Danie The Gallant witch HP fanfic

Chapter 4

When the clock announced that yet another lesson was over, Aseela was the one to show me to the next classroom. I had asked her what books I should bring, but when she told me we wouldn't need any we headed towards the classroom without bringing anything. As we entered, the first thing I noticed was the we weren't the first one there. Harry and some other kids had already entered. By now I had figured out that he came before anyone else to avoid his bullies. I hoped it worked.
The second thing I noticed was the instruments. They were all around the classroom and I couldn't help smiling.
I hadn't played anything this in this life. I kind of miss it. Music and literature is the two things I have been able to do through all of my lives. It's becoming a part of me just as much as any of my names, if not more.
" This is awesome! Are we allowed to play?"
" No, only Mr. Coudwick, the music teacher is." Aseela replied.
" That's stupid, the subject is called music for a reason." I complained and hurried over to the guitars. A smirk made its way on to my face as I thought of all the times I got laid thanks by my guitar skills. But I realize my hands and arms were yet too short reach the instrument, and even more so to play it somewhat okay.

Then there was the drums, they're fun to play and absolutely amazing. But sometimes they make too much noice for my taste. So, that leaved the piano.

With light feet, I hurried over to the huge instrument and sat down.
I let my fingertips rest just above the piano's keys while I thought about what to play. There weren't many pieces I remembered without any kind of notes, but the melody Zarah, my friend from my first life had played with me so many times was still there at the back of my head. As soon as my fingers had touched the piano keys, it came naturally without me even having to think about what I was doing. I quickly forgot everything around me and I locked myself inside my mind, separating myself from the outside world.
Your mind, isn't a dark room our a building filled with thoughts. It's more like an empty server, just waiting for you to design it and put the memories and ideas you have into it. It's when you haven't fixed that, someone who have unnatural powers or a hypnotizer can reach your memories.

Before I could get a chance to explore more the sound of a door closing with a loud bang woke me up from my trance and made me play the wrong accord before stopping. By the door stood a man with a dangerously big figure. His flannel shirt sat dangerously tight around him, brown hair went down in a beard that I swear moved far too much as if it was sentience and his range colored his face red.

' Well, shit. Is he the music teacher?' I thought he started making his way over.
" Excuse me sir. Are you the teacher? I'm new so I don't know that yet." I ask and push down the fear as far as possible and focus on smiling.
"... No. I'm your substitute teacher and since you are new I'll tell you now, that playing on the instruments without permission is strictly forbidden. Now go sit down over there." the man said.
I ignored the impulse to comment on how he sounded like a pig who had started talking and just went over to Harry and sat down.
" My name is Mr. Levenhaut. I will be your substitute teacher today. You will study music's history today. Everything you need is in that bookshelf." He said, his anger from earlier still close to the surface.
With a chubby hand he picked up a chalk and wrote down some page numbers on the black board.
" This is what you are to read this lesson. If you have any questions, ask your classmates. I don't know anything about this so don't bother me with your questions."

All of the children sat in silence, like glued to their seats. I swear one boys looked like he was about to cry. ' Poor children, how could they assign him of all people to a class of six and seven year olds?'
" What are you waiting for!?!" He exclaimed and quickly everyone flew out of their seats like their stools had just tried to eat them, and they all ran over to the bookshelf.
Dennis - the boy I tricked on his seat- and his gang pushed their way forward, making some of the children fall, just to be able to take the best books. I bet they won't even open them.
Sighing I helped Aseela, that was one of their victims, up from the floor and then anyone else who hadn't gotten up yet. When I was done with that, there was barely any books left. Aseela took one and a tall boy with brown hair took another. That only left one for me and Harry who had avoided the entire thing by waiting for the others to go first.
I took the shabby book and sent him a smile.
" Perfect! We can share!" I said and walked over to him. He blinked surprised at me and smoothed out the black hair over his forehead. something I had discovered was a habit of his.