[It is morning at Hogwarts, Harry and Ron are running in the corridors, because they are late for Transfiguration class. In the class, a tabby cat is sitting on a desk. Harry and Ron rush in; Hermione rolls her eyes in annoyance because they're late for class.]
[Ares, who sits beside Theo looks annoyed and angry for some reason.]
Ron: Phew, we made it. Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?
[The cat jumps off the desk and transforms into Professor McGonagall, on-screen for the first time. The two boys are amazed, hermione looks annoyed at the two boys being childish and the slytherin quarter look coldly at the boys especially Ares.]
"Why so cold Ares" daphne asked the man in question and he gave her his deathliest stare that even the minister was shaking.
Ron: That was bloody brilliant.
McGonagall: Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocketwatch, that way one of you might be on time.
Harry: We got lost.
[ares looked amused for a second and gone back to his cold void self 'what a pathetic excuse' he thought]
McGonagall: Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats.
[Later on, inside Snape's potions classroom, the students are chattering, sitting near steaming cauldrons. The door slams open and Snape comes rushing in.]
Snape: There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few...
[looks at the slytherin boys, some smile evily and some *ahem* ares *ahem* look void of any emotion.]
who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper... [Draco looks on] in death. [the boys raise their eyebrows. ]
"Nice speech you've got there mr. snape" slughorn complimented the young boy.
[Snape sees Harry, writing what Snape said in his lecture down, in, his view, not paying attention.]
Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confidant enough to not...pay...attention. [Hermione nudges Harry, ares looks at Harry strongly leaning into his chair, finally making Harry look up to the Professor. Snape then walks to where he can speak to Harry more properly.] Mr. Potter. Our...new...celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood? [Hermione raises her hand. Harry shrugs.] You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar? [Hermione's hand raises again.]
"That just ruined it sev" said barty.
Harry: I don't know, sir.
Snape: And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfbane?
Harry: I don't know, sir.
Snape: Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything... [Draco has a smirk on his face] is it, Mr. Potter?
Ares: maybe you should ask him questions that an 11 year old would know professor or don't you know its for the higher graders... sir.
The hall was in dead silent waiting for this commission to go on.
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