She entered History of Magic class and sat in a corner on a bench.
She opened her book and started revising some stuff she had read earlier.
The class commenced soon enough with people still coming in.
"Hello. I am Moira. Nice to meet you." A girl came up to Weaver.
"Hullo. I am Weaver." Weaver smiled.
"Can I sit here?" She asked.
"Sure." Weaver said, sliding to the left.
"Good morning children." An airy Professor Binns said, floating into the class room.
"Good morning Professor." Everybody chorused.
And then Professor Binns began in a never ending speech.
Weaver was listening with full attention but she saw that no one else was.
Everybody was either sleeping or pretending to pay attention.
Can't believe this guy's still here.
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Can he get any worse?? Not that I wanna see it.
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Who invented this subject??
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I am hungry.
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I wanna play Quidditch.
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Weaver chuckled listening to her classmates thoughts.
"You my dear." Professor Binns suddenly gestured towards Weaver.
"Are you paying attention??" He asked floating towards her.
"Yes sir." Weaver replied, standing up.
"So please tell me all I have told you today about Goblin rebellions. For a recap." Professor Binns said.
And Weaver began.
She expelled out all her knowledge on Goblin rebellions. And suddenly everyone was listening to her with rapt attention.
She guided her points fluently in the form of a story and then she finished.
"But...... I haven't taught you all this. How do you know it??" Professor Binns asked her stupified, but impressed.
Can you believe him?? First he asks a meaningless question, and then if someone answers it, he wants to know why they know the answer! Someone thinks behind.
Weaver finds it difficult not to laugh and says,
"I read it earlier Professor. Like light night reading you know...".
She had already finished her textbook at the age of 13. So, maybe under the flow, she spoke all of it, including what Professor Binns hadn't even taught yet without realising.
"Oh. Nonetheless, excellent. I am really impressed my dear. Ten points to Gryffindor." Professor Binns said happily.
"Thank you Professor." Weaver said sheepishly.
She is really good.
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I hope she doesn't mind teaching me!
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"Ah!! May I know your name my dear??" He asked.
"Mason Weaver Carmen Hunter." Weaver replied.
"You are as beautiful as your name, my dear." Professor Binns complemented her.
Weaver felt herself blush.
Please replace Binns Weaver!
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Never heard that name before.
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"Your eyes remind me of the ocean. Just like the one I had visited on my last vacation. In 1296 B.C.
Just the perfect, shining, sparkly, mesmerizing, oceany turquoise blue." He said in awe.
"Thank you Professor." Weaver said again, smiling this time.
"Sit down my dear."
The class ended in a flash and so did Transfiguration.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Admirable (Harry Potter Fanfic)
DiversosTwo souls simply don't meet each other by accident. "Although we never said it to each other, I thought we both knew." Charlie said as he couldn't keep it to himself anymore.
