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Reconnecting . . . Xana Welcome's You to Hogwarts

Chapter 3: Classes from Hell

Beginning of Classes at Hogwarts:

Herbology was an interesting class for the Lyoko warriors no matter what year they were placed in. They went from learning the anatomy and physiology of plants to learning how fatal a screeching baby mandrake could become - who knew plants could be deadly?

Transfiguration and Charms were probably where the wonder twins shined the most - so much that they outshined the know-it-all-bratty Ravenclaw Granger. Odd was quickly able to transfigure his match into a needle, and rat to a cup. Ulrich was able to quickly get the arm movements down and pronounce the Latin words - thanks to having learned the different defensive and offensive moves of Pencak Silat. Again Hermione was angry at being upstaged by a transfer. She snootily stuck her nose up and purposefully shoved her shoulder into Ulrich and Odds' form as she stormed between them to their next set of classes. The wonder twins confused by the anger directed at them, but not wanting to piss off the greasy git of potions professor, swiftly continued going downstairs towards the dungeons.

William and Aelita were already seated near the front of the room, with cauldrons set up. The blonde ferret sat to the right of Aelita, with the Bruenett teen with glasses sitting next to him - too engrossed in his 1000 and One Deadly Potions: How to Get Away with Murder Via Potions ~ by The Half-blood Prince. Swithly finding a seat behind the four Slytherins, Odd and Ulrich prepared their area right as the classroom doors swung open, and a man garbed in a bellowy cap stormed into the room, quickly swishing teen magazines - the stupid Gryffindor girls foolishly decided to bring into the dungeons - closed. When one girl attempted to touch her magazine it shriveled up and decomposed on the desk. Effectively terrifying her friends, the Professor dramatically turned toward the class with a nasty sneer on his face.

Barking out, "Potter! Put that book away!" Harry hummed to himself, as he carefully closed his book and placed it into his book bag. With a flick of his wand, Professor Snape began his lesson, on "Dreamless Sleep." After a swift synopsis of the potion and a quick pop-quiz towards the Gryffindor who had no hope of answering the questions, they began to make the potion. With relative ease, Aelita and William's potion quickly turned the correct shade, along with Malfoy and Potter. From the Gryffindor side of the room, Ron Weasley was sweating so profoundly that his sweat drops threatened to further taint his incorrect potion. Professor Snape, having seen enough of the buffoonery from the cowardly lions dismissed all the incorrect potions, with a bark, "For those of you who have successfully managed to potion a Dreamless Sleep concoction, bottle and label it before turning it into my desk. Those of you who haplessly messed up a simple potion will be writing two essays - one 2 foot essay on the importance of following directions and safety procedures in a potions lab, and one foot-and-a-half essay on the side effects of Dreamless Sleep on minors and addicts - Class dismissed!"

The unsuccessful students of the gold and red house bemoaned in misery at having once again started the year off poorly. Malfoy and Potter on the other hand snickered at their expressions while they waited for their new housemates to finish packing up their potion ingredients and cauldron. Ulrich and Odd had just barely managed a passible Dreamless Sleep and were thanking their lucky stars that they escaped the dreaded homework. It wasn't long before Odd's stomach made an appearance. With a quick check that Aelita was doing fine, Ulrich walked a bemoaning Odd towards the Great Hall, where lunch was being served. The unusual group of 4 Slytherins slowly followed behind them.

Flying Lessons

Yumi felt that at this point in her life, she shouldn't be surprised by whatever this magic school threw at her. But brooms? Flying Brooms no less, still presented her with a shock. Not to mention the fact that almost no one seemed to be listening to the teacher - who had introduced herself as Madame Hooch - when she told everyone to hover. Although what else should she expect from a bunch of kids from a house dedicated to breaking the rules? She could only hear her annoying roommate's voice now. Complaining about their lack of attention, rule-following, and just general listening. At this point though, she'd give the annoying girl a pass, as there were at least five or six kids struggling to get back to solid ground.

It was an amusing scene to her, but not so much to the teacher; who immediately drug the students down, confiscated their brooms, and revoked a plethora of house points. "Yumi, since you're the only one seemingly committed to listening to me this term, why don't you fly these brooms over to the broom closet and grab the training brooms? That way no one else can get more than 3 inches off the ground." Madame Hooch remarked.

Of course, there would be a broom closet. There just had to be one if a teacher, or flying instructor, had a bunch of brooms to spare. Yumi precariously pushed herself and her broom gently off the ground higher than the class initially was told to, and cautiously followed the directions Hooch was yelling out for her. The closet wasn't too hard to find, but the brooms had a mind of their own. One knocked Yumi onto the ground, and another let the 'training' brooms loose. She couldn't believe that those were training brooms considering they tended to fly at least three feet in the hair, full speed, toward the rest of her class, unlike the gentle three inches and slow crawl she was promised they were spelled for.

Yumi moaned with a slap to her face, "Oh no…" as she swiftly tried to catch up to the brooms. As she neared the rest of her class, the brooms seemed to have stopped in front of Madame Hooch. The professor had a stern look on her face and barked out to the nearly whimpering students to choose a new broom and repeat the previous steps of yelling "Up!"

Only now did Yumi notice one of her friends. Clutching onto his broom for dear life even though it was at most three inches off the ground. With a soft roll of her eyes, she calmly walked over to Jeremy, bent down with a smirk, and stated, "Einstein, if you're that afraid of flying on a broom, how did you ever climb the roof at Kadic?" Jeremy stuttered with a bright blush framing his face, "That! That was different! The ground was still solid under me! Not some messily thrown-together little twig that can snap or slip or splinter!"

"Well, at least you don't actually have to stand on it." She remarked. Jeremy took a hand off the broom to help enunciate something before gravity quickly thought differently about his plans, and brought Jeremy swiftly to the ground on his face - "ouch." Yumi quickly helped Jeremy sit up, her worry for her friend overriding the near laughter as somehow the fall had managed to make his nose bleed. "Let's see if we can get you to wherever the nurse's office is here." Yumi softy told him, helping him onto his feet.

Madame Hooch seeing the blood leaking out of Jeremy's cracked nose, raised a hand to her forehead and sighed loudly, "It's like Longbottom last year all over again - go. Go take the main stairwell, to the 4th floor, to the right of the Knight portrait."

GREAT HALL
The chatter in the Great Hall was very loud, and it was really noticeable when the Slytherin 2nd years walked in - everyone stopped talking for the minute it took them to sit down before the chatter started up again. Many professors were talking away to their fellow peers up at the head table, Professor Lockhart being the most boastful on all his accomplishments before landing the job of Defense Against the Dark Arts - the same subject the 2nd years would be having after lunch. Raven and Huff together first, while the Gryffindors and Slytherins were in their second year of Broom Flying; before the Gryffindors and Slytherins attended DADA, while Raven and Huff attended potions.

Over at the Gryffindor table, Odd was chowing down on the drumsticks, mashed potatoes with gravy, and a roll, while Ulrich's face turned a little green as he noticed a red-head acting with the same mannerisms as Odd was a little way down. Mumbling to himself, he questions, "Why do I like this idiot again?"

Jeremy said against the gap between the two tables, "Wasn't it because of what happened in the boiler room at the hermitage?" Ulrich immediately flushed and stammered, causing Jeremy to chuckle, "Wha! I…I thought we agreed we would never mention that incident when I told you in confidence Jer!" Jeremy held his hands up in mock defense with a smirk on his face.

"Uh oh, looks like little ikki Ronnie Kinz is making a big mess again" the ginger twins teased. The youngest ginger covered her eyes as her brother made an even bigger fool of himself. She then spotted the dark hair heartthrob over in Slytherin. The new transfer - however, she can't focus on him. Her mother always told her that she could be Ms. Potter if she remained true to herself, and she was damn sure going to do everything in her power to make that dream come true, whether it be real love or potion-aided love. But that didn't mean that she could have a little fun along the way.

~Raven Huffle DADA~

"Good afternoon Students, let me introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher." He paused for a moment, then flourishes his hand as he points to himself, "Me. Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League and five times winner of Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile-Award -But I don't talk about that." His tone changes to be a smidge bashful. Jeremy and Neville who sat beside him could already tell that the guy was full of himself. "I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at her, you know?" With all the grace that a cow could have, he trapezed across the front of the room, waving a hand, commenting, "I see you've all bought a complete set of my books. Well Done. The initiative is much appreciated. I thought we'd start today's lesson with a little quiz." Groans from the male population of the room ensued, "Now, now, nothing to worry about. Just checking to see how well you've read the material, and how much you've taken in…" He trailed off sketchily. Making shivers go down a majority of the students' backs.

Jeremy though, was beginning to freak out, "A pop quiz?! On the first day?! But I don't know anything about the magical community! Oh no, I'm doomed," he thought dismayed.

Lockhart began passing out the papers with a flick of his wand. His sense of magic control was so off that some of the papers landed on a kid's head, while another slid under the desk behind the poor girl. He stated with a smile, "Whoops, must have put too much "Swish and Flick" into it, am I right?" Hermione giggled to herself, from her seat, 3 rows in front of Jeremy and Neville.

"Alright, you have 30 minutes starting now - good luck!" The room filled with quills scratching on parchment.

~Gryffindor and Slytherin Flying Lesson` Year 2~

"Alright, no repeats of last year Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy. We will be following all directions to the T - got it?" The two mentioned boys grinned but nodded. "On the count of my whistle mount your broom, but do not - I can not stress enough - do not kick off!" Of course, moments later, the two heads of Slytherin were dueling each other in the sky. Madame Hooch screaming after them. Odd spend most of the class laughing as Ulrich struggled to get more than 5 inches above ground with his Vertigo.

~Class Change~

William and Aelita noticed Jeremy walk out of the defense classroom with the other Hufflepuffs with an anxiety-ridden expression on his face. Concerned, she asked him as she stopped, "Jeremy? What's wrong?". A mouse-like boy piped up beside him, "He feels bad after failing the professor's pop quiz. Apparently we were supposed to have read his complete collection of books, before the first class."

William chimed in, "That's not right" Giving a reassuring squeeze to his should they split off their separate ways. Taking seats in the middle rows as the rest of the Slytherins and Gryffindors took a spot, they anticipated this quiz.

Less than 45 minutes later the DADA doors slammed open as a fiery pinkette stormed out. After the slam of the doors finished echoing you could see five boys cautiously trailing after her. The brunette was holding two orange parchments - Detention slips. William sweat drooped as he trailed after her, wondering - for once, how scary she would have been if she was the one under Xana's control. Odd and Ulrich agreed when he mumbled this softly to them.

-Evening [aftermath of Jeremy and Neville in potions]

A collection of students walked out of Potions class with mortified looks on their faces. Snape had torn into all of them for failing to make what he classified as a 'simple' potion. But he tore into none of them as badly as he did Jeremy and Neville. Both boys had limited knowledge of potions, Jeremy's only experience being Chemistry back at Kadic. So Snape had fun tearing into them after class, demanding a ten-foot essay that was due the next day. With promises of detention if it wasn't done up to his standards.

Jeremy, still off put from failing the test in his Defense Against the Dark Arts class, looked about as pale as Nearly Headless Nick. There was no way he'd be able to get a two-page paper done with his packed schedule, let alone one that was 10 feet. It made him wonder just how that Professor still had a job with him demanding these egregious essays. Although, most students had probably found a spell for something to get around doing it.

Entering the Great Hall for dinner, Jeremy immediately noticed the very heavy atmosphere. All the second-year students had horrible afternoon classes with either Snape or Lockhart - he wouldn't even deem either of them with the title professor in his mind, they didn't deserve it. Catching up to Odd and Ulrich, who were trying their best at being inconspicuous in watching the Slytherins and cuddling together, he questioned, "What happened in DADA?" Odd wearily answered, "Lockhart ended up calling Aelita the equivalent of Sissy, she fired back that he was a fraud, and not able to teach this class since he was a phony. He gave her a detention for the rest of the week. Potter also got one as well, because he made a mockery out of Lockhart - it was funny…but Aelita is supper scary when she is pissed off."

Ulrich weakly commented, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure her dorm mates are even giving her a wide berth of space after she stormed out of the classroom - uh oh"

All three boys turned towards the Slytherin table, watching as Professor Snape appeared behind Aelita and Harry and demanded that both troubled Slytherins meet him in his office immediately. All the Lyoko warriors could think was, "Uh oh."