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Chapter 7

Substitute Teacher

Ed paid no attention to the conversation of the group after the bell rang until he was dragged out of his thoughts by the loud noise of the Great Hall. He ate quickly and went to library a little after Hermione. He quickly got the books he needed and returned to the common room to find Harry and Ron talking over their divination books.

"I haven't got a clue what any of this is supposed to mean!" Harry exclaimed loudly, upsetting a few bits of parchment around him. The blonde sat in the chair across the table that they were sitting at while opening one of his books.

"Even if it's useless you should still pay attention in class," Ed started what sounded like a Hermione type of lecture. "If you can't figure anything out, then just make it up. It's not like the class actually matters."

"Yeah, that's a good idea! Hey, Ed, shouldn't you be doing your homework as well?" asked Ron as he started to write.

"Nope. It's done."

"Already?" Ron asked with wide, surprised eyes.

"Then what are you always working on?" Harry nodded to the pile of books near their golden haired friend.

"Personal research." The duo let the topic drop with that.

Eventually, Edward fell asleep in his chair with the book open on his chest. His sleep was disturbed by the sound of Harry's fist hitting the table and the sound of his angry voice. "Be quiet!" Ed snapped before anyone else could say anything to continue their now old conversation. "You should be careful with the amount of noise you make. Some people get irritated when woken up from a peaceful sleep. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to bed." He picked up his books and went to the room he shared with his classmates. By the time that Harry and Ron came up to sleep, the blonde was already snoring in bed, still fully clothed.

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The Blonde was irritated at breakfast the next morning. His peaceful sleep had not been continued for the rest of the night. All night he had nightmares about something that he couldn't remember. He had a bad feeling about today as a shiver ran down his spine.

"You alright, mate?" asked Ron as he noticed his friend's odd behavior.

"Yeah, just have a bad feeling about today. What do we have first?"

"Transfigurations," answered Hermione. Ed groaned.

"Why do you not like that class? Does it have something to do with Professor McGonagall? She can be pretty scary," Harry tried to get to the root of Ed's strange behavior in the that particular class.

"I have my own reasons for not liking it. As for the teacher," Edward chuckled, "the teacher's fine. I had a far more ruthless teacher." Ed shuddered at the thought while grinning at the memories of his days in training.

"Who were they?" asked Hermione, wondering who could have had such an impact on the boy in front of her to make him smile at the thought of them while still being afraid of them.

"Oh, just a housewife."

"A housewife?" Ron was pretty sure that he had misheard the boy.

"Oh, yes. The scariest housewife you would ever have the pleasure, or more like misfortune, of meeting." Ed stood up from the table. "You guys comin? We don't want to be late." The trio followed Ed out of the fastly emptying hall with wide eyes at the thought of such a woman.

"So, is she worse than Snape?" asked Harry.

"Please, Snape? He's nothing."

The group walked into the transfiguration classroom and sat in their regular seats. McGonagall was standing at the front of the classroom in a stern pose. Once, everyone had arrived, she made an announcement.

"Class, I have some unavoidable business that will take me away from the school today, so we shall be having a substitute teacher here today from the country that our Ministry is trying to form an alliance with. She should be here soon, but I must be going now. Before I go I would like to say that you better be respectful to this substitute teacher. I will not tolerate any trouble making as the alliance process is still quite shaky on both sides. I shall be back by tomorrow."

As McGonagall left the classroom, almost all eyes went to Ed. "Hey Ed, do you know who's coming?" asked a random classmate.

"How should I know? It's not like I'm exactly in the communication loop." Everyone turned back to their own conversations with fear from the boys possible temper. The room quieted down as footsteps were heard outside the classroom. Eyes turned to the door. The door opened and many voices started whispering. Ed cused not so quietly, causing those near him to look at him strangely.

The substitute teacher walked to the front of the room and faced the class. She was a woman with black dreadlocks tied in a ponytail and who had stern features. She was wearing a white dress that split halfway down the front to reveal black leggings. She had her arms crossed over her chest and a tattoo somewhat visible near the edge of her neckline. Her eyes wandered over the class and stopped on one boy in particular. He face changed into one of surprise. "Ed? What are you doing here?"

All eyes once again turned to the golden haired boy, who was slightly hunched in his seat. He raided his head and said, "Hey, Teacher."

A silence followed the newest student's words. Those who had been involved or had heard the conversation from the morning were staring with open mouths. The teacher's face hardened into one of fury. There seemed to be waves of heat conducted anger flowing off of the woman.

"Edward... would you care to explain what you are doing here?" Ed winced at the poison laced voice.

"I don't think that this is the best place to talk about that. Besides, I'm here on an official mission. It's orders." The meaning of the words were lost everyone except the one that they were directed at.

"It's your own fault. I tried to warn you, but you have an even thicker skull than Al." After a brief pause, the teacher turned to address the entire class as if nothing had happened. "I will be filling in for your normal teacher today, but I have been given permission to teach anything that I am comfortable with."

"Who are you?" asked a student in the back of the class.

"Oh, I'm nothing but a housewife." Ed snorted quite loudly at that, causing even more stares as he leaned dangerously back in his chair with his arms folded in a relaxed position over his chest. It was most relaxing and normal that anyone had ever seen the blonde in while in the transfiguration classroom. "As for my name, I'm Izumi Curtis. You may call me Mrs. Curtis. Now, onto what we will be doing today. Leave your books, bags, wands, and those stupid cloaks here. Follow me."

The students rushed to get their cloaks off and follow the woman who was quickly walking out the door. Ed, had no such problem. He never wore the stupid cloak. It was always getting in the way, especially if he found himself in a violent situation. He walked next to his teacher as they talked in hushed tones. The golden trio, who was close behind, caught a few words such as mission, dogs, Alphonse, worry, and wrench. Enough to say, the trio was more than a little confused.

Izumi stopped on the green field right outside outside the castle doors. The class assembled in a clump in front of the stern looking housewife. She had her arms crossed over her chest and her legs spread out in a wide yet firm stance.

"Seeing as how I am only here for a day, the headmaster won't let me take you outside of the school limits, and there are no deserted island inside the school limits, we shall be doing a simple exercise that is a very effective training method. It is a little hard to explain, so Ed will demonstrate with me."

Ed stepped forward and started stretching his arms while walking to stand before his teacher. Observing her, Ed smiled and said, "What, no book this time?"

"No. Not this time, Edward. Congratulations." The class puzzled over the meaning of the congratulations. They were quickly pulled out of their thought when Ed rushed at his teacher with fists raised. The crowd gasped.

Edward and Izumi exchanged blows that were blocked by both participants. They quickly escalated from simply punches to add in kicks, flips, and speed. Soon, the two looked like blurs if the onlookers didn't look closely. Ed detached himself from the fight by doing a complicated backflip, landing with his feet and one hand on the ground, and sliding backwards a few yards. He pulled out a knife from a place that was unseen to the students. More gasps were heard at the appearance of the weapon. Glances towards Mrs. Curtis showed that she too was holding a weapon. It was a very sharp looking butcher's knife.

The blonde's smirk was widely visible as he ran towards his teacher again. This time, the sound of metal clanging on metal was heard almost one right after another. Some of the students stared in shock while others looked on in horrid fascination.

The spar ended a few minutes later with both participants smiling and putting away their weapons. Sweat was running down the faces of both of them, but Ed was clearly more exhausted judging by his panting.

"Good job, Ed. A worthwhile fight, but you were slow in some parts. Make sure that you don't go soft on me while you're here."

"Me go soft? Never. I've been able to keep in shape for the last few years without your daily matches." Those who had comprehended what their classmate had said marveled at the thought that he was still alive after doing that every day for who know how long.

Izumi Curtis turned her predatory like gaze onto the rest of the students. "And now, your turn." The students scrambled away from the substitute teacher in understandable fright.

"Do you really expect us to do that?" asked an annoyed platinum blonde. "Really, in what kind of freakish country has teachers that try and kill their students? My father will hear about thi-" Draco's rant was cut short by a butcher knife appearing in the ground millimeters away from his foot.

"I would appreciate if you held all questions until the end of the directions. Now, since you are not trained, all you you will attack me at the same time. Everyone must participate. Ed will be standing on the sidelines throwing rocks at anyone who is not knocked out or attacking. Well, let us begin."

After the first few rocks were chucked at the crowd of nervous and fearful students, most of the students rushed the teacher, hoping for a lucky shot if multiple people went at once. Soon, everyone in the class except for Edward was running, throwing random kicks and punches, trying to block hits, and yelling. Edward had a grin on his face as he once again threw a good sized rock at Draco for not fighting.

By the end of the lesson, all of the students were on the ground. Some had been knocked out, some were panting, some were rubbing bruises and other injuries, and Ed was laughing at the sorry condition of his class.

"You don't have to laugh!" said a slightly angered Ron who was sitting next to Ed along with his two best friends.

"Come on! You guys got your butts kicked! Not to mention that she went easy on you! Aw, you guys are worse then my brother and I when we first started. Teacher even took out her book! You guys suck at fighting."

"Thanks for putting it so bluntly," Ron muttered with sarcasm.

"You're welcome."

"Wait!" Hermione joined the conversation. "How did she go easy on us other than not using weapons?"

"Please, Hermione, No one here is gravely injured or has a single broken bone. Nothing that even warrants a trip to the nurse's office. She totally went easy on you guys!"

"This just reinforces my idea that everything I've done in the last three years has just been a fluke," mentioned a bummed Harry.

"A fight is three-fourths skill and one-fourth luck. Even a master who has studied their whole life will lose a fight if luck is turned against them. You can only go so far with training." The trio noticed how Ed spoke from something that sounded like experience.

"Hey, Ed? How do you think I did?" asked Harry, wanting to get an honest opinion.

"For not being trained at all, you did pretty good." Harry visibly relaxed at this statement.

"But seriously," Ron changed the subject, "how the bloody hell did you survive with her as a teacher?"

"It's actually very easy as long as you absorb what she teaches. I truly wouldn't be where I am today if it wasn't for here and what she taught me."

"Alright class!" Izumi interrupted any and all conversations. "Class is ending. Get out of here and hope no other teachers here need any more substitute teachers." Most of the class high tailed it into the castle so fast that it would be hard to believe that they were completely exhausted a few seconds ago. Some even muttered a few choice words regarding the substitute teacher.

The golden trio and Ed heard these words clearly. "Even if her methods were a bit harsh that is no reason to be using that kind of language!"

"Don't worry! Teacher usually invokes those kinds of reactions from people."

"What kind of demon is she?!" asked Ron in slight fear.

"Oh, she's just a housewife."

Enough said that by the end of the day, just about every student in Hogwarts was very glad that Professor McGonagall was back while the teachers were confused as to what could have possibly happened to scare every single one of the students so much that everyone refused to speak of what happened. After all, she was just a housewife.


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