something you make// draco malfoy

four

Fiona and I are running down the hallway on the verge of being late for class. Not the best way to start the semester. We rush into the classroom in the knick of time. There are only two seats left. Fi slides into the seat next to Glinda leaving me to sit next to Draco.

"Rough morning?" Apollo taunts.

I make a face. "I miss my summer sleep schedule."

"I tried to wake you two," Glinda tells us.

"I am sorry for throwing that pillow at you," Fi tells her.

"You threw a pillow at Glinda?" Lloyd asks.

Fi nods. "I'm not a morning person."

Mad-Eye Moody walks into the classroom setting his things down on the desk before turning to face us. "Alastor Moody." He turns to write his name on the chalkboard. "Ministry malcontent. And your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. I'm here because Dumbledore asked me, end of story, the end. Any questions? When it comes to the Dark Arts, I believe in a practical approach. But first, which of you can tell me how many unforgivable curses there are?"

"Three sir," Hermione Granger answers.

"And they are so named?" Mad-Eye Moody asks.

"Because they are unforgivable. Use of any one of them will..." Hermione starts.

Mad-Eye Moody starts to write on the board. "Will earn you a one way ticket to Azkaban. Correct. Now the ministry says you're too young to see what these curses do. I say different! You need to know what you're up against, you need to be prepared." He doesn't turn around before saying, "you need to find somewhere else to put your chewing gum other than the underside of your desk Mr Finnigan!"

"Aw no way, the old codger can see out the back of his head," Seamus Finnigan remarks.

Mad-Eye Moody throws the chalk in anger. "So, which curse shall we see first? WEASLEY!"

Ron Weasley looks at him surprised. "Yes..."

"Stand," Mad-Eye Moody instructs. Ron wearily stands up from his seat. "Give us a curse," Mad-Eye Moody instructs.

"Well, my dad did tell me about one... The imperious curse," Ron says.

"Ahhh yes, your father would know all about that. Gave the ministry quite a bit of grief a few years ago. Perhaps this will show you why," Mad-Eye says.

Mad-Eye Moody pops open a jar with a spider in it. He takes out his wand as he starts to cast a spell. The spider jumps from his hand to one of the tables then onto Vincent Crabbe's head. He freaks out as kids laugh. The spider then jumps onto the arm of Padma Patil. Mad-Eye Moody then makes the spider fly over Ron's head.

"Don't worry. Completely harmless. But if she bites... she's lethal!" Mad-Eye Moody warns. He drops the spider on Ron's face and he starts to panic. Draco laughs. "What are you laughing at?"

Mad-Eye Moody sends the spider onto Draco's face. Draco freaks out. I push him away from me, almost shoving him out of his seat. I'm not a fan of spiders. Especially one that can kill me.

"Talented isn't she? What shall I have her do next? Jump out the window?" Mad-Eye Moody becomes more serious, "Drown herself?" He has the spider over a bucket of water. The spider tries to keep itself from going in the water. Mad-Eye Moody brings the spider back to his hand.

"Scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they only did you-know-whose bidding under the influence of the imperious curse. But here's the rub, how do we sort out the liars? Another... Another..." Students start to raise their hands. "Come on, come on. Longbottom is it? Up." Neville stands up unsure of what is about to happen. "Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for herbology."