Vanessa Potter ~ Her New Life [Sequel]

Chapter 7 [Vanessa]

Normally I would never speak ill of a professor but this time, I'd had enough. Unlike the other girls, I didn't swoon over his smile or his absolutely rubbish hair and the way he boasted about his apparent heroics made me want to regurgitate my breakfast pancakes.

Of course not every girl shared in the same views as me. Hermione was practically head over heels for that idiot and Lavender and Parvati were going to drown in their own drool soon enough. Throughout the lesson, the girls swooned and drooled over the desk while the boys and I grew irritated. This was the first day back and breakfast was up to a great start. Who knew it would be ruined faster than I could say "dance?"

I started growing irritable when Draco teased Harry and mocked the first year for being a fan of him. Admittedly, asking for a signed photo was a bit too much but the way Draco taunted him about it was a bit too much. I wanted to slap him right there but guilt restrained me. I could not slap the person I had grown up with. I walked into Defense Against the Dark Arts with a dilemma raging in my mind. It soon evaporated as Lockhart handed out our assignments which were so retarded that I wanted to pay a visit to St Mungo's to ensure my mind was not addled. Spitefully, I wrote the answers to the questions. He was pretty impressed by Hermione and me but I gave him a cold glare which made it clear that I wanted nothing to do with him.

The final straw came when he released Cornish pixies and could not control them. They hoisted poor Neville up on the chandelier. Luckily, I cushioned his fall so he would not have to make another trip to Madam Pomfrey. Meanwhile, Hermione took charge and handled all the pixies.

Luckily, mom, I mean, Professor McGonagall had taught me a few tactics to defend myself over the summer so I might not have to worry about this poor excuse for a teacher.

Transfiguration was a much more exciting class as I held out the round coat buttons to Professor McGonagall. I could have sworn I saw a glint of pride in her eye. After all, it was her who had sharpened my skills. Professor McGonagall managed to make my entire summer productive as well as fun by allowing me to dance when I was tired of studying. She was truly amazing!