Her first day in the classroom was interesting to say the least.
Professor Smith introduced her to each class as Dumbledore had done, as Miss LeFey. She wouldn’t get to wear the title of professor just yet, but she thought that being called Miss LeFey was an equally large adjustment. Some of the older students forgot themselves sometimes and reverted to calling her Gwen, but many of them were still rather intimidated by her. Only time would erase the terrifying images they had of her surrounded by thirteen knocked out death eaters.
The first years were very keen to learn. Some of the older students were not so, as they knew (for once) what to expect from their dark arts prof. Professor Smith did not fail them. His first lecture of the term was as loopy as his teaching ever was.
Gwen sat, trying to contain her laughter as she watched several third years roll their eyes when Professor Smith had turned his back. She didn’t get to do much on her first day, but was pleased that so far things were going well. She had many ideas that she couldn’t wait to try out when she began teaching her self.
Harry approached her quietly after their lesson together. “Good afternoon Miss LeFey.”
“Good afternoon Harry.” She said, her emotions as confused as ever. The situation couldn’t have been more uncomfortable and she was grateful for Professor Smith’s presence. Harry sighed, realizing he wouldn’t be able to get her alone. He asked her about their first homework assignment; she explained it again. He thanked her and left.
Professor Smith winked at her. She gave him a look of absolute disgust and he laughed out loud. “Looks like someone’s hot for teacher.”
“Anthony.” She said, her eyebrows crinkled in repulsion. She had taken to calling Mr. Smith by his given name of Anthony. He didn’t really care what she called him. He had told her in their very first meeting: “you can call me shit-head if the mood takes you.”
He threw a fake punch at her arm. “Not plannin’ on crossin’ the line are ya?”
“Absolutely not.” Gwen said, blushing furiously. Of course she had thought of it, she’d thought of it since the moment she saw Harry wandering into the great hall. But a relationship with Harry was now impossible as long as he was a student and she a professor. Maybe it was for the best.