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Tuesday Herbology (Professor Sprout) Herbology Lunch Astronomy (at night)
Wednesday Potions (Professor Whitehead) Potions Lunch DADA (Professor Lockhart) DADA
Thursday Transfiguration Charms Lunch Transfiguration
Friday Charms History (Professor Tiroflan) Lunch History (Professor Binns)
"A lot of new Professors this year." Comnted Alexandra, all the while throwing a piece of toast to Crookshanks who gulped it down in one go.
"Indeed." Approved Flitwick, who smiled widely at the picture of the enormous cat on her left standing to attention and purring for one more. "Most of the Senior Professors leave the second-years to the Junior teachers. Like my colleague of Transfiguration, I personally teach the first-years and the students of fifth year and beyond."
Alexandra felt a certain sadness hearing this. They wouldn't have a class with Flitwick for three years? Her worry must have appeared on her face, as Flitwick smiled widely.
"Don't worry, Miss Potter. Once a month, we generally teach a class of each year to see if the students are following the program schedule fixed by the Ministry. And Professor Dhillon, while not a Duellist Master like , has gained his Charms Mastery with distinction and I've never heard a complain about him. Continue to work and train as you did last year, you will not have any problem to keep your ranking."
"Thank you, Professor." Alexandra replied, trying her best not to blush, and failing. After an eternity being reviled by the Dursleys to have the audacity of doing better than the enormous whale called Dudley, an adult approving her marks and efforts was a nice and pleasurable change.
As the Charms Professor turned back and marched to the Head Table, Alexandra fixed again her new titable with a disgusted expression. Today was Wednesday, and sure enough the day promised to be a monuntal chore. Potions and Lockhart, on the sa day? It was a disaster waiting to happen. At least for this week it was not as hard it would be in later months: having Astronomy the night before was going to ensure everyone would arrive in the dungeons sleepy and tired. The only minor hope she had was the fact Professor Snape was not the teacher of the second-years.
By comparison, the rest of the week was much more amusing. With two classes of History and one of Charms on Friday, this day promised to be extrely relaxing and perfect to catch up the howork and sleep accumulated during the rest of the week.
Monday and Thursday were mixes of Charms, Astronomy and Transfiguration, and so shouldn't be too much of a problem, if the Junior Professors were like Professor Flitwick and McGonagall. And Tuesday was the day they passed in the greenhouses all morning. No overall, except Wednesday, not a bad titable.
"Good news?" Asked a familiar voice. Posing the titable on her knees, Alexandra rose her eyes to see Nigel taking a seat in front of her.
"Depends on the definition of good news." Said Alexandra, remarking the Great Hall was filling itself. "Oh, and your cat is a big scoundrel, Hermione." Seeing her bushy-haired friend sitting on her right.
"Figures." Grumbled the Hermione, who looked to have woken up on her left foot.
"Has sothing of note happened in Gryffindor Tower last night?" Alexandra asked.
"You could say that." Grimaced Nigel, while serving himself, a large part of porridge and several eggs. "Half of the House cheered for Longbottom, Weasley and Black, then the Weasley Twins threw an improvised party to celebrate their arrival. We couldn't go to our beds before midnight. Apparently, travelling to Hogwarts in a Flying Car is cool and epic." The tone of the Gryffindor boy was evidence enough he wasn't sharing the feeling.
"I wonder if they inford the rest of the Lions they lost one hundred and fifty points for Gryffindor when they made that stunt?" Hearing Hermione and Nigel gasp in shock, Alexandra realised the answer was no.
"I'm going to strangle them." Whispered Hermione in a cold and dangerous tone. Alexandra winced. Hermione had always taken pride in earning dozen of points for Gryffindor, a large mattress of rubies in the hourglass that the Boy-who-Lived and his accomplices emptied regularly. Alas, even for her, earning one hundred and fifty points was going to take a long ti, assuming the troublemakers didn't lose more in the current month. Until then, Gryffindor was in the negative points and infamy.
It has to so kind of a record...
"The post is due any minute, now." Said Nigel in an ill-at-ease tone. "I hope my father was at ho. I forgot so quills and clothes...
"You will be fine." Said Alexandra, noticing Morag MacDougal was taking the place directly on her left. Weird, she had supposed it had been only curiosity which had made her first-mate housemate speak with her last night, but apparently the red-haired girl wanted sothing more.
What she wanted, though, passed to the second rank of Alexandra preoccupations as hundreds of owls stread into the Great Hall, dropping here and there dozens of letters and packets to the assembled students. An ordinary brown owl delivered Alexandra the Daily Prophet to her, normal as her subscription she had given in the sumr would continue for three more days. Morag MacDougal received a letter from an owl she was used to communicate with, if the caresses and the bit of bacon given were any indication. A big, lumpy parcel bounced off in Nigel's plate, the big owl apparently not judging good to stop one more instant to adjust its precision.
"It was my grandfather's owl." Said Nigel in a gloomy tone which explained everything.
But the real attraction was happening at the Gryffindor table this morning, where Ronal Weasley pushed a loud scream at the sight of a red, smoking envelope.
"Oh, look." Said Morag. "Weasley has received a Howler."
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