Call Me Professor - Sequel to Colour Me Slytherin

5. She's awake.

During the rest of the day, you couldn’t take your mind off the student. Hopefully you had mixed that potion right, hopefully you didn’t kill the poor girl. You couldn’t help but let your mind wander to who might have done such a thing. There was obviously a student who knew dark Russian magic hiding somewhere in the castle.

“Professor?” a girl asked, cowering slightly when your eyes darted over her.

You had realized you zoned out during the middle of a class. That was definitely not professional on your part, but you had a lot on your mind. “Yes?” you asked back, holding the girl’s gaze with your own.

“We were all um…” her voice trailed off, as she looked to her friends for support.

Another more outspoken girl piped up, “We were all wondering what happened to Payton Taylor. We heard she was attacked, and that you’ve been going up to the hospital wing to cast enchantments over her.”

The girl that just asked you about that Payton girl, laying up in the hospital wing, reminded you of the Weasley’s, with her flaming red hair, pale complexion, and slight freckles. “That is nothing any of you need to worry about.” you uttered, taking in the disappointed looks from most of the people in the room.

“She deserved what she got. Filthy Mudbloods.” Alex Mayar smirked, as the Slytherin’s close to him either rolled their eyes, or smirked at his comment.

You’re eyes found his, and narrowed. “I will not have that talk in my classroom, Mayar.” you hissed, wanting nothing more than to put the child under the Cruciatus Curse.

“Or what, you’ll take house points away? Give me detention?”  Mayar asked, making it sound like it was no big deal.

Your eyes narrowed even more, and you drew your wand. “No, I go for the lasting impressions.” your voice was dangerously low. The second you pointed your wand at the boy, he was hoisted up into the air by his ankle and dangled there helplessly. You could hear a few Gryffindor’s snicker at this, but fought down your own smirk as the Mayar begged to be let down.

“What are you doing?” A familiar voice asked sounding rather harassed from the doorway of the classroom. Professor McGonagall had stepped into the classroom completely, watching as you continued to dangle Alex Mayar by his ankle.

“Teaching.” you shrugged, dropping the boy mercilessly on his head, releasing him from your wrath. You turned your full attention to the Headmistress standing in your classroom, “Is there something I can assist you with, Headmistress?” you asked, your wand still in your hand.

Professor McGonagall motioned for you to follow her out into the empty corridor. She shut the door behind the two of you so your students would not be able to hear.

Silently, you pointed your wand at the door and casted Muffliato, just to make sure there were no nosey students with their ears pressed against the door. You let the thought of students using Fred and George’s Extendable Ears enter your mind for a brief moment, before pushing it to the back of your thoughts.

“Payton Taylor has woken.” McGonagall said, there was relief evident on her features as she gazed at you warmly. Her hand rested on your shoulder lightly, “Good work, Professor.” she added before sweeping back down the corridor, towards her own office.

You could feel the relief course through your body with every beat of your heart. A small smile graced your lips. Just as suddenly as the smile appeared, it faded away as you entered back into your classroom. You had a free period next, and definitely planned on going to see this Payton girl.

“Class dismissed.” you said, waving your hand at the students who stared at you from their seats.

Hushed chatter filled the room as the students packed up their things and left the classroom.