The Death Eater [HARRY POTTER]

7

"Alright," Calla was sitting in a small chair positioned beside her father's desk as she watched him pace restlessly around the classroom. "For the first Alchemy lesson, we will be going over the most famous alchemist of our time, Nicholas Flamel. Now I assume that if you have taken this class, you already know what I expect of my students. So I will not waste my time and your time by going over the rules. Please flip in your textbook and read pages twelve through seventeen, and begin writing two feet of parchment on Nicholas Flamel, what he is known for and different effects of the Philosopher's stone."

Instantly, the students around the room got to work and Calla was left to watch over them while her father circled the room like a vulture. It had been agreed that Calla would watch him teach the first week of class, and after that he would hand the class over to her and treat the period as preparation for his other classes. Of course Calla had been warned that if he had any issue, any at all, with the way she was running the class he would step in and resume teaching the class, but Calla was confident enough in her abilities that she didn't think he would need to. She had already been through their entire book three times, writing notes in the margins of her copy each time, and her father had outlined the course requirements for her in great detail. 

Calla had even prepared her first twelve lessons for the class over the summer, and had her plans agreed upon by both her father and the headmaster. She felt ready, she knew she was prepared, and now she just had to watch her father's teaching methods to see if there were any habits she thought she should pick up to ensure her teaching was most successful. And though she had at first looked at that first week as something she would have to grin and bear, she now realized how different it was to watch the class be taken from the other side. From the front of the room Calla could see her father carefully pausing behind each student and reading over their work. Calla could see the way the students worked diligently, an Calla could see how her father's persona, although deeply flawed, inspired respect. it didn't hurt that the class Calla was given to teach was a group of sixth year Slytherins, all of whom were completely terrified about what their Head of House would do to them if they slacked in the class.

Calla watched the entire class, between the first year potions essays her father had given her to grade, and her own reading of the pages her father had assigned, and in the time that she was sitting there, Calla learned a great many things.

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"Hello, Madame Prince," Calla had a wide grin on her face as she waltzed up to the librarian's desk, and set a signed permission slip for her to access the restricted section. It had been her reward for helping Minerva grade some of her second year transfiguration papers. Once it had been revealed that Calla would be joining the Hogwarts staff the next year, Headmaster Dumbledore had agreed that an extra curricular Alchemy class would be added to the syllabus and Calla was more qualified than anyone to teach it, all of the professors had been dropping their extra grading off with Calla. Minerva, in particular, had been dropping off nearly all of her grading, even grading from Calla's own transfiguration class. And in return, Calla had been granted permission to browse Hogwart's most exclusive books without anyone looking over her shoulder.

Madame Prince must have been warned of her arrival, though, because the librarian just glared at Calla as she examined the slip, looking for any sign of forgery. Of course there were none, and after a long moment Madame Prince had no choice but to allow her least favorite student into the Restricted Section. Where Calla went with a large smile on her thin lips. She had let her research into immorality go slack in the last weeks, her workload increasing with the grading, lesson planning, and her own NEWT preparation, and she intended to remedy that, starting with her access to the restricted section.

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"Hello, Draco Malfoy," Calla smiled slightly as she listened to the younger boy approach her from behind. She also heard the boy sigh as his approach was revealed, before his footsteps became a little louder. "What can I assist you with today?"