Once Upon a Hogwarts (A fan fiction)

Mrs. Know it all

It was clear to Flora and I that Professor Granger was a know it all. She was bossy, demanding, and, according to Silas and his student Slytherin friends, a mud blood, being muggle born. She stood at the front of the class, her brown hair pinned back in a messy bun and her eyes narrowed and trained upon a small girl sitting in the front row. "Joan Potter, is it?"

"Y-Yes." She stuttered, her eyes widening.

"Ah, the Potter's." She murmured, her eyes studying Joan with interest. "Harry Potter is a good friend of mine- you're grandfather, I believe?"

Joan nodded and smiled slightly. "Yes, he has good stories!"

Professor Granger nodded. "Yes, dear, his life is full of twists and turns. Anyhow, welcome, all, to my History of Magic class! In this class, you will learn the history of witches and wizards."

Beside me, Flora groaned and whispered, "Bor-ring!"

I shook my head in amusement. "I think it's gonna be cool!"

The Professor smiled kindly. "Now, shall we begin?"

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One boring class later, I was relieved to be dismissed from Professor Grangers class for the day. "Class dismissed!"

I walked from Classroom 4F with Flora at my side, smirking. "Professor Granger just likes to hear herself talk!" Flora claimed, frowning.

"Yeah." I nodded, my eyes flickering over to Flora.

Just then, a tall girl with thick blonde hair and ice blue eyes jogged over, panting. "Hello! Name's Millicent-and you are?"

Flora smiled. "I'm Flora Nightgale. And this is Samantha Incas."

I nodded causally. "Hi. What house are you from?"

"Hufflepuff." Millicent smiled, her blue eyes sparkling.

"Oh- that filth!" Flora spat, and I noted that she sounded very convincing as she proclaimed this.

Millicent's eyes widened. "Wow- I didn't think Ravenclaw was becoming the new Slytherin!"

I was quick to raise my head and glare at her. "Excuse me?"

Millicent narrowed her eyes and hissed, "You heard me!"

I tilted my chin up to look her in the face. "Not sure I did, mud-blood."

"Don't call me that- you don't know whether I'm a 'mud-blood' or not!" Millicent declared, her ice blue eyes pits of cold fury.

"Whatever, you dolt- it doesn't matter whether you are or not, you're still Hufflepuff flilth!" Flora practically growled, her eyes flashing.

"Come on, Flora, let's just go." I muttered, glancing around carefully.

"Fine, I guess." Flora answered, but I noticed the wicked gleam in her eyes.

"Don't." I whispered near her ear, and she nodded, although a grimace captivated her face.

Millicent frowned. "Goodbye, then- I hope we don't run into each other again."

"I hope we don't as well." I responded coldly, turning on my heel and marching away, dragging Flora along behind me.

"Maybe this whole house rivalry thing isn't worth it." Flora ventured, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

" I dunno." I answered, relieved to have finally reached the common room.

First years would be getting a fifteen minute break in between each class, and History of Magic was only our first class. Unfortunately, it was also the only class I shared with Flora. "I have Charms next." Flora announced once we had settled into arm chairs near the fireplace.

"I have Potions." I groaned, shaking my head.

Before I knew it, the break had flown past, and, knowing it was time to go to potions, I stood up and hurried out the door with my stuff in my hands. Flora and I parted ways , and I scurried into the Potions classroom. A man with silvering brown hair and kind, soft green eyes stood at the front of the classroom/dungeon. "Hello, everyone!" He called as all the students, including myself, chose a seat. "I'm Professor Thatcher, and it's very nice to meet you all."

"Now,today, we shall all be introducing ourselves, and next class we shall start actual work. You first, please." He pointed at a girl sitting in the front row with her head bowed.

"I Quinn Zebeck, Gryffindor. I speak little English." She answered with some difficulty, then, in her own language, added, "
Ich bin nicht sicher, wie Sie sagen, ich mag seine Schule, aber wenn Sie verstehen, ich liege hier."

"What was that, Quinn?" Professor Thatcher asked, looking puzzled.

She just shook her head and smiled, obviously confused as to what he was saying. "Well, right, you next." He said, flustered, then pointed at me.

"Samantha Incas, Ravenclaw." I answered, glancing around.

"Ah, the Incas family. Many generations, respected and pure-blooded." He nodded then pointed at the boy on my left.

The boy gave the class a bashful smile. "I'm Jay, Hufflepuff."

Suddenly remembering him from the boat, I leaned over and whispered, "Hi,Jay !"

"Hello, Samantha!" He smiled, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye.

"How are things in Hufflepuff?" I questioned, done with all the house rivalry stuff.

"Fine, how about Ravenclaw?" He answered easily, a patient smile spreading across his lips.

"Good, really, except for Matt, the fifth year, pressuring Flora and I." I responded.

"Who's Matt?" Jay questioned, obviously trying to sound casual.

I gave him a curious smile. "Just a Ravenclaw fifth year- why?"

Jay shrugged, hiding a smile. "No reason."

"Mkay." I answered causally, hiding my own impish grin.

"So..." He looked almost...nervous.

Luckily, Professor Thatcher spoke before it got to embarrassingly quiet. "Alright, now that we've introduced ourselves, let's get started."