Futurum Amare, Future love

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Draco POV

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Talking
Direct Memory

          This mornings incident completely threw me off.  Finally reaching my third class.  The last two felt like forever, I felt every second of the hour.  The Weasley kids were in my third class.  I expected them to be late.  Slowly one kid after another drifted into the class.  Two Ravenclaw girls sitting at the front chuckling at me.  A Hufflepuff boy in a down mood messing with my flower buds and some others in the back with Griffendors.  Know, after a little while, I hoped I could shake off my annoyed feeling and get back to teaching the right way.  But a bruise started to form on my arm where Adencade had held me and I've already had two students ask about breakfast.  The annoying NOT going away.

         As I had expected the Weasley's to be late they in fact got into their seats next to each other quite early.  The girl seeming to cheer up the Hufflepuff boy sitting behind her.  Slowly more students filed into the seats.  As time went by the groups of students shuffling threw the door got bigger.  About a minute from the bell I lifted my wand and swiped it across the air facing the doors.  They slowly started to move then pushed faster till the doors shut with a small bang. 

         "Alright."  I start.  "Welcome.  Im Professor Malfoy, you can also just call me Mr. or Sir." 

           I look around the room observing my students.  They all seemed calm and some more interested than others.  My eyes land on the Weasley kids.  Comeing to the quick conclusion they were twins, as told, based on them being in the same year AND looking close to identical.  The girls short brown hair, about armpit length, with light curls shaping the bottoms.  The boys hair matching in color but looking more like a two year overgrown buzz cut.  Both of their eyes deep brown almost black.  Though only the boys cheekbones were framed in freckles.  Both their facial features tight and popping.  High cheek bones, round eyes, sharp jaw and chin, and very defined lips that rounded on the bottom with sharp mountain peaks on the upper lips.  Noses slim.

          "First.  Each table should have a caldron under it.  Someone from each table grab it.  This is potions class, and that." I use my wand to point at multiple different cauldrons. "Is your best friend."

         A student raises his hand, "Professor, sir?"  I nod to the boy.  "Why don't we all have one?"

         "Good question.  For many assignments you will be working in teams.  If there are no cauldrons presented in the table it's group work. When there are you'll know it's single work."

       The boy nods not looking too happy at that decision.  I wouldn't either.  I prefer working alone on potions.  Though he shouldn't feel to upset, a little more than half my curricular is in singles.  My wand taps as I place it onto the desk.  I pick up a paper from a small stack of copies. 

          "We'll be working on a potion called Hair-Rising potion.  A simple and fun one."  Should be nice to see some smiles in this class.

         A student groans from the back and I hear a thud.  Moving toward the left a bit I can see him with his head down.  The poor girl next to him shuffling for space.  He bangs his head again lightly.  I wondered if he was sick or just a thorn in my side.

         "Excuse me."  I drop my hands to cross neatly in front of me.  The boy meets my eyes.  "Are you sick or need to go to the medical wing." 

          "No..."  he shook his head.

     "Then why are you disrupting my class.  Lift your head give her some space,"  He glance's to his table partner then back to me.  "And explain why I needed to say this at the start of my lesson."