Re Placed (George Weasley fanfic)

Chapter 17

A/N: I know Professor Burbage dies later, but I just needed to have some good content if you know what I mean and this was a thing I just randomly came up with.

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I wake up laying comfy under my warm bedsheets. I feel the warmth of the sun through the curtains touching my cheek.
When I arrived at Hogwarts yesterday I didn't really have time and energy to unpack my trunks and stuff. So I get up and start to unpack so I can get ready. After an hour of making my room I stand in front of the mirror with my make up on and feeling confident again. But at the same time I am so nervous, I am scared the students will be judging about my age (19) and that it will get chaotic, because they might not take me seriously. Luckily I still have a whole day to prepare myself and the classroom.
When I walk into the classroom a wave of emotions gets me of guard for a second, all the memories slowly come back to me, how I always knew everything about muggle stuff, but didn't really show it and how I always had to explain the others how things worked and I always had quite a good bond with Professor Burbage, it made me sad thinking about her death. So I went to the staff room before setting up the classroom to get some coffee. As I walk in I only see an older man sitting at the table with a cup of tea and the Daily Prophet.

"Good morning miss, can I help you?" He asks.

"No thank you sir" I say as I walk towards the cupboard to get a coffee cup.

"What are you doing here?" He asks.

I feel stupid, because I didn't realize not everyone may know of my presence as a teacher yet. "Oh I'm sorry sir" I say quickly. "I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Y/N Y/L/N... I will be teaching muggle studies here for a while."

"Oh I'm sorry, I totally forgot! How could I be so stupid, I could've known that. I'm professor Horace Slughorn. Nice to finally meet you" he says enthusiastic.

"Nice to meet you to" I smile and sit down at the table opposite him after shaking his hand.

He lays down his paper and takes a sip of his tea and so do I. "So you are the mysterious apparater?" He asks curiously.

"Excuse me for asking, but what do you mean exactly with 'mysterious apparator' sir?"

"You don't have to call me sir, you can just call me Horace. And I mean by mysterious apparator... You are the girl who got at Hogwarts without knowing how right?"

I quickly nod as he continues.

"Well it's impossible to apparate to Hogwarts, but somehow you should have gotten here and accidental  apparating is almost impossible and very rare, it only happens to the best Wizards in this wizarding community when they're at a very young age. I never heard of it happen, but I've read about it.

"Well that's the thing, I don't know how I got here either that night. It was very strange and if there was some sort of leak in the magic I hope it's fixed otherwise anyone could get here, maybe even you know who."

"You're right" professor Slughorn says staring at his paper laying on the table with a worried face.

I drink up my coffee and stand up to clean the empty glass as McGonagall walks in.

"Oh hello Y/N, had a good sleep?" She says smiling up to me.

"Yes I did, thank you. I was just about to leave to set up my classroom for tomorrow, but if you want me to stay..."

"No you go do your thing" Mcgonagall answers and I leave the room.

The corridors are crowded with students from all houses, because of the lunch break. I try not to stand out as I make my way back to the muggle studies classroom.