professor? ( ✓ )

chapter six

'Dear Mr. Potter,

I hope you have taken notice of the unique, but simple bonds that I have casted upon you and Mr. Malfoy. Because of your actions as of recent, I have arranged a double living quarters that you and him will be sharing until you can learn to work out your differences. Also, I have decided that if living together cannot mend your obviously broken relationship, the Dueling Club will indeed start again.

Best wishes,
Minerva McGonagall
(Headmistress of Hogwarts)'

~△⃒⃘~

Harry Potter found himself extremely agitated when he woke the next morning to find a thick, black line stretching all the way around his thin wrist. He sat up, watching as his scarlet duvet pooled around his waist, and studied the design of his bond in a sleepy stupor.

When he noticed there were no hidden meanings behind the bond, he made his way out of bed, showered, and headed to the Great Hall for breakfast. Upon entering the Hall, he noticed that the professor's table was filled, all apart from the seat beside Malfoy.

He huffed an agitated breath, but sat beside the blond, who was picking at his corn muffin distastefully. When Harry looked to his left, he found that Hagrid was seated beside him, and his nerves faltered slightly. He turned to him, and poked his arm as if not to scare him.

"Hagrid, what's with the change in seating?" He asked, a confused look on his face as he noticed most of the teachers weren't where they normally sat.

"It's a seating chart thingy McGonagall whipped up this mornin'. You'd think she woulda done it fer the students, but no, it's fer us." The burly man claimed, picking a bit of porridge out of his beard. Harry grimaced, knowing why the woman had done this, and found it unfair that she'd made all of the other professors suffer as well.

"Maybe it's just temporary." Though he states it, his eyes are filled with uncertainty. McGonagall had proven to have an interesting way of running things, and now that a seating chart had been constructed, he wondered just how permanent she'd plan on keeping it.

His eyes flicked to the blond professor on the right of him, watching as his grey eyes glared at the band around his wrist, peeking out from the sleeve of his robes. He swirled his cereal around in his bowl without interest, and rolled his eyes. Then, he looked towards Harry, and Harry looked away.

When breakfast finished up and the students got ready for their classes, Professor McGonagall made her way over to the two young teachers, a tight-lipped smile on her face.

"It's good to see my bonding charm was a success then." She smirked. "If you'll follow me, I'll guide you to your new living quarters. Mr. Filch has already transferred your belongings there."

The boys stood up awkwardly and followed her out of the Great Hall, and down through the corridor. Harry noticed they were walking towards her office, and grew confused. There were no classrooms, nor living quarters in this wing that he could remember. They stopped to the right of the Headmistress's office statue, and McGonagall held the top of her wand to the seemingly blank wall, and said "Canary's Song," causing the material to ripple, and rearrange with a sound similar to bricks shifting, and a passageway revealed itself.

She turned around and faced the boys who stood a good five meters away from the other.

"And this is where I leave you. I do hope you can learn to be civil soon. The war is over, after all. There should be nothing tying you towards hostility." She spoke sternly, and they nodded, not wanting to get on any worse of a side from her.