Chapter 3: 2| Forgetting What a Pencil Is TIGHT

Muggle Trouble -Theodore Nott-Words: 2374

Gasping, we burst into Room 2, and I introduced them to Professor Audrey, a young woman with auburn hair and silvery grey eyes.

Just as the class was about to begin, we hastily found a few seats in the middle of the classroom.

"Welcome, students and transfer students to History! We're going to start this term off with Ancient Greece. We will be picking up where we left off last year so please turn to page... wait I can't find my lesson plan."

One student raised her hand, "Does that mean we don't have class"

"Detention. MR. HERMAYYYYYYYY"

A few seconds later, our band director waltzed into the room. "Yes, dear?"

Professor Audrey stared at him incredulously. "You're ridiculous, childish, stupid, horrible, and an absolute motherfucking asshole. Give me my lesson plans before I make you"

Mr. Hermay shrugged his shoulders. "Your brother is so much more fun", and he tossed a thick folder back at her.

Professor Audrey glared at him some more as she pushed him out the door and locked it. "Right class, we are on page 42069."

"Do you guys have your books?" I asked worriedly, looking over my shoulder.

"Er, yeah," Ron replied, and I nodded. Good.

"Shut up Diana. Having guests will not stop me from putting the entire class in detention on the first day."

The entire class gasped and I could feel their glares.

"Now that I have everyone's attention, please read the first 20 paragraphs on the page. Remember to focus because for homework, I expect a 500-word summary - HANDWRITTEN- by tomorrow, first thing next class."

The whole class visibly groaned and the sound of flipping pages filled the air. Who knew the last year was going to be so hard.

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"Alright, everyone, continue to practice, class dismissed! Oh my...time sure does past fast, must talk to grandpa about it-"

And that was the end of the band.

"Okay.. so, now we have math," I said, forgetting about the fact that I said I would explain what college was to Ron.

"The professor, Professor Minerva, is really strict and gives you detention if you don't answer her question in 15 seconds and... 55 milliseconds, I think, so use that time very wisely. Yeah, you better hope you're good at math, or you'll have detention for the rest of the year."

"Minerva? We have a professor called Minerva too!" Hermione smiled.

"Cool? Let's go." I shrugged, starting to walk.

"So...What's math?" asked Ron.