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Teaching Methods
Chapter 12 ~ Teaching Methods
Snape left Hermione's cloak folded on her desk in the Charms classroom, thus avoiding having to see or interact with her.
For the next several weeks, they didn't interact at all. In fact, anytime Snape walked into a room where Hermione was, the temperature seemed to drop several degrees, because of Hermione's icy demeanor. Not that Snape even felt the coldness.
Ron had come around a few times, attempting to win Hermione back, but she was finished. She had a new job and a clean slate. The war was behind her and her future laid out before her. She intended to be the best Charms teacher Hogwarts had ever seen.
Unfortunately, when the students returned to the school, they weren't as accommodating as she had hoped. At least the fifth, sixth and seventh years weren't. Although she was qualified to teach them, there was the problem of her age. She wasn't much older than her oldest pupils and the Gryffindors expected preferential treatment since she could give points. The Slytherins were plain obnoxious, and basically, she didn't get the respect an older teacher would. The younger classes were easier to handle.
Firstly, almost everyone called her "Hermione." She asked them to address her as "Professor Granger" but they either continued to call her by her name, or, in the case of the Slytherins, "Granger." They also half did their assignments, and what they turned in was shoddy work. Many didn't even bother finishing tests.
No, teaching wasn't turning out to be the joy Hermione hoped it would be. Her pupils treated her class like a joke.
As she sat in the empty classroom miserably, looking at the abysmal parchments her students had turned in and feeling like an utter failure, a shadow fell across her. She looked up and saw Snape looking down at her.
"Go away," she said sullenly.
Snape's mouth quirked slightly. His black eyes fell on the parchments and he reached out and picked one up.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Hermione demanded as she watched Snape read the essay. When he finished, he shook his head and looked at her.
"You accept this?" he asked her flinging the parchment back on the desk in obvious disgust.
"It's an assignment. I have to accept it and mark it. Why do you care? Why are you here?" she said frowning. Things were bad enough without Snape darkening her door.
"I'm here," he said softly, "because I wanted to know why my DADA pupils are doing so badly in my class. Our curriculums are linked. If a student does poorly in Charms, they cannot hope to utilize what I teach in my class. You have to be able to work Charms to defend against dark Charms. The fifth, sixth and seventh years have not learned the spells necessary from you, in order to deal with me. Granted some of them know the few charms taught by Potter, but as you know there are other charms required. You are failing them, Hermione."
Hermione looked up at him, and her lower lip began to tremble.
"Crying won't help," Snape said coldly. "You've got a job to do and you aren't doing it. And because of this, I can't do mine."
"They don't respect me," Hermione said.
"I know. It's because of your age. I was in a very similar situation when I first began to teach here. I wasn't much older than the students, and many remembered me as the target of the Marauders. They gave me no respect and did as they liked in my classroom for the first few weeks."
"What did you do?" Hermione asked him, hoping he could give her some idea of what to do.
Snape smirked.
"I put the fear of Snape in them," he replied.
Then he turned and left the classroom, Hermione blinking after him.
She sat there a moment, then she got the message.
The fear of Snape, eh?
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When Hermione entered her seventh year charms class, the student were sending notes, chatting and out of their seats, as usual. She walked up to her desk as if she didn't see them.
"Hey, Hermione," Ginny Weasley said in familiar greeting. Hermione's eyes narrowed and she pulled out her wand, flicking it at the door. It slammed shut, startling everyone to silence.
"Everyone sit down," she said quietly.
Almost everyone walked to their seats, but a few Slytherins loitered about, continuing their conversation as if Hermione hadn't said anything. Not for long.
Hermione pointed her wand at Darwin Harper, the Slytherin chaser.
"Imperio!"
Darwin slid between the desks and plopped down in his seat, stiff as a board. The other Slytherins scrambled for their chairs, one complaining, "Hey, you can't do tha-"
"Langlock!" Hermione hissed at the witch, and her tongue immediately clung to the top of her mouth so she couldn't speak. The classroom went silent as everyone stared at Hermione.
She slowly let her gaze drift over them, meeting each set of wide eyes. Ginny was looking at her as if she'd never seen her before.
"Now that I have your attention, there are going to be a few changes around here. Firstly, every one of you has two weeks of detention—"
Cries of negation arose from the class, and Hermione slammed her hand down on the desk with such force, everyone shut up.
"You have detention because of your shoddy work, lack of respect for me and your lessons and because as of right now, all of you are failing. Every one of you has a 'T' in my class. Additionally, each of you has lost five points for your house, both Slytherin AND Gryffindor."
More groans arose. Hermione glared them to silence.
"Anyone who addresses me as anything other than Professor Granger, will receive an automatic five point loss. Anyone who hands in an assignment that is incomplete will not only receive a failing mark, but also a loss of three points. Late assignments will have a penalty of one point. I assure you, these points will add up rapidly if you do not apply yourselves and you will have no one to blame except yourselves. Additionally, all students who are failing my class have had their rights to visit Hogsmeade revoked until further notice."
More groans went up as well as a few protestations.
"Who does she think she is?" one student whispered to another. Hermione heard him.
"I will tell you what I am not, Mr. Grunsley. I am not your babysitter. I am not your friend and I am not your equal. I am your teacher, a member of the Hogwarts staff with all the authority that goes with my position. I have the backing of the headmistress and the Board of Governors—"
Here, Hermione's eyes narrowed.
"—And if you do not apply yourself in my class, Mr. Grunsley, I will be your worst nightmare."
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A/N: Go Hermione! Lol. You know I was thinking about how hard it must be to be a young teacher with older students, so this popped up. The "Snape" method. Lolol.
Snape left Hermione's cloak folded on her desk in the Charms classroom, thus avoiding having to see or interact with her.
For the next several weeks, they didn't interact at all. In fact, anytime Snape walked into a room where Hermione was, the temperature seemed to drop several degrees, because of Hermione's icy demeanor. Not that Snape even felt the coldness.
Ron had come around a few times, attempting to win Hermione back, but she was finished. She had a new job and a clean slate. The war was behind her and her future laid out before her. She intended to be the best Charms teacher Hogwarts had ever seen.
Unfortunately, when the students returned to the school, they weren't as accommodating as she had hoped. At least the fifth, sixth and seventh years weren't. Although she was qualified to teach them, there was the problem of her age. She wasn't much older than her oldest pupils and the Gryffindors expected preferential treatment since she could give points. The Slytherins were plain obnoxious, and basically, she didn't get the respect an older teacher would. The younger classes were easier to handle.
Firstly, almost everyone called her "Hermione." She asked them to address her as "Professor Granger" but they either continued to call her by her name, or, in the case of the Slytherins, "Granger." They also half did their assignments, and what they turned in was shoddy work. Many didn't even bother finishing tests.
No, teaching wasn't turning out to be the joy Hermione hoped it would be. Her pupils treated her class like a joke.
As she sat in the empty classroom miserably, looking at the abysmal parchments her students had turned in and feeling like an utter failure, a shadow fell across her. She looked up and saw Snape looking down at her.
"Go away," she said sullenly.
Snape's mouth quirked slightly. His black eyes fell on the parchments and he reached out and picked one up.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Hermione demanded as she watched Snape read the essay. When he finished, he shook his head and looked at her.
"You accept this?" he asked her flinging the parchment back on the desk in obvious disgust.
"It's an assignment. I have to accept it and mark it. Why do you care? Why are you here?" she said frowning. Things were bad enough without Snape darkening her door.
"I'm here," he said softly, "because I wanted to know why my DADA pupils are doing so badly in my class. Our curriculums are linked. If a student does poorly in Charms, they cannot hope to utilize what I teach in my class. You have to be able to work Charms to defend against dark Charms. The fifth, sixth and seventh years have not learned the spells necessary from you, in order to deal with me. Granted some of them know the few charms taught by Potter, but as you know there are other charms required. You are failing them, Hermione."
Hermione looked up at him, and her lower lip began to tremble.
"Crying won't help," Snape said coldly. "You've got a job to do and you aren't doing it. And because of this, I can't do mine."
"They don't respect me," Hermione said.
"I know. It's because of your age. I was in a very similar situation when I first began to teach here. I wasn't much older than the students, and many remembered me as the target of the Marauders. They gave me no respect and did as they liked in my classroom for the first few weeks."
"What did you do?" Hermione asked him, hoping he could give her some idea of what to do.
Snape smirked.
"I put the fear of Snape in them," he replied.
Then he turned and left the classroom, Hermione blinking after him.
She sat there a moment, then she got the message.
The fear of Snape, eh?
**************************************
When Hermione entered her seventh year charms class, the student were sending notes, chatting and out of their seats, as usual. She walked up to her desk as if she didn't see them.
"Hey, Hermione," Ginny Weasley said in familiar greeting. Hermione's eyes narrowed and she pulled out her wand, flicking it at the door. It slammed shut, startling everyone to silence.
"Everyone sit down," she said quietly.
Almost everyone walked to their seats, but a few Slytherins loitered about, continuing their conversation as if Hermione hadn't said anything. Not for long.
Hermione pointed her wand at Darwin Harper, the Slytherin chaser.
"Imperio!"
Darwin slid between the desks and plopped down in his seat, stiff as a board. The other Slytherins scrambled for their chairs, one complaining, "Hey, you can't do tha-"
"Langlock!" Hermione hissed at the witch, and her tongue immediately clung to the top of her mouth so she couldn't speak. The classroom went silent as everyone stared at Hermione.
She slowly let her gaze drift over them, meeting each set of wide eyes. Ginny was looking at her as if she'd never seen her before.
"Now that I have your attention, there are going to be a few changes around here. Firstly, every one of you has two weeks of detention—"
Cries of negation arose from the class, and Hermione slammed her hand down on the desk with such force, everyone shut up.
"You have detention because of your shoddy work, lack of respect for me and your lessons and because as of right now, all of you are failing. Every one of you has a 'T' in my class. Additionally, each of you has lost five points for your house, both Slytherin AND Gryffindor."
More groans arose. Hermione glared them to silence.
"Anyone who addresses me as anything other than Professor Granger, will receive an automatic five point loss. Anyone who hands in an assignment that is incomplete will not only receive a failing mark, but also a loss of three points. Late assignments will have a penalty of one point. I assure you, these points will add up rapidly if you do not apply yourselves and you will have no one to blame except yourselves. Additionally, all students who are failing my class have had their rights to visit Hogsmeade revoked until further notice."
More groans went up as well as a few protestations.
"Who does she think she is?" one student whispered to another. Hermione heard him.
"I will tell you what I am not, Mr. Grunsley. I am not your babysitter. I am not your friend and I am not your equal. I am your teacher, a member of the Hogwarts staff with all the authority that goes with my position. I have the backing of the headmistress and the Board of Governors—"
Here, Hermione's eyes narrowed.
"—And if you do not apply yourself in my class, Mr. Grunsley, I will be your worst nightmare."
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A/N: Go Hermione! Lol. You know I was thinking about how hard it must be to be a young teacher with older students, so this popped up. The "Snape" method. Lolol.