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"Dear box, This is what I think of you: FLIPENDO! Love, Harry"
The above is an actual quote by me during a particularly frustrating bit of playing PoA on PS2. After playing, an HP ficlet came to me.
The identity of their new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was still a mystery as Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way to that particular class.
“I reckon anything’ll be better after Umbridge,” Ron muttered on the staircase.
Two giggling Ravenclaw third-years passed them. “Wasn’t he wonderful?”
“I know! I think I love Professor Lupin!”
“Did you say Professor Lupin?” Harry asked after them, but they had been too wrapped-up in their own whispers to notice.
The three of them were suddenly walking much faster to class. “You think he’d have told us!” Harry said, thrilled. Professor Lupin had been their best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher yet. “I can’t wait to--”
As they opened the door, they stopped short. Many of their fellow Gryffindors were already inside, also looking confused. Rather than the familiar face in long black robes, there was a man dressed like a muggle. He wore a blue shirt with a purple tie and a pink jacket, into which he was trying to stuff a loudly protesting Sneakoscope.
“Oh, hey kids. Why don’t you have a seat and we’ll start the lesson?”
They were too stunned to do otherwise. Harry noticed that a nameplate on the desk did indeed say "Lupin." Professor Arsene Lupin III.
“Okay, welcome to class! I’m Professor Lupin, and this -” he gestured to a buxom woman in a glittery evening dress, “is my lovely assistant Fujiko! We’ll be teaching you magic, but first, a demonstration. Who has anything valuable or expensive they’d like to see us make disappear?”
>^..^
The identity of their new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was still a mystery as Harry, Ron, and Hermione made their way to that particular class.
“I reckon anything’ll be better after Umbridge,” Ron muttered on the staircase.
Two giggling Ravenclaw third-years passed them. “Wasn’t he wonderful?”
“I know! I think I love Professor Lupin!”
“Did you say Professor Lupin?” Harry asked after them, but they had been too wrapped-up in their own whispers to notice.
The three of them were suddenly walking much faster to class. “You think he’d have told us!” Harry said, thrilled. Professor Lupin had been their best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher yet. “I can’t wait to--”
As they opened the door, they stopped short. Many of their fellow Gryffindors were already inside, also looking confused. Rather than the familiar face in long black robes, there was a man dressed like a muggle. He wore a blue shirt with a purple tie and a pink jacket, into which he was trying to stuff a loudly protesting Sneakoscope.
“Oh, hey kids. Why don’t you have a seat and we’ll start the lesson?”
They were too stunned to do otherwise. Harry noticed that a nameplate on the desk did indeed say "Lupin." Professor Arsene Lupin III.
“Okay, welcome to class! I’m Professor Lupin, and this -” he gestured to a buxom woman in a glittery evening dress, “is my lovely assistant Fujiko! We’ll be teaching you magic, but first, a demonstration. Who has anything valuable or expensive they’d like to see us make disappear?”
>^..^
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You should add into this HP fanfic a bit with Snape competing on "Iron Chef." I don't know why, but when I finished reading this, that's what came to my mind.