade. However, if the mistakes you made were because you didn't study, then I'll either have you deported out of this class and take History of Magic twice as much, (and twice the exam), or if you beg enough, I'll let you retake the test in 5 minutes with me asking you questions and you answering. Just to be clear.

"By October, we should be ready to go into the fun stuff. Any other questions besides me being a [Professional] ignoramus of the veela breed or any other kind of magical creature? Because it isn't this class,"

Nobody was raising their hand, and I could bet by his expression that James was trying to find a way out of my words. I settled it and went up to the white board and took off the cap to a black marker. "You should take some notes. For most of this month, notes is all you're gonna take, but I'll try to make it as painless as possible to write it and remember it,"

When I turned my head back towards the board, the sounds of rummaging paper was all I hear. As I wrote down the first letters to the title of the subject, the sounds of quill against parchment replaced the rummage.

Pokémon a.k.a. Pocket Monsters

I stepped sideways from the board so the students could see what I wrote on the white board. Severus, who was reading a book, was already finished writing it down. Lily just finished followed by Remus. Deep excitement filled my lungs as I could finally start teaching. The hard part now is to explain it.

"Alright, the other worldly creatures I'm going to introduce you to and teaching you is Pokémon. Also known as pocket monsters, but it's shorter spelling. And sounds better," I finished when everyone else was done writing the title. "Now bear with me. I know a lot of things about Pokémon by heart by growing up with them, so it might be hard for me to deal with how slow some of you will come with these creatures. I'll try my best not to hex any one of you out of pure annoyance,"

I took a deep sigh and continued. "Pokémon are…is a world of different species of Pokémon, I should say. It's like whales in the muggle world containing different species of whale like sperm whale and humpback whale. This isn't a very good example if you don't know anything about the muggleworld, but if your friend knows, try having them explain it to you.

"Different types of Pokémon have different types of cries. You will notice that a Pikachu, a species of Pokémon, speaks with its own syllables of its name. Like…'Pi…ka-chu~ Pika pika…pikachu! Most Pokémon are the same. Like a Poliwhirl says 'Poli-whirl!' and a Bellossom goes 'Bellossom!' Not all Pokémon are like that though. Just to tell you. Some Pokémon like a Charizard, roars like a dragon. Since it's a dragon-type Pokémon. Some hiss, some squeal, but most Pokémon you'll encounter will speak its syllables.

"So it's kinda like…Mr. Potter over there!" His head shot up once he heard his name and followed up by everyone else. "If James Potter was a Pokémon, then he would keep saying 'James Potter' whenever he speaks. If it were me, Lizy, I would say…'Lizy, lizy, li…zy…lizy!"

A few people chuckled at my example which actually helps my lesson out. "Any questions about what I said so far?" Nobody answered with a raised hand and I shouted out, "It's okay if you have questions. Pokémon are confusing unless you grew up with them. Are you sure? No questions?"

With no response after that, I moved on, but a hand was raised at the last minute. "Yes…Severus Snape, right?"

He nodded and I smiled. It was the same boy who got an annoyed look on his face when James asked me that veela question. "What is your question, Mr. Snape?"

"Are Pocket Monsters actual monsters?" He asked, seemingly very interested on the subject.

"No, actually, they're not. Well…" I stopped myself to think of a better explaination. "''Monsters' are a harsh way to put it. They aren't really vicious creatures that tear you limb from limb like a dragon, but some are. Though many of them are cute and adorable. All of them have the ability to fight against each other, which we will cover during this week or month,"

He nodded as I was done with my response and I continued with my lesson when nobody followed up Severus' question. "Now, each Pokémon has at least one element. There are physical elements and special elements," On the board I wrote,

Physical-Normal, Fighting, Flying, Poison, Ground, Rock, Bug, Ghost, and Steel

Special-Fire, Water, Grass, Electric, Psychic, Ice, Dragon, and Dark

"Each element has three properties: which types of Pokémon are effective against, which types are least effective, and which types are ineffective.

"A Pokémon can have either one or two element types. For example, a Charmander has the element of fire. And a Bulbasaur is a grass/poison type. A move, or an attack, of a Pokémon can only be one type however. Like the attack Iron Tail is a Steel-type move and Earthquake is a ground-type move,"

I continued the lesson until the clock on the wall told me it was almost the end of class. The basics were covered, which was good, and hopefully I'll be able to go in deeper into the subject by the end of next week or by the end of this month. "Alright, class. It is almost time for you to be heading off for your next class so I would like all of you to pack up. If you're still copying the notes on the board, continue to do so.

"We've gotten all the basics down, so we'll be able to go on battling with Pokémon and the rest by the end of this month. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask me. I'll inform your next class teacher that you were late because you were with me,"

The bell chime rang and everyone started to leave through the giant gap on the wall. "Class dismissed,"

I retreated to my desk, taking out a cookie to eat. With the cookie still in my mouth, I saved the notes I wrote on the board with my wand for the next class so I wouldn't have to write them again.

It was now time for a class break; the classroom was nearly empty, but I felt I was being watched. I looked towards the opening and saw Remus staring at me.

"Do you have a question, Remus?" I asked him, curiously. It seems I woke him from a day-dream-like state.

He flushed when he saw me looking at him with a confused look and told me, "Sorry, Professor Tikame…I was just a little dazed…"

I smiled at his red face and turned back to the board. "Please, call me Lizy. Even though I'm your teacher, I'm still just another 14-year-old girl at Hogwarts," It took moments until I sensed his presence away from the classroom. I looked back, he was gone. I sighed heavily, and started wandering aroung the classroom.

Oh no… I just remembered, halting in midstep. I have to teach this lesson three more times today…!

My nails dug into the white board making even a more horrible sound than against a blackboard.

"Agh! What is this noise?" James shouted, covering his ears. Sirius and Peter also had their ears shut from the terrible screeching noise.

"Is it a Banshee?" Peter asked, literally screaming over the noise.

"Why would there be a Banshee at Hogwarts?" Sirius screamed even louder.

"Why, why, why, why, why, why..." My depressed voice was heard from outside the classroom.

Remus chuckled softly as he looked up the stairs. His hands were blocking his ears like every other Hogwarts student in the school, though he wasn't as crazy as his friends who were screaming and shouting at each other. He was actually laughing.

"You are really another 14-year-old girl..." he laughed towards the classroom.

"REMUS! WHAT ARE YOU SMILING AT?" James shouted directly next to his closed ears.

"James!"

"WHAAAAAT?"

He sighed at his friend's soon-to-be-deaf ears and looked back upstairs when the sound stopped. Though it was hard to tell, there was someone kneeling and looking down from the railings on the third floor. Remus was swept away by his friends before getting a better look at the person, but he had a good idea who it was.

I chuckled when I saw the Marauders rush to their class after bracing the impact of my nails-against-board sound explosion. A few students started to enter my classroom, so I stood up and got ready for teaching once again.

A/N- I can finally start with the teaching. This chapter was way longer than the others, and it will continue with that! ^^