"The begging of a good story"
It was September 1st, 2051, first year, defense against dark arts was starting in a few minutes and almost all students were in class, almost all, three of them were missing, but Miss. Wong didn't took to much interest in that, she cared for the students that were in, not out of her classroom. As soon as the class started she spoke loudly but softly among her students, talking and introducing her self to the class, since it was her first day of teaching.
"Hello everyone, my name is Wong Mei-Ling, but you all may call me Miss. Wong, or if we get more friendly Miss. Mei-Ling" She giggled along with her students who were also giggling and laughing lowly. "I will be teaching you all defense against dark arts or for short D.A.D.A" She soon wrote down on to the flying chalk board with her wand, the name of the class and the short of it, she then proceeded to talk about her class, she was trying her best to give a good impression.
"Alright students, does anyone know what I will be teaching you all in this class?" She looked among her students anyone with their hand raised. "You, the boy with the blue scarf" She pointed with her wand at the boy, and so he spoke with a very extroverted and energetic tone.
"You will be teaching us how to defend ourselves against dangerous creatures" He said with his iconic energetic voice.
"You are correct, Mister...—" She was interrupted by the boy.
"Jonhson, William Jonhson!" He pronounce his name to Miss. Wong.
"Alright, Mister. Jonhson" She smiled at the boy kindly. "Mister. Jonhson is correct, I will teach you to defend yourselves, but I will also be educating you all about the different types of creatures and their behaviors" She looked at all her students and soon told them about people that are also professionals on D.A.D.A.
After few minutes of her talking and chatting with her students, she commented something that it would lead her to telling the amazing story of her big adventure, guiding her students to want to have their own adventures.
"...and so when I used to study here at Hogwarts—" She was interrupted by one of Hufflepuff students, Victoria, Victoria Collins.
"You used to study here, how was it like when you were here?" She looked at her teacher with spark in her eyes, making the teacher looked back at her a bit surprised.
"Back then? When I was here? Well, one thing is for sure, it hasn't change much since I graduated." She smiled at the girl from Hufflepuff, she looked a bit nostalgic over the question, she then continue with her class and tried her best to avoid the question, but soon enough, she got the request that would make her talk about those adventures.
"...people who made history among the world of magic and even, along with the "muggle world", term used for a non-magical or non-ability of magic of any sort of kind person—" She was interrupted by one of her students from second year.
"Miss. Wong" The student raise their hand as they spoke.
"Yes, Mary, what is your question?" She looked directly into the students eyes and heard carefully.
"Did you ever got to meet any of those people who made history?" They asked with curiosity in their eyes.
"Why of course I did so" She smiled kindly at her students.
"Can you tell us some stories?" She asked for her request while being excited for the possible adventures she was going to be taught.
"Sure, stories would come in handy for this class, through it, I can teach you some good values, after all" She smiled ones more before sitting down and soon enough she began telling the amazing story of her adventures with this people who made into history.
"Well, I might as well start from my first year, while trying to get through the 9 3/4 wall, at first I was scared to pass the wall, thinking I could be late and crash against the wall with all my belongings." She giggled and soon proceeded to tell the story.
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