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Title: The New Teach(1/?)
Author:Rick MacLeod
Pairing: None for the moment.
Rating:I only write it, I’ve got no clue. G in this chapter.
Summary: Hogwarts’ newest Defense against the Dark Arts teacher…and her naughty students.
Spoilers: Probably everything up to HP+THBP, and all of BtVS till S7, Angel to S5.
Disclaimer:Genius: (gen-yüs) n: Someone who is the best in their field; Someone who has knowledge beyond the comprehension of his peers; Joss Whedon. JKR is a goddess, and together, Joss and Jo have created the world.
Author's Notes: hehe. I smoosh.
Feedback: Please... email me at rpjmacleod@gmail.com
“I wonder who they’ve gotten this year.” Ron nudged Harry as they sat behind their desk. He heard Hermione snort behind him.
Harry sighed. “I don’t really care. Anyone’s got to be better than what we’ve had to deal with. And what with everything going on, As long as he doesn’t have a tattoo, I’ll be happy.” Harry sat down and winced as he heard a familiar voice behind him.
“I’m just glad Snape’s gone. It’ll be so much easier around here without him.” Draco spoke loudly, intending for others to hear his conversation. “I can’t believe people thought I was a part of all of that. Can you believe it? Me?” Draco looked at Goyle and pointed at his own chest. Goyle shook his head in response. Draco nodded, satisfied, and said, “Exactly. Why would I do…” Draco trailed off, as the door from the office slammed. He sat down in his seat, with a smirk at Harry.
A tall, dark haired woman walked in, and jumped over the railing, landing on the floor. She surveyed the classroom, and pointed right at Draco. “You. Come here.”
Everyone noted her American accent, and her lack of introduction. Hermione raised her hand, as Draco sat up defiantly.
The woman looked at Hermione and said, very simply, “Yeah?” She slid her eyes back to Draco, and held them there.
“I know it’s going to sound like an obvious question, but are you the new Professor?”
Students chuckled around the room, and Draco snorted loudly. The woman ignored Hermione’s question, and said simply. “I said, come here. I don’t like to ask things more than once, and you’re not gonna like it when I do.”
She seemed to have disapparated, she was at Draco’s desk so quickly, grabbing him by his robes, and tossing him over her shoulder. That’s when Hermione realized what was off about her.
She nudged Harry and Ron, and whispered loudly, “Look! She’s got no wand!” The boys eyed her, as if they hadn’t been doing it already, and realized Hermione was right. The woman wore no robes, but tight, leather pants, and a form fitting sleeveless shirt. Her belt, clearly visible, contained not a wand, but a stake. She walked over to Draco, who was picking himself up from the floor, and said, “Now maybe you’ll listen to me?”
He nodded, and walked over to stand where she’d instructed earlier. She nodded to herself, and announced to the class. “I hear you guys haven’t had much education on Vampires and Demons. I’m gonna fix it.” She looked at Draco, and said, “You have a wand, right? Defend yourself against me.” She brandished a stake, and started towards him. Draco paled, and raised his wand, muttering a disarm.
The woman jumped, suddenly, over the jolt of energy, and landed, toppling Draco to the floor, and pinning him, stake just above his heart. She screwed up her nose, stood, and looked down at him. “Go back to your dorm and change.”
Amidst the laughter around the room, he walked out, and the only thing he heard over the din was her say to the class, “Okay, so my name’s Faith…”
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