A.N.
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I'm still not sure about this story. I feel as though I'm getting more negative information then positive but I guess whatever works.
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Chapter 2. Pigpimples Here We Come.
Percy's POV:
Five nights, four confused bus drivers, three suitcases, two people, and one plane ride later, Annabeth and I were in England. We had a week when we first arrived before term started so we could get to know the castle and learn the history of it.
I would be teaching Defence Agaisnt the Dark Arts, and Annabeth would be teaching Transfiguration.
Hecate had talked to us for hours and hours and hours and hours about spells and different wizards and witches who did amazing crap and got their name in a book, I forgot all of it, Annabeth remembered all of it. We balanced out.
I knew quite a few spells already, Hecate had managed to defy some laws of magic and give us some for the time we were at Hogwarts. We also got wands. Now, I know what you're probably thinking, 'Percy blew up 6 schools and that was without a magic stick that could do basically anything he wanted it to, why in the name of Hades underpants did they give that kid more power' and I have to say, I've been doing quite well. I kind of burnt off half of Annabeth's hair at one point, but Hecate fixed it, so no worries. Well, unless you're Annabeth, who was kind of mad.
But the hardest part of all was learning your way around Hogwarts. The school was massive. Like, literally, huge. And, I mean, they don't exactly make it easy. The staircases move for crying out loud. I mean who does that.
Annabeth and I had our own bedroom, which was located a few paintings down from the Gryffindor common room.
The password was Το παρελθόν. (A.N. Okay according to Google Translate this means 'the past' in Greek. I would like to put a disclaimer and say I know absolutely NO Greek so I honestly have no idea if that's correct grammar or what have you.) When you first entered the room there was a small circular living area, with a two-person love seat and some chairs. A wireless wizard radio thing sat on a small side table and a coffee table was placed artfully in the middle of all the seats. Then there was a small door that led off to the bedroom, which again was a small circular room with a king-sized four-poster bed.Then leading off of the bedroom was a bathroom. Going back to the living room there was another door that led to a miniature kitchen that was for in case we didn't want to eat in the great hall one time. (Fun fact: I found out where the great hall was first because, ya know, food.) It was a very small space but it was incredibly cozy and I loved the fact it was just for Annabeth and me. Anyway, we'd be spending most of our time around the school so it didn't really matter if it was small.
"You know," I told Annabeth as we did our now nightly stroll around the grounds, "I haven't seen any blue food here yet. None. Whatsoever." Annabeth scoffed lightly. "I guess they aren't magic after all, they don't eat blue food. Woah. That's something new. I know, Percy, someone who doesn't eat blue food. Real shocker." She said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and turned to look at her. "My how I've missed that witty tongue of yours." I replied. "Missed? It's only been gone for five minutes. Unless you've already forgotten the toad you almost crushed." She answered smoothly. I rolled my eyes again and we continued walking. I cherished this time with Annabeth, the time we got to just stroll and throw witty banter back and forth. It was peaceful. Calming. Unwavering.
"The students will be here tomorrow." Annabeth said, breaking the silence. "Yeah." I replied. It was nerve racking. The only thing I had ever taught was sword fighting. I had never taught recovery and mental strength. It terrifies me that I would have to talk to these innocent people about the horrors Annabeth and I had been through.
"You'll be okay." Annabeth whispered to me. We slowed to a stop and she put a gentle hand on my cheek. "I know it's hard, just stick to the basics. You aren't supposed to tell them the nitty gritty stuff about..." She paused and closed her eyes in pain for a moment before continuing. "Any of it." She finished, not wanting to go into detail about the countless deaths, monsters, and let's not forget, the endless hell we had been through together.
"You'll be good too." I whispered to her. She smiled weakly, "as long as I don't accidentally turn one of them into a canary, I should be fine." I laughed lightly at her small attempt to lighten the mood. "We should probably be going back in soon. It's getting dark. Hades knows what kind of monsters this place has up its sleeve." I said.
Annabeth nodded. I leant my forehead down on hers and we both stood there for a moment. Enjoying each other's presence and breathing in the cool August air. (A.N. just now when I said August air, I meant it. Since the next day would be September first that makes today (in this time) August 31st. Haha explanation over)
I dangled my lips infuriatingly close to hers for a moment, silently daring her to be the one to give in and initiate the kiss.
"Really, Jackson? Really?" She whispered, cottoning on to my motives quicker then I had originally hoped. Somehow I always underestimate her, even when I'm almost certain I'm overestimating her. This woman never ceases to amaze me.
"Really." I replied. She rolled her eyes and looked up into mine. Her grey eyes latched with my green ones and I mentally kicked myself a million times for seductively trying to dare Annabeth into kissing me, because now she was seductively trying to dare me into kissing her, which was the complete opposite of my original intentions. I attempted feebly to move my eyes from hers, but we seemed to be locked in an exceedingly intense starring contest. "You started it." She said huffily. "Wow, real mature." I said back, in a fake pout. "I thought ladies don't start fights, they just finish them." (A.N. If you've seen the Aristocats you know where this derives from)
"A) it was a cat who said that, and B) I'm not exactly a stereotypical Lady, per-say, am I?" She answered. I groaned, Annabeth has the self-control of an owl. I on the other hand, have the self-control of a goldfish. And I knew that if I didn't kiss her first, we would literally stand out here all night debating meaninglessly on if Annabeth could be a ladylike cat or not. So, I did the only rational thing a boyfriend in my position would do. I kissed the heck out of Annabeth Chase.
O0o0O
The next morning I woke bright and early to my alarm clock pinging wildly.
"Yes, I know, I know." I muttered and threw it at the wall. I guess Leo would have to fix it, once again, when we got home.
Then, I went back to sleep after possibly permanently damaging my 6th alarm clock this year.
Then, I woke up again to Annabeth talking loudly about blue pancakes. This turned out to be a complete and utter lie on her part and I spent the next fifteen minutes tickling her until she screamed for mercy and we had a heated make out session. Pretend I didn't let slip that last part.
Then, we went down to the great hall to eat breakfast. I was able to slightly charm my pancakes into blue ones. And by my pancakes, I mean Annabeths because I burnt mine to ashes the first time trying to turn them blue. Yep, I was definitely going to make a great teacher.
"Come on Seaweed Brain, we need to go and finish preparing our classrooms for the Students. They arrive tonight and start studies tomorrow morning." Annabeth said and stood up from the teacher's table in the great hall. "Ugh, must we?" I whined. Annabeth laughed and I took that as a 'you bet your ass we do, Perseus Jackson,' and so I stood up to follow her. We walked hand in hand to her teaching room.
The room was a stunning cloud grey with delicate sweeps of darker grey to contrast. Several owls fluttered around the room contentedly, although many attempted to poop on my head before a giggling Annabeth told them to stop. In front of each desk was a neatly placed piece of parchment paper that Annabeth had laid out and decorated with a clear hint by writing 'today's notes' at the top in flourishing calligraphy.
"I bet they'll love that." I said, nodding towards the notes. Annabeth rolled her eyes. "If they're going to be in my class, they're going to learn." She huffed and I kissed her cheek, grinning.
Next we went on to my classroom.
I had decided to go a little eccentric on mine.
The walls were a delicate shade of ocean blue, and I had managed to bewitch them to shimmer like we were underwater. A large aquarium sat in the back of the classroom, which was connected by a pipe to the lake outside so the fish could swim in and out as they pleased. Don't ask me how in the world they manage to swim up the pipe.
Then things started to get a little bit less ocean themed.
Around the walls were different swords and armory from both the Greek and Roman closets. Arrows and daggers also were amongst the assortment of swords. Pictured around the walls were different Greek triumphs and memorable moments. The triumphs being things like Cupid zinging an arrow into some poor blokes buttock, and the memorable moments being Athena bursting forth from her fathers fertile head. I kid, I kid. Actually it was mainly the thirteen; let us not forget Hestia, main gods and the acts that made them particularly memorable.
For Zeus that would be triumphing over his psychotic carnivorous father, Kronos, by slicing all of Zeus' digested siblings out of Kronos' stomach.
You get the point, every God had their own triumph.
"It's amazing!" Annabeth said as she stared around the room. I grinned contentedly. "I like it." I replied happily.
"It's missing something." Annabeth said, smiling. She waved her wand and in the corner of the room, next to my desk and chalkboard, sat a small bubbling fountain. The sound of the rushing water reminded me painfully of the fountain back in Poseidon's cabin I used for IM'ing people. I buried my face in Annabeths neck and inhaled her sweet lemon scent. She drew her arm around my shoulders and we stood there for a moment, a calm silence to remember home.
"I still don't really understand why we had to leave." I whispered sadly. I felt Annabeth nod and I moved my head from her shoulder. "They need us." Annabeth replied in the same hushed voice. "Think of how amazing it would have been if we had someone to come and tell us after the wars that it would be okay. Time would move as slowly as the wounds would heal, but eventually we would find balance again. Even if it would never feel the same again." This time it was my turn to nod as I stared down into her swirling grey eyes.
"You really are a Wise Girl, you know?" I whispered and brushed my nose back and forth lovingly on hers. She smiled slightly. "So I've been told, Seaweed Brain. So I've been told."
Annabeth grabbed my hand and led me silently back to our room.
O0o0O
Annabeth and I walked down the last set of steps to the doors of the great hall and made our way to the teacher's table, where we took our seats next to McGonagall.
"Good evening, Professor Perseus and Professor Annabeth." Minerva said calmly. "Uh
" please, just Percy." I replied politely. Minerva frowned slightly and nodded. She turned and began to converse with her deputy Head Master, Professor Flitwick. (A.N. I don't think it's ever stated that Flitwick becomes head in the books but he seemed like the obvious choice to me.)
About twenty minutes later, and just when I was beginning to get a little confused as to why we came down so early, we heard the loud footfalls and voices of hundreds of happy students.
About ten seconds later the great hall doors opened and students poured in, making their way to the house tables. I stared at them all, wondering when they'd notice the two new additions to the Hogwarts Staff. After about five minutes everyone was sitting down. Flitwick stood up and made his way out a back door to collect the first year students. Another five minutes and, in three straight lines, about a hundred new eleven year olds filed in quietly. The chatter in the hall began to die down as Flitwick placed the sorting hat on a stool. Minerva had explained in depth how the sorting ceremony went and how close to Hogwarts tradition it was, so I made sure to try and reframe from making any funny comments about how patched up and old the hat was.
Flitwick began to explain the sorting ceremony to the first years. "Now when I call your name, walk up, I will place the sorting hat on your head, and it will sort you into your house." He finished. Several of them looked relieved, many looked bored, as though they had heard it all before, and others look excited. One or two looked sick.
"Aaron, Evelyn." Flitwick called out. Evelyn Aaron stepped forward shyly and made her way to the hat. Flitwick placed the hat on her head for no more than five seconds before it declared her a Ravenclaw.
And so the sorting went on until Liam Zolenth got sorted into Slytherin.
Flitwick rushed to put the hat up and then returned to his place at the teachers table.
McGonagall stepped up and tapped her spoon on the side of her glass gently. Every eye in the school turned to look at her as silence coated the hall.
"Welcome some students, and welcome back others." She began. I could see she was not used to opening Hogwarts with this speech, the grief in her eyes showed that plainly. "Last year we suffered great losses. Greater than we have ever experience before. But this time, we have come out with triumph. I would like to take this moment to remember those that passed. Those that put down their lives to welcome a new beginning. They will always be remembered as heroes." I closed my eyes and thought of all the deaths I'd seen. All the lives the wars I'd been in had cost. I felt my hand reaching for Annabeth's and she gladly took it. She squeezed mine comfortingly as McGonagall began to speak again. "Thank you." She said, just loud enough to hear. (A.N. In my story, Fred isn't dead. #sorrynotsorry)
"Now without further ado, let us eat!" She said, trying to force the sad note in her voice out as best as possible.
About forty-five minutes later every plate was scrapped clean. Minerva banged slightly on her glass with her spoon to get everyone's attention. The hall went silent. "As usual, Mr. Filtch would like me to remind all of you that the dark forest is strictly out of bounds to all students." She continued to list rules that Annabeth and I had already memorized. "Now, there are several changes of staff this year. Professor Flitwick is now my official Deputy Head master," a few whoops for Flitwick spread out over the Ravenclaw table, as he was their head of house. "Professor Slughorn is now the head of Slytherin house as well as teaching potions full time. I would like you all to join me in welcoming our two newest members of staff, Professor Perseus Jackson," I waved slightly, "and Professor Annabeth Chase." A few people clapped awkwardly for us and I gave a small smile. "I can tell they like us already." I whispered to Annabeth and she nodded, frowning. "Professor Jackson will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Professor Chase will be taking over my position as teacher of Transfiguration. They will both be co-heading the Gryffindor house." Professor McGonagall finished.
After that Minerva went through some other different notices that I paid no attention to. I decided it would be more fun to stare lovingly at Annebeth while she listened, and then she could say 'Percy! Why in Hades' name didn't you listen?' When I asked her to tell me what Minerva had been talking about. Whenever Annabeth was listening to someone, her brows creased very slightly in the middle. I had grown very fond of this expression, but not quite as much as her serious thinking expression, which I'm sure you'll hear about later.
"Now, I am sure that you're all tired. So following your prefects, make your way to your common room. Good night." Said McGonagall. I could tell she didn't feel comfortable giving the speech, like she felt that someone else should be in her place.
I stood up and stretched as the loud chatter of voices and benches scrapping filled the hall with bustle and life. Annabeth stood up with me and frowned as I opened my mouth to give a big yawn. I hurriedly closed my mouth and shot her a reproachful look, which she returned playfully. I grabbed her hand and we quietly made our way out of the great hall and started off in the direction of our room.
Harry's POV:
"Harry! Harry wake up! We'll be leaving in an hour!" I heard someone shouting my name. "Wazthetime" I mumbled groggily as I fumbled on the bedside table for my glasses. My hands touched the smooth surface of the lens and I picked them up, jamming them on my face unceremoniously. (A.N. Fun fact: unceremoniously is one of my favorite words to write in a sentence) "Time for you to get a watch." Ron sniggered, proud of the witty little joke. "Haha" I deadpanned as I blinked furiously to clear my morning vision. "Mum is about to go haywire on us for waking up so late, so I'd get up fast before she can press charges." Ron continued and proceeded to get up off my bed and make his way to his chest of drawers to find a good outfit for the train. I groaned and threw my head back on the pillow. I was excited about going back home to Hogwarts, but I was also terrified of the memories the old castle would stir up. Hermione and Mrs. Weasley had broached the subject with us several weeks ago, Hermione saying she 'thought it would be best if we went back to finish out education' and Mrs. Weasley saying 'Ronald Weasley you are going back to get a solid learning experience, of course it's up to you Harry dear if you go back or not, but I always think it's best.' And so, not really having any choice, here I was. The morning Hogwarts started.
I groaned again and pulled myself off the bed. I stumbled to my suitcase and pulled out some clothes. Ron was humming a tune under his breath about, what sounded like, sausages. But I couldn't really be sure. I made my way out of the room and into the hallway where I bumped into Ginny accidentally. "Morning." I mumbled. "Morning!" Ginny said brightly and kissed my cheek. I smiled at her and continued on the short distance to the bathroom.
I stepped into the small sunlit room and began preparing myself for the long and painful day ahead. Stepping into Hogwarts would mean home, but it would also mean heart wrenching memories to flood back. Dumbledore falling, Snape dying, Lupin and Tonks, and thousands of other tragedies that I could barely squash into my over disaster ridden head. I sighed and began to splash my face with cool water in the sink, sighing in relief as the water began to grow warmer by the wash.
Eventually it got to a painfully hot temperature and I remember that somebody would eventually notice if Harry Potter attempted to drown his feelings in a small rickety sink on the fourth level of the Weasley's house. I sighed again and shut off the tap. My face was a blotchy red color from the water and I began to pat dry it with a towel. Parts of my hair were littered with small water droplets from my 'shower' and I attempted to towel them too. Eventually my hair was sufficiently messy and moderately dry, my face was back to its normal color, and I was wearing semi-matching clothes. I opened the door and exited the bathroom. Hermione glared at me as I walked out. "Took you long enough." She mumbled as she walked into the bathroom. "Sorry." I muttered in response and continued on my way to Ron's room, to finish throwing my assortment of belongings in my Hogwarts case.
I pulled open the door and found the room much more crowded then it normally was. Not only was Ron in there, but so were Ginny, Fred, (A.N. Remember what I said about how in this story Fred doesn't die? I'm sticking to that. Fred was the worst death, in my opinion, and I hated it so much) and George.
"The man of the hour!" George exclaimed happily as I entered.
"Harry Potter, Everyone!" Fred announced. I glared at them and they shut off their antics.
"Very nice." I said, clapping sarcastically. "You should be television announcers."
"What announcers?" All the Weasley's chorused at the same time. I rolled my eyes, "never mind."
"I wouldn't go down to breakfast if I were you," Ginny said, "mums been yelling at everyone who enters be kitchen. Are you all packed?" I nodded as I shut my suitcase with a bang. I went and sat down on my makeshift bed.
"It'll be kind of weird for you to be going back after all that's happened." George said, breaking the silence. He and Fred we're going back to running Weasley's Wizards Wheezes, they figured everyone could use a good laugh after all that had happened, and they weren't wrong. I nodded. "I think it will be good though, I think I need closure. The ability to go to Hogwarts and not be haunted by memories is something I don't know will happen, but maybe."
O0o0O
About an hour and a half later Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Luna, and I all sat in a small compartment on the Hogwarts express. Neville had his arm draped carelessly around Luna's shoulders as they read the quibbler upside-down together. (A.N. I know, I know, I know, Rowling never actually made them date/get married, but in my story, they're a thing, so there.) Ron and Hermione were having one of their flirtatious arguments about something or other, and Ginny was napping on my shoulder.
I looked around the small room. Sitting here, with all my friends, I felt like maybe things could be okay again. Maybe we'd recover, probably slowly, but maybe we'd make it. And we'd definitely do it together. It was a process; a process I decided then and there would be hard, but worth the struggle.
O0o0O
Another five hours later the train squeezed to a stop. We were all now in our Hogwarts robes and the atmosphere in the train was, despite the memories, making me feel excited. I grabbed Ginny's hand, and together, with all the rest, we made our way off the train. We walked over to the Thestral pulled carriages. Now every member in our party could see them. The vision came with a heavy price. One that I wish none of us had to have paid.
We got on the carriage and the skeleton horses made their way up to the giant castle.
Soon we were all seated at the Gryffindor table in the great hall. Every eye had at least once flicked over to me, either awe or hatred (*cough* all the Slytherins *cough*) evident on their faces. I wished people would stop staring at me like I was the only light in a dark room, or a fancy display in a muggle shop. I glanced up the the teachers table. McGonagall sat at the head, looking oddly out of place. Flitwick sat to her left, and to her right was a young boy who I had never seen before. He had messy black hair and a sharp jawline, other than that I couldn't tell from this distance. Next to him sat a girl with blonde wavy hair, she looked to be about the same age as the boy.
I nudge Ron "say, who do you think those new teachers are? They look about our age!" I whispered to him. He nodded, I was glad that I wasn't the only one completely baffled.
Soon the sorting began, as usual it took way too long and by the end you could hear Ron and mine's stomachs growling unhappily. McGonagall made a heartfelt speech, but I could tell she didn't feel right making it. Dumbledore should have been up there too, along with Snape. I sighed as I tried to push all the memories out of my head as the food arrived.
After everyone had sufficiently stuffed themselves with dinner and dessert the plates vanished, leaving a clean and empty table. McGonagall banged slightly on her glass with her spoon to get everyone's attention. The hall went silent. "As usual, Mr. Filtch would like me to remind all of you that the dark forest is strictly out of bounds to all students." She continued to list pointless ruled about Weasley's Wizard Weezes that Filtch was, once again, being paranoid about.
"Now, there are several changes of staff this year. Professor Flitwick is now my official Deputy Head master," she continued after the long list of rules, a few whoops for Flitwick spread out over the Ravenclaw table, as he was their head of house. "Professor Slughorn is now the head of Slytherin house as well as teaching potions full time. I would like you all to join me in welcoming our two newest members of staff, Professor Perseus Jackson," the boy waved slightly, "and Professor Annabeth Chase." The girl gave a disapproving nod, and I could already tell her class would be hard. A few people clapped awkwardly for them, I found myself not in that small number. I watched as the boy leaned over and whispered something in the girl's ear. She nodded and they continued to look out stoically at the students. "Professor Jackson will be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts and Professor Chase will be taking over my position as teacher of Transfiguration. They will both be co-heading the Gryffindor house." Professor McGonagall finished.
After the brief introduction McGonagall went through some other different notices that only Hermione bothered listening to.
"Now, I am sure that you're all tired. So following your prefects, make your way to your common room. Good night." Said McGonagall. She looked completely worn out from the night's events, and I have to say I was just as tired.
Hermione immediately started bustling about, collecting all the first years and gathering them into a neat line to follow her up the steps to the dormitory.
Ron decided Hermione was handling the situation just fine and walked up the path to the dormitory with Ginny, Neville and I. As we walked I became aware of voices behind us, I turned quickly and saw that the two new Professors were walking in the same direction as us, but several paces behind.
"Don't look now, but the new teachers are right behind us." I muttered to the others. Of course, they all immediately looked behind us. I rolled my eyes. "What part of 'don't look now' do you not get?" I questioned. "All of it." Ron answered as he shot another sideways glance at them. We began to slow down and within seconds the two of them began to hurry past us. We sped up again, and unconsciously began eavesdropping on the conversation the two were having.
"But what if I turn the desk into a toad or something?" Professor Jackson was asking.
"Well then you'll just have to turn it back, won't you?" Professor Chase answered in a 'duh' voice. Their accents were clearly American, and had a strong New York twang to them.
"And what if I can't?" Jackson continued.
"If you can't turn your desk which you turned into a toad back into a desk, then you'll just have to stop coming up with stupid scenarios that will never happen." Chase replied.
"Worrying helps, half the things I worry about never happen." Jackson stated, as though this was a well-known fact. (A.N. Shoutout to somebody on tumblr for this quote (idk who) ) Professor Chase didn't answer and I assumed she was rolling her eyes or something.
"You're a Seaweed Brain." She muttered as they continued on. He replied with something else, but we didn't hear it because at that moment we reached the fat lady, and it was time to go to bed.
O0o0O
The next morning I woke up to the sun shinning brightly through the window. I had been too tired to even draw the hangings around my four-poster bed. I sat up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and reaching for my glasses as I did so. I jammed the glasses on my nose and slipped out of the warm bed to begin putting on my robes for the day.
Once I had finished that, I decided I should wake Ron and Neville so they would have time to get dressed before breakfast. After a heated argument with Ron about waking up, which ended in me pulling all the covers off him, we were walking downstairs to breakfast with Hermione and Ginny.
We reached breakfast just before rush hour, which was when about three hundred late-risers poured into the great hall to eat breakfast before skipping off to class with syrup dribbling down their chin.
I glanced up at the staff table. Professor McGonagall was absent, probably eating breakfast in her room. Madam Hooch and professor Sprout were conversing seriously but contentedly. The two new professors were nowhere in sight. "Oh look!" Said Hermione. "The new professors are giving out the time tables for Gryffindor." I turned in my seat and saw that what Hermione said was correct. The two professors were walking down each side of the benches, handing people timetables with brisk words and curt nods. After about five minutes Professor Chase reached us. I looked up into her face.
I hadn't gotten a good look at her the previous night because of the distance, but now up close I could see her in full detail. She had long curly blonde hair with thousands of natural highlights decorating it, she had glasses perched on the top of her head, although they looked like they were more for show, as she was reading the time tables perfectly fine. She had a small cute nose that was dotted with a fine sprinkle of freckles. Her skin was a deep tanned brown.
"Name?" She asked as she approached us. She turned her gaze on me and I couldn't help but suck in a wondrous breath. Looking at her full on I saw her eyes.
They were grey. But not the kind of grey, which is actually just a washed out blue under bad lighting. Her eyes were pure grey. I couldn't decide if they were the grey of a stonewall, or the silver of melted steel, or the grey of swirling storm clouds, but they enraptured me completely.
"Name?" She said again, this time a little more impatiently. I noticed with full astonishment how completely beautiful she was. When you explained her in full detail she sounded almost mismatched, with the blonde hair and tanned skin and grey eyes, but in reality she was breathtaking.
"Harry. Harry Potter." I breathed out, still in shock. I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Ginny and Hermione share an eye roll as Ron and I became entranced. "Here." She said, handing me a schedule. "Thanks." I muttered. Professor Chase nodded before moving on to Ron, who sounded completely dazed when he told her his name.
"Honestly." Muttered Hermione and began to eat her breakfast with Ginny in moody silence. Once Professor Chase had walked away, I busied myself with looking at my timetable.
Monday:
First period: Defence Agaisnt the Dark Arts [2]
Second period: Potions
Fourth period: Charms
Fifth period: Free
Evening: free
Tuesday:
First period: Charms [2]
Third period: Transfiguration [2]
Fifth period: Free
Sixth period: Herbology [2]
Evening: free
Wednesday:
First period: Defence Against the Dark Arts
Second period: free
Third period: Transfiguration [2]
Fifth period: Herbology [2]
Sixth Period: Free
Evening: Astronomy [2]
Thursday:
First period: free
Second period: free
Third period: Potions [2]
Fourth period: free
Fifth period: free
Sixth period: free
Evening: free
Friday:
First period: free
Second period: free
Third period: free
Fourth period: free
Fifth period: free
Sixth period: free
Evening: Astronomy [2]
"Oh! We've got DADA with Professor Jackson first!" Said Hermione excitedly. Ron looked at her sharply. "This wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that he looks to be terribly attractive, does it?" He inquired. Hermione blushed slightly. "You're one to talk," She shot back. "Practically drooling over Professor Chase." Ron spluttered madly for a few seconds before giving up and starting to dig into his sausages. I had to admit, I hadn't gotten a good look at Professor Jackson, and I was intrigued to see him in action. It was my firm belief that he would be a little crummy. Being young, I mean, how could he have experience anything real at that age? Anything as real as what I had experienced?
O0o0O
After breakfast we hurried off to wait outside the DADA classroom.
Finally the time reached 8 o'clock and every student in this class poured in.
By 7:55 everyone had been excitedly lined up in front of Professor Jackson's door, waiting impatiently for the moment to come. So, when the doors were finally opened for the class, everyone was a little disappointed to see that he wasn't already seated at the desk. The classroom was astonishing enough to look at, however. The whole room was a cross between accent Greek and Roman myths, and the little mermaid. Kidding, it was still an odd combination of sea and history though,
About five minutes later everyone was sat down, and beginning to talk impatiently.
"Couldn't even be bothered to show up to class." Drawled the familiar voice of Draco Malfoy. At that moment, the doors burst open, and a very flustered looking Professor Jackson walked in. His hair was even more tousled than the night before. I finally was able to get a good look at his face and body (that sounds way more sexual than it was, I promise.) He had looks that could legitimately make a heart stop. He had a defined jawline, just as I had seen the night before. His apparently windswept hair made him look boyishly charming, and slightly like me. His skin was a stunning tan, obviously not caused by the fake tanning beds Muggles use, but by the sun. his body was well defined, but not in the unhealthy steroid-excessive-weight-lifting way. It looked like it was caused by years of training. Finally there were his eyes. Just like Professor Chase's, his eyes were almost electric looking. But unlike her grey ones, his were green. They were the sea dancing in the sunlight, constantly changing colors of blues and greens, it was startling and enthralling at the same time.
"Good morning, everyone! Sorry about the wait, I, uh, slept in." He said brightly, his voice changing to a sheepish mumble at the end. The class had gone silent when he walked in, but now people were chuckling slightly, and a few girls (and guys) were sighing dreamily at the sight of Professor Jackson.
A.N.
OKAY WOAH YOU GUYS, WOAHHHHH. I worked so hard on this chapter, I've been writing it over the past like 2-3 weeks. I have never EVER written a chapter so long as it and I'm very happy that I managed to exceed 6k words, as that was my goal. Hopefully I'll be able to continue and post long chapters.
Im afraid this chapter was rushed, but hopefully the next one will be even better.
Please review and I hope you enjoyed!
-AnnabethsJackson