The Werewolf and The Monster

Chapter 6 - No Professor

She sat in her seat in the DADA room. Waiting patiently for her professor to walk in. But her worry filling her body when Professor Snape stormed in and slammed all the windows shut with his wand, causing her to panic and and quickly using her magic to make her eyes stop glowing in the sudden darkness, causing Professor Snape to raise an eyebrow curiously at her.

"Professor Lupin isn't in fit condition to teach today" His voice drowned on. "So I'll be teaching you until he's better. Turn to page 394"

It was her turn to raise an eyebrow at him. "We aren't learning about Werewolves or any nocturnal creatures at the moment."

His harsh gaze snapped to her. Usually students would cower underneath his gaze. But she had no reason to cower under the gaze of a foolish man who has hidden his insecurities underneath a thick layer of ice.

"Page 394 Miss Pritchard." He snarled lowly. She just rolled her eyes and flipped to the right page. "detention with me for a week for the attitude."

She glared up at him with a nod. "Okay" She dispised this man with a burning passion and was almost positive the feeling was mutual.

"Can anyone tell me the difference between an Animagus and a Werewolf?" A hand shot up next to her. "No-one? Pity"

"Sir please. An Animagus is someone who can transform by choice. A werewolf cannot transform by choice" The girl stated.

"You've spoken out of line Miss Yava. Do you pride yourself on being such an insufferable know it all?" Professor Snape grumbled, glaring at the poor girl. Pritchard just muttered something under her breath. "What was that Miss Pritchard? Care to share with the class?" He asked coolly. His eyes flickering back to the girl.

"With pleasure Sir." She started, clearing her throat. "I said. And do you enjoy being an insufferable douche-bag who picks on children and favourites others?"

His nostrils flared with anger. "Detention for a month with me Miss Pritchard!" His voice was laced with hatred and his eyes glared fiery daggers at her.

She simply nodded and continued to write down notes. Her indifferent attitude about all this just seemed to piss the man off even more. But he let it rest and went back to teaching.

Once the bell wrang out she got up to leave. "Not so fast Miss Pritchard" His voice drawled on. "Come here." He was trying to keep his composure as she approached the desk.

"Yes sir?" She muttered sweetly.

"What gives you the right to think you can back-chat me in my own classroom?"

"1. This isn't your classroom. 2. Nothing gives me the right to. Not going to stop me though is it. And 3. I have class now" She said with a smile. "Toodles" she turned away and walked off.