Jordan Conner Evans and Beatrice Rose were both girls who lives as blue bloods. They both were the princess who's parents where powerful wizards. Jordan's parents were Brave Gryffindors and Beatrice's were wise Ravenclaws. They were always told to s...
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Jordan grunted. Beatrice was struggling to wake her up since she herself got ready at about 6:15 in the early morning. By the time Jordan had awoken, it was 7:15, five minutes away from when they left to their first class. "Lumos maxima!"Beatrice whispered to send a blinding light from her wand to awake her with the light being able to peer through her eyelids. "AGHH!!! TOO BRIGHT BEATRICE!!!" Jordan coved her face under a blanket and put her wands over her eyes. "Nox." Beatrice said firmly. "Now would you get ready! We have to leave for...Defense Against The Dark Arts in three minutes!" Jordan hopped our of bed upset. "Why didn't you wake me up earlier! All because of you, we'll be late!" Jordan sighed angerly. Beatrice gathered her books and wands and walked out the door, leaving Jordan behind. "Wait up, Beatrice" called Jordan as she quickly slipped on her green and silver tie, and dark green and black robe. She jumped down and ran to catch up with Beatrice.
"So...Beatrice, who's our teacher?" Jordan asked as they tried to find their way around the grand staircase. " Um...for defense against the dark arts we have.... Professor Quirrel. I saw him yesterday at the great hall, smirking at the Slytherin table, and...and giving disgusted looks at all other houses. He seems...odd." Beatrice hadn't had many suspicions in the past, but when she did, she was oftenly correct in predictions. "He just likes our house I guess...and no other house..?" Jordan seemed to kind of like the teacher's presence. She saw only a few things wrong with him. In this area only, were the two going to disagree, when they had an argument to discuss.
As they walked into the class, they were the very first present. Professor Quirrel whisped something unintelligible, but sounded something like, "Ok, sir. I'm aware he is here today..." The two girls entered the room to hear their proffesor saying some odd saying, and tieing the cloth in his turban back up quickly. "Err..Are you Proffesor Quirrel? " Jordan asked. "Gahh!! Umm..yes students..I'm professor Quirrel. Y-your teacher." He stuttered and spoke pretty unclearly. "S-s-sat down. Finally, some students who are actually early! Calm down though,class is about to begin." The girls say next to each other. Jordan picking at her nails, while Beatrice read the last few pages of "Defense Against The Dark Arts:Year one;Beginner's basics."
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