“Spect it’s a record.” Hagrid said thickly to you, Ron and Harry, “Don’ reckon they’ve ever had a teacher who on’y lasted a day before.”

“You haven’t been sacked, Hagrid!” gasped Harry.

“Not yet,” said Hagrid miserably, “But’s only a matter o’ time, i’n’t it, after Malfoy…”

“How is he?” asked Ron, as they all sat down, “it wasn’t serious, was it?”

“Madam Pomfrey fixed him best she could,” Said Hagrid dully, “But hes sayin’ it’s still in agony… covered in bandages … moaninin.”

“He’s faking it!” Said Harry at once, “Madam Pomfrey can mend anything. She regrew half my bones last year. Trust Malfoy to milk it for all it’s worth.”

You couldn’t help but scoff, “He hardly knows what true pain is, if it were up to me, i’d let him look after them hyppogryffs, yknow for — ‘educational purposes’.” she said, not elaborating, but it was obvious what she was implying.

Ron grinned, you were awesome. Scary, but awesome.

You smiled to yourself, as if imagining it.

Ron nudged Harry and mouthed ‘scary’. Harry silently agreed, Ron was a bit envious of how you were so cool, he had a bit of a crush on you, not that he would admit it, much to Harry’s annoyance.

Hagrid gave the pair of them a look, noticing the shared smile but was unable to tell why.