Malfoy's incident with the Hippogriff was all over school before the end of the week. Malfoy was a total baby about it too, complaining that it nearly killed him. He would get a crowd around him as he told his ridiculous tale.
According to Hermione, Malfoy was the one who aggravated the hippogriff in the first place. Tori was pretty bummed they hadn't gotten a chance to work with the creature. Instead, Professor Hagrid had taught them about Flobberworms.
Though, Tori was excited about Defense Against the Dark Arts. This time they'd have an actual informed teacher this time. Professor Lupin wasn't in class when they first arrived.
They pulled out their quills and textbooks, eagerly chatting to their seat partners. What would they be learning today? Professor Lupin strolled in moments later. "Good afternoon," He said. "Would you please put all your books back in your bags. Today's will be a practical lesson. You will only need your wands."
A few curious looks were exchanged as the class put away their books. They had never had a practical Defence Against the Dark Arts before unless you counted the memorable class last year when their old teacher had brought a cageful of pixies to class and set them loose.
"Right then," Professor Lupin said once everyone was ready, "If you'd follow me."
Puzzled but interested, the class got to its feet and followed Professor Lupin out of the classroom. He led them along the deserted corridor and around a corner, where the first thing they saw was Peeves the poltergeist, who was floating upside-down in mid-air. He was holding piles of stink pellets in his hands, stuffing them in chandeliers.
Peeves didn't look up until Professor Lupin was two feet away, then he wiggled his curly-toed feet and broke into song. "Loony, loopy Lupin," Peeves sang. "Loony, loopy Lupin, loony, loopy Lupin –"
Rude and unmanageable as he almost always was, Peeves usually showed some version of respect towards the teachers. Everyone looked quickly at Professor Lupin to see how he would take this; to their surprise, he was still smiling.
'I'd stop hiding those, if I were you, Peeves,' He said pleasantly. Tori glanced at Angelina, who shrugged. "Mr. Filch won't like that very much."
Filch was the Hogwarts caretaker, a bad-tempered, failed wizard who waged a constant war against the students and, indeed, Peeves. However, Peeves paid no attention to Professor Lupin's words, except to blow a loud wet raspberry.
Professor Lupin gave a small sigh and took out his wand. "Last warning. This is a useful little spell," Ne told the class over his shoulder. "Please watch closely."
He raised the wand to shoulder height, calling out. "Waddiwasi!" and pointed it at Peeves
With the force of a bullet, several stink pellets shot out if their hiding spots and proceeded to chase Peeves down the corridor. He whirled right way up and zoomed away, cursing loudly.
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Friendless » Fred Weasley
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