Sorry it took so long! I've been so busy! ive just got back from holiday and finished my exams
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You took youre hood down. "Hi," you replied. "Oliver this is Ali Malbien, she is teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts with Remus, Ali this is Oliver Wood who is helping Madam Hooch with Quidditch."
"Hi," you said again.
"You're helping me with Quiddich as well aren't you?" he said smiling
"as much as I can, yup." You realized you were still holding his hand. You quickly dropped the grasp. Just then the bell rang. This signiinfied the beginning of the first lesson. "Got to go!" you said "I'm teachinig seventh years in 5 minutes!" With that, you turned on your heel and fled from the room. You felt a stare still fixed on your back as you left the office but ignored it. You pulled your hood up as you ran. You reached the classroom. Thankfuly no-one had arrived yet. You waved your hand carelessly and the desks arranged themselves. With another flick of your hand the board had cleared itself of the last lesson of the previuos year. "The Incedio Spell and How to use it."
You sorted out your folders. Seeing as they were seventh years, you would obviously be teaching them something advanced. You were also nervous about teaching people your own age. You were still seventeen your birthday wasn't until January. Still, no matter. You flicked your hand in the direction of the board and left it to write what you were mentally writing in your mind onto the board. You glanced down the register. You were aware that students were filing into the classroom as the level of noise ws rising. You heard the chalk drop from the board and reached out our hand to catch it and placed it on your desk. You looked up. They were all there. Most of them trying to catch glimpses of your face.
"Right." you said clearly, I'm going to take the register and then we shall begin. My name is Professor Malbien and I will learn your names in due course. " You called out the first name on the register "Abbot Hannah,"
"here," You didn' glance up at any of the students while you were calling the register. As you called out "Granger, Hermione," you heard a whisper of
"Accio, register," You could sense exactly where the spell was coming from. In the split second before the spell rached the register, you muttered "Finite Incantertum" (sp?) "20 points from Slytherin, Mister Malfoy for attemting to cause disruption during register." you hadn't looked up at al the whole time. There was a sharp intake of breath.
"How do you know my name?" You looked up and into the gaze of an embrassed Draco Malfoy. "How do you know my name."
"It's on your Prefect badge." you said. There was a snigger of laughter coming from the class. You finished the register without any other disturbances. At the end of the register someone else asked a question.
"!Why won't you take down your hood?"
"Because Weasley, I don't have to, nor do I want to, and nor do I see how taht is any buisness of yours." Ron turned scarlet. you smiled addressing the class. "Now then," you said "The Shield Charm." At the end of the lesson you called: "Could Potter stay behind please," Everyone else filed out, and Harry approached your desk. "Oliver Wood would like to see you at the Quidditch pitch at seven o'clock exactly." you said looking him in the eye.
"But Professor, he doesn't go to this school anymore." You laughed.
"i know that Harry," you said smiling. "He's come back to help Madam Hooch. Seven o'clock okay.? Now off you go, you'll be late for Charms otherwise." As your first years filed into the room.
HARRY'S POV
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"There's something weird about that new teacher." Ron said at dinner. "How did she know that was Malfoy who muttered the spell? I didn't even hear him mutter a spell. Not that i'm complaining. The look on his face was hilarious."
"Not as much as yours. " said Hermione. "You went as red as a beetroot. What did she want to talk to you about Harry?"
"huh?" said Harry. "Oh, Wood wants to meet me at the Quidditch pitch. He's come back to help Hooch out."
"Cool!" said Ron. "Maybe he can help us win the Cup!"
"Mmm... maybe."
"What are you thnking about Harry?" asked Hermione.
"I was just wondering why Malbien didn't take her hood down. Her voice sounded like it was only seventeen. "
"Don't be silly Harry," scoffed Hermione. "He wouldn't let seventeen year old teach us wold he?"
"A very uncertain question Miss Granger, " said the soft voice of the Professor they had been talking about for the last 10 minutes. She stood behind Hermione. "Would he indeed?" Harry watched her go. Then Ron spoke. "She definetly is weird." Harry looked at his watch. "it's seven o' clock, I better go."
"See you later."
As Harry walked off to th Quiddditch pitch he began to think. 'Would Dumbledore let us be taught by 17-year old. He hired Lockhart and Umbridge..... you never know....." This trail of thought was cut short by a loud: "Harry!" Harry turned to see Oliver standing by the entrance to the locker rooms.
"Well done on making Captain Harry, " he said "I knew you could do it." He smiled at Harry proudly and thn said "Listen Harry, I know Im not in Gryffindor anymore but Ive got some really good idea for Quidditch moves," as he pulled out the infamous white boards with loads of complicated coloured lines that had needed so much explaining Harry had missed breakfast too often for his liking.
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