Silence hung over the Great Hall. That is, until everybody (mostly the girls) came to their senses and started screaming.

Mayson looked left and right, seeing only the tops of girl's heads running towards her. Then again, she WAS standing on top of the table, trying to keep from getting mauled by the girls at her table. 'Maybe this wasn't such a good idea,' she thought, as she zapped someone's hand away.

Getting tired of just standing in that one spot, she took off running towards the end of the table.

Over by the head table, Dumbledore wactched the scene with a twinkle of entertainment in his eye. He felt McGonagoll lean over and whisper in his ear, "Don't you think we should stop them?"

He lifted his hand and said nothing. Understanding, she nodded and sat back. His eye twitched slightly as he watched the sparks fly from Mayson's hand. 'Well, don't we have an interesting little witch with us...'

Mayson was fast approaching the end of the table and started to panic. She didn't notice the doors of the Great Hall open or see the figure enter the room. Suddenly, she hit the end, tripping over a horribly placed goblet. As if in slow motion, she went flying off of the end of the table and into the arms of the unsuspecting person.

"Doctor?"

"Mayson? Oh, how lovely to see you here! What are you doing here, by the way?"

"Oh, see, this was the important thing I needed to go back home for." Without realizing it, the Doctor had carried her over to the Head Table. Placing her on it, he looked up as she began talking again. "And you? What are you doing here?"

"Didn't you hear? Apparently being a Time Lord grants one some magical powers so I'm the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher!" He laughed as he took in her shocked expression. "Fitting isn't it?"

Mayson was still trying to get over the shock that the Doctor-her Doctor, in his brown pinstripe suits and cream Converse, and those glasses (god, those glasses!)-was actually here. Right in front of her! And what better a time to start teasing him than now!

"You know, I'd be careful if I were you. I hear they get a new DADA teacher every year. Coincidence? I think not."

"Oh, that's alright. In case you've forgotten, I'm not that easy to get rid of." He smiled at her in his big toothy way and made it impossible for her not to smile back.

Laughing, she rolled her ankle before hissing in pain. "Hey Doc, think you could fix my sprain?"

He looked skeptically at her. "You know I'm not actually a doctor, right?" He laughed as she gave an eye-roll and half-nod. "Good, just so we're all on the same page. Do you mind helping out?" She nodded and held her hand out flat above the tabletop in front of Snape where medical supplies suddenly appeared. "I don't understand what you need me for if you could probably do it yourself."

She shrugged. "I'd rather it be done by a not-really semi-professional." He looked up at her but was met with her facing the other way. "Plus, I'm just super lazy."

"Ahhh, that was the answer I was looking for."

She turned to smile down at him cheekily, but ended having to hold back a gasp as she realized he was wearing The Glasses-so sexy they needed to be capitalized.

Trying not to blush furiously all she could get out was, "Yeah, well, whatever." To avoid further embarassment, she leaned on the heel of her hands and looked over to her right. She jerked her head the person sitting there, desperately trying to ignore the Doctor's hand, that was now traveling up her leg to reach the hem of her sock.

"So, what are you in for?" She tried sounding aloof and confident, with a hint of humor, she really did. Instead, she ended up sounding like a prepubescent Mickey Mouse who had just sucked in a gulpful of helium.

"Potions." He said with a tone that was both final and bored.

"Oooh, interesting... It sounds exciting! I can't wait to get started!" She was thankful for the needed distraction. She was so happy, she sat up and clapped her hands, swinging her feet back and forth.

"Woah, watch where you're swinging! Unless you want to break my glasses, I suggest you be careful. And be still, I'm not done with you just yet!" The Doctor looked up at her, laughing.

She immediately stopped all movements, not because she was obeying him, but in fear that she might actually end up kicking his glasses off his face. And she definitely didn't want THAT. "Oh, right. Anyway, as I was saying," she leaned back into her original position, looking over her shoulder at Snape, "Potions is a class I just can't wait for." 'Mostly because it's the only class I'll be able to participate in. Well, that and DADA. Really should stop calling it DADA, sounds weird.'

He met her stare with a full on glare. "Ms. Gray, would you be so kind as to refrain from touching me." Flinging his left hand up forcefully, he threw Mayson's horribly placed right hand off of his and into her face.

"Ouch!" She exclaimed, rubbing the spot between her eyes. "No need to be so violent. It was an accident!" She scoffed.

The Doctor stood up suddenly and tapped her thigh. "You're all set." He gave a small smile as he surreptitiously took off his glasses and placed them back in his pocket. Of course, that didn't go completely unnoticed.

"Yay." It was a bittersweet moment when she realized that he had taken his glasses off and that she had missed him putting her sock back on. Placing both of her hands, and skillfully avoiding Snape's, on the table, she pushed herself off. She was suddenly caught in the Doctor's arms with an, "Oompf!"

He chuckled. "Not jumping-off-tables all set."

"Oh, right, thanks." He placed her down on the floor gently, shaking his head as he watched her hurriedly hobble her way over to the other side of the Head Table.

Setting herself on the arm of the Doctor's chair, she turned to face Snape. "Okay, what is your major malfunction?"

Snape slowly turned to face her. "Excuse me?"

She huffed and crossed her arms. "Well, I don't know. I have this feeling that ever since I entered the Great Hall, you've had a problem with me. And I don't understand why, because I haven't said anything remotely insulting to you!" She paused a second as she backtracked. "Well, except for just now, but you know what I mean!"

He stared blankly at her for a few moments before responding. "Ms. Gray, if you haven't realized, I have a problem with everyone."

She blinked once before letting a small smile spread across her face. 'Oh, I see now. He's closed off. Hmph, quite like a certain someone I know. But why?'

'What an odd girl,' he thought. He watched in discreet amusement as her face went from being happy, to confused with cute furrowed eyebrows, to complete anger. 'Wait, cute?' His eyes widened slightly as she suddenly got up close and personal.

"Oh, really?" She raised her eyebrow, moving so close that Snape could feel her breath blow in puffs as she spoke. "Do you eavesdrop on everbody's Legilemency-that's like what you and I do except we can see each other in our mind and it's a skill that can be obtained by any wizard or witch, quite unlike our particular gift," she explained to the Doctor before he even had a chance to even consider asking the question, "-conversations as well? Because the last I checked, those were supposed to be private." She ground out the last few words, moving in even closer so that she was now leaning over the arm of Snape's chair as he slightly bent over the other side.

Mayson's left hand shot up, catching the bright green apple that was suddenly hurtling towards her head. She was only slightly surprised when she found her hand wrapped around another. She followed it to the Doctor, who looked at her with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry, it's an instinct thing." She smiled at him, letting him know that it was okay. He smiled back at her brightly.

"Mayson!" The two jumped, and each let go of what they were holding, causing the forgotten apple to roll onto the floor and back towards its original owner. The Doctor and Mayson's hands, however, managed to stray a little closer than the apple. So close, in fact, they were almost touching.

She slowly looked over to her right, her eye twitching slightly. "That's my name, don't wear it out. What may I help you with?"

He kicked the apple from where it layed on the floor, into his hands, dusting it off with the sleeve of his robe. "Oh, nothing really. I was just wondering if you could get out of our potion teacher's face. You do know he has the authority to take points away from your house, right?" She turned and met her eyes with the Doctor's, both shrugging slightly. She then looked back at him blankly. "Let's just say you could single-handedly destory your house's chance of winning the house cup."

"Mmhmm, yes, and the house cup is...?"

Draco threw his hands up and sighed exasperatedly. "For the love of Merlin! It's like explaining it to a five year old!"

Mayson jumped up excitedly. "Hey, I met Merlin! He was a nice guy, remember that?" She asked, facing the Doctor.

He nodded his head in recognition. "Oh yeah, wasn't all he was cracked up to be, though. He ended being a tad bit of a disappointment. He was really just all smoke and mirrors. Oh, but he was brilliant for a wizard of his time. Do you remember that one thing he used to do? With the dragon?"

"Oh my goodness, that was amazing! I couldn't believe it! You know, I think I figured-"

"Helloo! I was talking over here! What do you mean you've met Merlin? No one living has met Merlin, it's quite impossible to do so! And why do you seem so familiar with this bloke over here, who happens to be our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?"

"Oi! I'm not a bloke!" He turned to Mayson. "Am I a bloke?"

She placed a hand on his arm and smiled soflty at him. "No sweetie, you aren't a...bloke. Boy, does that word sound weird coming out of my mouth. Eh, I guess that's what you get for being American." She turned her focus back to Draco in time to catch the end of his rant.

"And is that where you've been for these past couple of years? With him?"

"Look, Draco, I-" She was suddenly cut off by the sound of a long, loud gong. "Well, whattaya know?." She grabbed her stuff and walked down to where Draco was standing, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Time for classes to start."

Draco stood there, dumbfounded. "What? We don't have a gong to indicate the start of our classes."

The sound of a cleared throat echoed throughout the hall and everyone looked toward the podium where Dumbledore was now standing. "That gong signals the start of morning classes. Good day, everyone."

Mayson and Draco turned back to each other. "Well, I guess you do now." She patted him once on the shoulder before joining the others in exiting the Great Hall. By the time he had gathered his bearings and turned around, she was lost to the sea of students.

Meanwhile, at the teacher's table, Dumbledore sat back in his chair, wondering just what kind of trouble the quirky little witch and her Doctor would brew next.

Hello~

After about a year of being gone, I'm finally back! Did you miss me? Eh, probably not. Anyway, since I have recently fallen in love with Doctor Who, mostly the Tenth Doctor, I have decided to include him in my story. I don't know if I got his character down exactly spot-on, but oh well! I'm not very good at babbling. *receives skeptical looks from friends and family* Okayy, I'm not very good at techno-babble. ^/^ Ah, well, work with what you got, right?

Anyway, I hope I still have some readers out there who are willing to forgive and review. So if you're a newcomer or a fed up waiter (waiter-er?), please R&R!

Happy Writing~ ^_^