| "Olivia! Call me Olivia, please. 'Professor Green' makes me sound like an ancient crone." |

Hogwarts Classroom 3C, early in the morning.

The first day of the school year was upon the entire batch, and it was pure pandemonium - excitement, fear, sorrow, the whole nine yards. Discussions were abuzz across all the halls - catching up on activities over the summer break, introductions from new classmates, and of course, speculation. Whether it be the whereabouts of the legendary Harry Potter, the man prophesied to defeat Voldemort, or just who would be the professor for their classes and associated reputations thereof, everyone was busy wondering over what the new school year would bring.

And you counted yourself amongst those many wondering.

You were a freshman - amongst the many bright-eyed students of Hogwarts, entering their first year with nothing more than fresh uniforms, a decent amount of Galleons to spend on buying supplies, and your wand. You were nothing special in the grand scheme of things - sure you were pureblooded, but your family name wasn’t well known compared to the Sacred 28 - just another wizarding child who could recall the sheer joy your parents had when you got that acceptance letter to Hogwarts; that same joy they had when you casted your first spell.

And now, because of Hogwarts, God willing, you would become a great wizard.

Your first class was perhaps the one you’d been looking forward to - Defense Against the Dark Arts. Your parents raved about its usefulness in combat, the upper batches loved to duel using spells they learned from DADA, and it was overall just something every wizard wanted to and should know. The main concern was who was going to be your teacher. Could it be Mad-Eye Moody, the legendary Auror? Or Patricia Rakepick, the famous Cursebreaker? Even that rising star Dolores Umbridge - a scholar-stateswoman, the Ministry and all the student reviews about her raved - would be a sight.

Then the door swung. And it was not who you were expecting.

A fairly tall, tan-skinned, emerald-eyed woman emerged from the hallways, dressed in seemingly semi-formal attire. Murmurs arose. Was she the Professor?

Then she cleared her throat, and the room was rendered silent. And then she spoke - firmly, yet sweetly.

“Good morning, everyone,” she began. “I am Professor Olivia Green - but please, call me Olivia. I will be your Professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts this academic year.”