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Originally Posted by Meandering
Andi walked over to Nikolai's table, and picked up the crumpled piece of parchment, unfolding it. She met Tia's eyes after glancing at the picture. "Very badly drawn," she sneered. "A further twenty points from Gryffindor. It would have been ten if only you had a sense of proportion and some talent."
At this Jenna crumpled up her drawing, drew out her wand, and said,
"Deletrius!" The parchment disappeared--then she suddenly remembered that it had her notes on it along with the drawing. Oh, crud, she thought. Good thing she had a photographic memory--she took out another piece of parchment and wrote the notes again.
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Originally Posted by Meandering
She drew herself up, eyes flashing around the class. "Enough of this," she said quietly, her voice like an icy whip. "I'm here to teach, not to kill all of you - tempting a that might seem at this very moment. I do not want to hear a single more word about Andrei Vannacutt or I, in the same sentence combined."
The voice, hushed and quiet, floated over the class like a black veil, a dementor's mouth.
"Does everyone have their pictures?" inquired Andi, slowly walking back to ther desk where she perched on it again.
"Yes, ma'am," said Jenna, picking up her picture. She looked at it--it was a photo her dad had taken of her as a kid (her dad was a Muggle). Her five-year-old self stayed completely still in the Muggle picture, her eleven-year-old self gazing at it.