It was unusual that Monday classes ended so early, and the young witch was still grinning to herself at her fortune. Goading their Earth Magic professor into growing her own trellis ward, rather than just reading about it, had been a crowning achievement for their OWL class, even if completing the warding charm would have to wait for next class.
Millie only felt bad that their professor hadn't discovered her allergies to the plant until the nasturtium was in full bloom.
The unforeseen freedom granted her the chance to drop by Professor Lissington's classroom to see if he had a free period. The young witch had been burning with a question all term, with never the right time to ask it. It wasn't the sort of question she wanted to pose in front of her peers, especially not with wisecracks from Mr. Fletcher at the back of each class. The corridors were blissfully empty other than a mob of fourth years she spied disappearing around the corner as she approached the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
It didn't seem unusual to her to find the classroom unlocked. What was unusual, as the young witch slipped inside, was that it wasn't empty. She expected the professor to be in his office or chambers, and that she might have to politely knock or wait for him there. Who knew what sorts of strange or wondrous things the Hogwarts faculty got up to when students weren't around? As curious as Millie might be about that, she was sure it wasn't appropriate for her to ask or interrupt at all, lest she disturb something delicate. The last thing she wanted was to be known as the third year who blew up her professor.
"Hello?" She found herself calling out to the classroom, stepping cautiously with her hand tightening around the strap of her bookbag. The young witch could hear something rustling, someone moving things around in the professor's desk. That didn't seem like the form of Professor Lissington behind his many-drawered teaching desk, and Millie stopped in her tracks.
Had someone broken into the Defense classroom, out of all of them?
"What are you doing there?" Millie's voice carried with an unusually firm cadence, stepping sharply across the room to whoever was mucking around at the desk. It would be just like some of her classmates to try pranking their professor, and the young witch had enough of her classes derailed for today. "Come on out here!"
Millie only felt bad that their professor hadn't discovered her allergies to the plant until the nasturtium was in full bloom.
The unforeseen freedom granted her the chance to drop by Professor Lissington's classroom to see if he had a free period. The young witch had been burning with a question all term, with never the right time to ask it. It wasn't the sort of question she wanted to pose in front of her peers, especially not with wisecracks from Mr. Fletcher at the back of each class. The corridors were blissfully empty other than a mob of fourth years she spied disappearing around the corner as she approached the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.
It didn't seem unusual to her to find the classroom unlocked. What was unusual, as the young witch slipped inside, was that it wasn't empty. She expected the professor to be in his office or chambers, and that she might have to politely knock or wait for him there. Who knew what sorts of strange or wondrous things the Hogwarts faculty got up to when students weren't around? As curious as Millie might be about that, she was sure it wasn't appropriate for her to ask or interrupt at all, lest she disturb something delicate. The last thing she wanted was to be known as the third year who blew up her professor.
"Hello?" She found herself calling out to the classroom, stepping cautiously with her hand tightening around the strap of her bookbag. The young witch could hear something rustling, someone moving things around in the professor's desk. That didn't seem like the form of Professor Lissington behind his many-drawered teaching desk, and Millie stopped in her tracks.
Had someone broken into the Defense classroom, out of all of them?
"What are you doing there?" Millie's voice carried with an unusually firm cadence, stepping sharply across the room to whoever was mucking around at the desk. It would be just like some of her classmates to try pranking their professor, and the young witch had enough of her classes derailed for today. "Come on out here!"
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