If This Ain't Love 《C. Weasley》

18~ FIRST LESSON

Brooke rolled her eyes as the painful squeals of Draco Malfoy filled the hospital wing. 

"I'm DYING! It's killed me!" The blonde-haired boy cried as his siblings Vega and Regulus Malfoy sat beside him. 

"Do you think he will be alright, Professor?" Vega asked as Brooke nodded, muttering a healing spell on Draco's cut and he yelled in pain.

"Calm down, Mr. Malfoy. It's just a light cut-" Brooke exclaimed.

"LIGHT CUT? That thing nearly killed me! Had I been a minute late, I could've lost my arm," Draco shrieked as Regulus held him, whispering comforting things. Vega covered her ears and Brooke groaned internally.

"I've known Buckbeak since my first year, Mr. Malfoy. Hippogriffs may be proud creatures, but Hagrid is skilled enough to train them to behave around students," Brooke said, as she covered Malfoy's wound.

"This place has gone to the dogs! That oaf knows nothing!" Draco interjected.

"That is not how we talk about a Professor, Mr. Malfoy. Ten points from Slytherin!" Brooke exclaimed as the three Malfoys groaned at her words. 

"The required healing is complete. You can take some rest and then leave the hospital wing as soon as you're better," Brooke said and left the hospital wing to rush to her classroom.

It was finally the day for her first scheduled lesson to take place and Brooke was having cold feet. Sex Education was an alien concept to muggles and Brooke couldn't even imagine what a bunch of young wizards were to interpret it as. 

However, Brooke had been told by McGonagall that it was all going to be okay if she gave her best, and that's what the blonde had been focusing on, irrespective of all the non-mundane changes her animagus form had made to her body and senses. 

Brooke had developed a stealthy walk, a sharper vision, and a heightened hearing, owing to the black panther within her. But that also meant one thing. All these heightened senses had also exposed Brooke to many things that were better off hidden from her. 

As Brooke passed through the corridors, she couldn't block out the snide remarks Pansy Parkinson had to shoot at Harry, Ron, and Hermione to humiliate them. She couldn't block out the comments Marrieta Edgecombe made on how obsessed Cho was with the Gryffindor and the Hufflepuff seeker at the same time and she couldn't block out all the talks and rumors about Brooke and her encounter with Voldemort.

"But she's so young to be a Professor!"

"I bet Dumbledore had to pull strings to get her to teach here."

"I heard she kicked a seventh year's balls in her fifth year. And she used to shag Charlie Weasley all the time. Bet they've done it all around the castle."

"She's Harry Potter's aunt and is also friends with the Weasleys and Diggory. You better watch out, Cho."

"I heard she tried fighting you-know-who with a dagger."

"You okay there, Bree?" Brooke's attention was captured by another blonde-haired alchemy teacher.

"Oh, hey Penny," Brooke murmured, still trying to listen to all the talks going on around her.

"Don't worry about all the talks. They'll die down," Penny said as she turned to the students crowding the hallway.

"Don't you lot have lessons to attend?" Penny yelled as the crowd of students turned to look at her and they dismissed frantically, whispering quick apologies. 

"Oh, and Mr. Montague, a word please?" Penny exclaimed as a Slytherin with a chaser's build ran up to her. 

"Enjoying ourselves, are we?" Penny asked the boy.