so, i\'m a spy

\"Welcome to another year at Hogwart\'s students. Before we can enjoy the magnificent feast for tonight, we need to begidn the sorting ceremony. This year though is special. We have another Defense Against the Dark Arts, professor. She has worked for the ministry of magic and graduated from the Deutschland scheulen Witches und Wizards. Professor Winsome Listonheir. Please come forward.\" Winsome stood from her seat at the end next to Professor Flitwick, she walked towards the center of the raised area.\"Now Professor, because your school was not separated into hosues like ours, we would like you to join a hosue here. To be assistant head.\"
\"Thank you Professor, that would be lovely.\" Winsome took a seat on the stool.
\"Ahhhm a Professor..German you say.. very lovely very lovely indeed. Oh Defense against the dark arts. Very interesting. Smart as a whip could be a hufflepuff.. Dangerous and sly perhaps Slytherian?\" Snape felt his nostrils flare at the thought of the insubordinate witch having to be anywhere near him when not necessary.\" Proud and brave like a Gryfinndor, yet cunning and wise as a Ravenclaw.\" The hat paused it\'s mouth closed. Everyone waited on pins and needles for it\'s answer.\" Gryfinndor!\"
The tables were up in antics, the Gryfinndor table screamed and cheered. Winsome stood and acknowledged the cheers, with a smile and a graceful wave.
\"Professor Listonheir, you shall be head of te house with Professor McGonagall. Now please let us have the students!\" Winsome shot Minerva a graceful smile, as she took her seat. She smiled as the rest of the students were sorted, and then Dumbledore stood made a blessing speech, and the feast appeared before them. She took very few bites, and then returned to her room. She unpacked her things, and went over the lesson plans the ministry had given her to follow. She read up on the Gobberts, a mean spirited little woodland creature, who has an eye for ladies who are lost, usually they were the cause for most damsel\'s in distress during the 13th century. How could children wish to learn about such things? She thought, since there was a scare amongst the students she shall teach what they really must know. So she threw away the lesson plans from the ministry and began devising her own.

She breezed into the class room, her burgandy cloak softly trailed behind her, it moved like flowers in a summers breeze. She walked through the rows of students, and placed her things down on the desk. She turned and gazed over he students. 6th years, she thought to herself. So she took out the lesson book and then roll.
\"Alright, before we begin students, my name is and will always be Professor Listonheir. This is Defense Against the Dark arts, and despite your usually breed of half-wits who have taught here.\" One boy stood, not knowing why but he stood and with a very angry face, began to speak back to the teacher.
\"Professor Lupin was not a half-wit. He was one of the greatest educators this school has ever seen!\" The boy with the deep green eyes, glared at Winsome. She felt bad for angrying him so much, but still not to lose footing in her place of power.
\"Now see here, Mr. Harry Potter.\" She said looking down at her scroll of names.\" It is not your place to correct me, or tell me about your other teachers. I am glad you liked Mr. Lupin so much, but he is not here and i am. So unless i ask you to say something to the class, then, and only then may you speak.\" Harry sat back down, with his mouth shut.
\"Now, before i was interupted. With a war right on the toes of our feet, I feel as though we must prepare you for the envitable. All these classes you\'ve had before telling you of the smaller dangers of our world. Well i will prepare you to defend yourself, and save what we have grown to know. Now roll call.\"

She dismissed the class, after a very difficult question answer period on the History of dark magic. The kids walked begrudgingly to their next class, for most that was Potion\'s. Inside the classroom, Ron Weasely, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter discussed their last class.
\"She\'s too mean!\" Hermione moaned.
\"I never thought i\'d be happy to go Potion\'s class in my life.\"
\"Did you see the look she gave me when i couldn\'t answer, where was Rasputin\'s main source of magic from? She nearly shot knives at me through her eyes.
Then Professor Snape walked into the classroom, he placed his books on the desk.
\"Pop quiz, on the material\'s you\'ve learnt from last year.\" He handed out the papers, and collected the summer homework. She sat and smiled, but there was nocomplaining, the children dilegently worked through the test, many finishing with a smile. Where were the frowns and the moans, that he so loved to enstill. The children handed in their tests, and Snape dismissed them.
\"Mr. Malfoy please, come to my desk.\" A tall platnum blonde walked over to Snape\'s desk. \"Please tell me how your new Defense Against the Dark Art\'s class went?\"
\"Oh god, that Listonheir, she gave us some bull story about preparing us for war, not for a test. Then she quizzed us on the history of dark magic. She yelled at Potter for talkign about that werewolf friend of his Lupin, and she\'s... well she\'s lucky that she\'s got a very hot ass, or else none of us would even pay attention.\"
\"Mr. Malfoy... thank you that\'ll be all.\"
\"Yes, sir.\" Severus, felt a lump in his throat, how dare she treat students like that, it takes away from my fun. The only joyin life ruined by some filthy woman. Yet just by the mention of her perfectly formed butt, Severus rubbed himself over his trousers, he felt himself grow, how he would like to teach her a lesson or two.

\"Professor Listonheir! We will be meeting after lunch to discuss the house responsibilities.\" Minerva stuck her head inside the classroom.\"
\"Yes Professor.\" She smiled and Minerva left. How dare these people talk to her as if she was a child, she walked up the stairs to her office, and began writing down more lesson plans. She could out cast any of them, yet the real suprise was in store, she thought to herself. She couldn\'t wait to tell thme at the end of term.