Elizabeth Taylor (Harry Potter FF)

The feeling of being a teacher.

The time passed quickly away and it was soon time for her first class. Only three days until the summer ended. She felt something in her stomach…butterflies? More like big bugs. There was a knock on her door and Dumbledore entered. “Good morning Sir.” She said respectfully towards the old man. The way he looked at her still wasn’t approving, but it wasn’t the same way he had looked at her the first time she entered his office.

“I have come to inform you that Professor McGonagall will keep a close eye on you when you are having lessons. At least for a while.” The unspoken words ‘not trusting’ underneath them. She nodded understandingly and when he was about to leave she stopped him. “Professor?”

“Yes?”

“I know I should probably be in Azkaban, so thank you…” He nodded and then shut the door behind him carefully.

Elizabeth was bloody nervous the day the students would arrive. She was sitting between Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore, staring down at her eggs. They didn’t look so appetizing. There was a nudge on her shoulder and she heard a faint voice asking her something, but she was in her own world. Staring out in the air. McGonagall waved a hand in front of her face. “Huh?” She said, coming back from her trance. “Could you send the butter?” She asked. “Uh..yeah.” Her voice was distance while she gave her the butter.

“I-I don’t feel so well, big bugs is my stomach.” She mumbled and got up from her seat and hurried out the teachers door. Her breath was shaking and her hands were trembling. Why was she so nervous? She had never been this nervous before? ‘Calm down, calm down, calm down’ She ordered herself while walking in circles. A hand was laid on her shoulder making her stop. She looked into the eyes of the headmaster Albus Dumbledore. “You really are sorry, aren’t you?” He asked. She made two small nods staring down on her feet.

Later that day the hall was filled with students. Glancing up at the new Professors. “Silence!” Dumbledore said. “Before we will begin on our delicious meal, we have two new members of our staff this year. Please welcome Professor Dolores Umbridge and Professor Elizabeth Taylor.” It wasn’t before now she noticed the short lady dressed in pink with a big bon on her jacked.

" tryouts for the house Quidditch teams will take place on the—" Dumbledore continued his speech, but was broken off by Umbridge’s raised fluffy pink handbag.

 "Hem-Hem...” The hall fell silent and everyone turned their gaze towards where Umbridge was standing. She walked in front of the headmaster and said with a fake sugary sweet voice.

Thank you, headmaster, for those kind words of welcome. The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards to be of a vital importance. Although each headmaster has brought something new to this... historic school, progress for the sake of progress must be discouraged. Let us preserve what must be preserved, perfect what can be perfected and prune practices that ought to be... prohibited!" She whispered the last words and added a small laugh. "Thank you Professor Umbridge. That really was most illuminating." The headmaster spoke.

“Maybe Professor Taylor wants to say a few words, Professor?” The headmaster gestured for Elizabeth who turned pale. “I-eh rather not.” She said and Dumbledore was about to continue his speech. Umbridge yet again interrupted him. “No I insist. Go on.” Umbridge spoke, sending her a fake smile. Her lips wearing pink lips stick. ‘She sure enjoys pink.’ Elizabeth thought, before smiling just as false back at her and getting up from her school. Suddenly her butterflies disappeared and she made a real smile towards the students.

“Well since you insist.” She said, becoming another person with the gift of speaking. “Like you all know I am the new Charms professor.” She began. “My specialty is to give students a lot of homework, so they don’t have time for anything else.” She said, rubbing her hands together in a joking evilness. There were a few laughs from the crowd and she got the motivation to continue on.

“If you break any of my rules I will personally send my owl at you, his name is Malum.” She continued on. That might be a problem, considering she didn’t own an owl. There were even more giggles from the crowd this time and when she said the last of her speech the students broke out in laugher.

“As you can see my favorite color is black, not pink.”  And with that she made an awkward bow and walked head high back to her place. Umbridge sent her a death glare, which she didn’t catch.

It looked like some of the teachers who had only heard about her and not really known her began to relax a little in her presence. Something she was grateful for.

Her classes began the next day and Elizabeth woke up six o’clock that day. She put on her robes and re-read the Charms book for the fifth time. 

“Good Morning class.” She said nervously towards the first years. Feeling professor McGonagall’s eyes in the back of her head. “Today we are going to begin at…” She thought about it, but came to a conclusion. “Switch and Flick.” She took out her wand to demonstrate and McGonagall’s body stiffened. A hand inside her robes ready to take out her wand if necessary.

When the class ended Elizabeth had a satisfied feeling inside herself. It was like it glowed, she felt like whatever a person could say to her, it didn’t matter. It was the feeling that you did something…useful.