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Later that night the students exited the train, and made their way towards the carriages that seemed to carry themselves. Except the first years, who took a small boat across the lake towards the castle.
"How do you think this year will go?" Cho asked, both girls shrugged. It was the same thing every year, Dumbledore does is beginning of the year speech, and nothing much happens after that.
Unless you count the Weasley twins, and occasionally Harry, losing house points but always end up winning the house tournament. Azalea thought - no - knew Dumbledore favored Gryffindors, even though she was a Gryffindor, it wasn't fair.
"I don't think anything new will happen this year. Unless some tournament happens this year in which different schools join us at Hogwarts." Azalea joked, and hopped on one of the carriages, Rowen and Cho following her.
"Yeah right, like that'll ever happen." Cho laughed.
"Hope they hurry up with the sorting." Ron said. "I'm starving." The sorting of new students into house's took place at the start of every year, although Harry missed the one in his second year, due to technical difficulties, along with Ron.
Harry looked up at the staff table. There seemed to be rather more seats empty that usual. Hagrid, of course, was still fighting his way across the lake with the first years; Professor Mcgonagall was presumably supervising the drying of the entrance hall floor, but there was another empty chair too. Harry couldn't think who else was missing.
He suprised himself, he was paying attention to something other than Azalea, he didn't like it and immediately spotted the redhead who sat ways away from him, at the other side of the Gryffindor table, a smile came to his face.
"Where's the new Defense Against the Dark Art's teacher?" Azalea asked, also looking at the teachers.
They never yet had a Defense Against the dark arts teacher who lasted more than three terms. Her favorite by far had been Professor Lupin, who had resigned last year due to his fury problem.
Aries looked up and down the staff table. There was definitely no new face there. "Maybe they couldn't get anyone!" Rowen said anxiously.
Azalea scanned the table more carefully. Tiny little Professor flitwick - the charms teacher - was sitting on a large pile of cushions beside Professor Sprout, the herbology teacher - whose hat was askew over her fly away grey hair. She was talking to Professor Sinistra's of the Astronomy department. On Professor Sinistra's right was swallow-faced, hooked-nose, greasy-haired teacher - Azalea's least favorite teacher - he gave her the creeps.
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