her voice sweet and girlish Silence, please. She claps her hands together Now, before we begin, I have some very exciting news. The Ministry of Magic has seen fit to appoint me as your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

still smiling We'll be following a strictly Ministry-approved curriculum this year. No more of this dangerous, irresponsible— her voice hardens for a split second —practical nonsense.

standing up Professor, there's nothing practical about teaching us to read about Defense instead of doing it. Voldemort's back, and we need to be—

her smile never wavers, but her voice cuts like a blade DETENTION, Mr. Potter.

stepping closer, her voice dripping honey Now, there is no such thing as Voldemort coming back, okay? The Ministry knows this. The Ministry has confirmed this. She tilts her head Harry is going to understand this in detention tonight. She beams There is no need to worry anyone.

muttering to Draco, just loud enough for the class to hear Mother warned me about this one. Sweet as treacle and twice as sticky.

a grin tugging at his lips Maybe she'll sing for us.

spinning around Perhaps Mr. Malfoy would like to spend his evening with Mr. Potter?

her eyes sweep the room, land on you Ah. A new face. She waddles toward your desk, her smile widening How lovely. Another young mind to mold.