The two went to their seats in the back. They were currently in the History of Magic.
"Boring." Morty whispered to her, grinning.
Angela rolled her eyes and looked at him. "Shh. Pay attention. I don't need to know these things. I lived through them. You on the other hand actually have to do this for a grade. Also think how many times I was in this class."
He pouted at her. "But you make it more interesting, couldn't you be the teacher?"
"No. Now shh.." Angela looked back to the front, where the professor was talking about Merlin and King Arthur.
"I bet you met them." He whispered again. Angela's head jerked towards him, with disapproving eyes.
"No, I did not. Now shh or I'll put a Silencing charm on you." Angela threatened.
"Fine." He mouthed and made it looked like he was paying attention. Angela nodded to his action and went back watching until a certain ghost appeared behind the professor.
"Peeves." Angela silently shrieked. Morty just started chuckling to himself when he saw how panicked she acted.
Peeves smiled widely and did a peace sign to the class. The class whispered amongst themselves and Angela just paled and paled. Morty just smiled.
The professor turned around from writing and Peeves was right behind him similar to the Cheshire Cat. The professor just glared at the class and went back to writing and lecturing. Peeves started to do a little jig which caused the class to laugh.
The professor turned around. "Next time I hear any of you doing any kind of sound. 20 points from all houses." The class shut up immediately.
Peeves on the other hand was busy erasing the blackboard and drawing a guy mooning the professor. Peeves then tapped on one of the professor's shoulders and then disappeared.
The professor saw the picture and his face turned red. He started screaming and just ran out of the room.
"Oh my, did you plan this?" Angela accused him.
"Nope, I just have really good luck." Morty said, grinning. "Now you have to teach."
Angela rolled her eyes and then stood straight up. She stormed to the front and stood behind the podium.
"Hello, students." She said in a pissed off yet at the same time monotone voice. "I'll be teaching the class until your regular History of Magic teacher recovers from his emotional breakdown."
"You may call me Professor Deathe or just call me Angela, which will be simplier."
The class murmured. She glared fiercly at them, most of it was directed to the very happy Tom Riddle Jr.
"Yes, I am a qualified teacher, unless you want me to get Dumbledore down here and get another substitute which may be whatever teacher does not have a class at this time." Angela sighed. She looked around. The class seemed okay with it. "Okay, Merlin as you know is one of the most powerful wizards ever."
After another 20 minutes, class was over.
"Mr. Riddle, I need a word with you." She said angrily.
"Yes?" He answered smiling. "What do you need, Pro-fes-sor?"
"I hope you're happy, because for the rest of today and maybe until next week, I'm stuck here teaching this boring class." Angela glared at him.
"What?" Reality hit him. He looked shocked.
"Yeah, I promised Albie that I would substitute whatever class if needed and there isn't anyone else to take over. Now spill it."
"I just wanted you to teach the class just one time instead of the excuse they call a teacher. I asked Peeves to help create a distraction yesterday and he agreed to it instantly." Morty explained.
Angela raised her eyebrow. "Peeves agreed to it, instantly?"
Morty nodded. Angela sighed heavily.
"Don't worry I'll still be with you during breaks and meals. Also if I ask Albie, maybe I can shorten the time period." Angela hugged Morty. "Now, go to your next class. I'll see you later."
Morty left, after he said his goodbyes. Angela started muttering something under her breath, which resulted to Peeves showing up.
"Yessss?" Peeves said like a snake.
Angela pointed her wand at him, muttered something again, and he became solid.
"Oh no." Peeves said when he realized he had become solid.
Angela grabbed his neck and started strangling him. Peeves started gasping for air.
"You! I told you to stop doing that! You should not agree to every student's pleas about messing with people!" She screeched at him.
"But I had to! It was your boyfriend!" Peeves gasped out.
Angela turned red. "Not my boyfriend!" She squeezed harder.
"You're killing me again!" Peeves yelled then he started turning ghost again.
"It serves you right!" Angela finally let go and Peeves floated there once more.
"This is the 423rd time you killed me. Most of those deaths happened since he came around. Bloody hell, what has got you so angry lately? When I first met you, you were more like a statue just watching everything. What changed?" Peeves ranted.
"I don't know!" She screamed. She sat at the desk and ran her fingers through her hair. "It's just everytime he's around. I feel like I'm with Master again. When he died, I couldn't go back. I promised him I would protect this school even if I get killed, which is unlikely." She sighed heavily.
"Yeah, yeah. You're whole world revolved around your Master. But, come on live a little."
Angela looked at him in disbelief. "Seriously? I've lived only a bit longer than this school. I'm too old to live a little. I've lived plenty."
"Oh come on, I haven't been teasing you without reason. You are in LOVE!" Peeves put emphasis on the end.
"Love? Impossible. I do not have those kind of feelings that's what Father says. I should never love anyone but ourselves." She said sadly.
"But you do feel it. You adore the kid. You are in fact in L-O-V-E!" Peeves kept saying Love again and again.
"SHUT UP!" Angela screamed. Peeves became quiet. "Okay, I admit I do adore him a lot but I can't tell him. If I do, he'll put me in the same category as the others and we won't be friends anymore. I can't handle that." Her voice broke towards the end.
Peeves pat her back, attempting to comfort her. "Well, I can spy on him if it helps."
"No, don't do that. Stalk him until I can be by his side again. Report everything he does with specific details, except him doing the private stuff don't go into detail about that."
"Roger. Good luck, with the brats." Peeves flew away.
A minute later, students started walking into class.
"Somebody, get me out of here!" She screamed internally.