I walked into DADA the next day tiredly, I was up all night tossing and turning... Something in the dream I had ( before Sev woke me up) was weird but I could hardly remember the dream.
I took my usual seat near the back and waited for the others to turn up.
The class slowly started filling in, I put my head in between my arms, 'May as well have a nap now' I thought as my eyes closed themselves.
Laughing, Very loud laughing... Why am I awake? These people wont shut up that's why!
I lifted my head from the table to find the Marauders had entered the room. 'Who are the Marauders?' you may ask? Black and his stupid friends, They've been calling themselves that since halfway through last year, its so stupid! They even have terrible nicknames for each other. They call Black 'Padfoot' what kind of nickname is that? Potter is Prongs, what a lousy nickname, Pettigrew is Wormtail, that's just a sucky nickname, who would want to be called Wormtail, Lupin in Mooney, its a dull nickname at that, I rekon they call him that because it sounds like the Latin word lupus which means wolf in Latin, so they probably call him that because, hes a werewolf or something... BAHAHAHAHAHAHA As if! He would probably become a toy poodle if he was bitten!
Anyway they are terrible at nicknames and everyone knows it.
"Hey Birsa" said Black walking to to my desk his gang not to far behind ( exempt Lupin who had sat down and started reading a large book).
"What do you want Black?" I asked dully.
"You're hair looks nice this year." he said looking off to the side, was he complementing me?
"I guess I am." he said starring at his feet. Shit did I say that out-loud? I guess I did.
"What Padfoot here is trying to tell you is-" Potter couoldn't finish that statement because Black (who just had potter hanging of his shoulders) just punched him in the gut.
"Shut up Prongs." He said pulling potter away by his ear. He glanced back at me and smiled apologetically... Weird.
about 30 seconds after Black hit Potter in the Gut, our new DADA teacher walked in the room, we ahdn't really been able to keep one for more then a year Maritta resigned for DADA after my first year ( but she still teaches Divinations, she also mentors me, but I'll talk about that later).
This year our teacher seemed normal at least, he was around 5.5 feet tall, so pretty average height. His hair was a light brown colour and hung loosely around his shoulders. He scanned the classroom taking in our face's, it was probably my imagination but his eyes seemed to linger on me... Probably my imagination.
"My Name is Proffers Amici, I am your new Defence against the Dark Arts teacher, obviously. I suppose that's all you need to know about me." He shrugged at the end of his 'speech'
"Now wands out I need to see what you can do!" he said motioning for us all to stand up.
With a sweeping motion of his wand Amici sent all the desks to the edges of the room. "Now Wer're going to have a small duel" He began " Each of you, one by one vs me." a murmur filled the classroom, everyone muttering to there friends things like ' whats he playing at?' And ' 2 gallons I win against him.'
"Quite down, Quite down. This is hows its going to work, You will volunteer to duel me, but you will ALL duel me you simply get to pick when. you can use any spell you know, so long as its legal." he said looking over us, his hazel eyes hardly blinking...In fact they looked like they were going to pop out of his head.
"Who's first?" he looked around the room expectantly. I glanced over towards Sev who I knew could do more hexes and spells then a seventh year. He met my eye and mouthed at me ' Not yet.' I smirked at him, he was going to beat the teacher after the teacher got all big headed. Genius.
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The Girl Who Was Forgotten
FanfictionBefore the legend of 'The the boy who lived' There was a time that many call the Marauders era, but it didn't belong to the famous group of boys, there were many who lived in this so-called Era. One of them was named Mia, no one knows about her, eve...
