ADITF: TSC - Final Mix Writing

## *NEW Chapter 32: Enter Athena Lockhart*

[Hogwarts Mystery - Year 1 / Chapter 2 : Black Meets Blue]

### *Saturday September 1, 1984*

Snape was waiting with all the other teachers in the Great Hall, during the beginning of the Sorting Ceremony. Snape was really not a fan of yet another Lockhart entering the school. Especially not after all the trouble with Gilderoy and Jacob. Apparently, this time it's the younger sister of Jacob, Athena Lockhart.

As the Sorting Hat placed her in Ravenclaw, she's met by stares and murmurings, judging her if she's actually like her brother. Snape didn't know what to think and nonchalantly drank his pumpkin juice as Dumbledore raised and began his welcoming speech.

"Welcome, welcome. Another year of witchcraft and wizardry lies ahead. It's my obligation to inform the new students and remember the old ones that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students."

His glance at the Slytherin table did not go unnoticed, but continued his speech.

"Our world is now at peace now that Lord Voldemort is gone." As several students frown at the sound of the Dark Lord's name, Snape sighed. "The cause of his defeat was young Harry Potter, the son of famous Aurors, James and Lily Potter."

Snape was distressed by those words, all that pain...

"In a few years, young Harry is sure to join us." Dumbledore continued his speech and Snape rolled his eyes. Those few years better come never than late. "Until then, I hope we enjoy ourselves in these times of peace. Now, let's delight ourselves in this incredible feast!"

The feast went as smoothly as the previous years and when all the other students headed to their Common Rooms, the teachers went to their own offices as well. As the following day was a Sunday, students had to explore the school and familiarize with it.

### *Monday September 3, 1984*

[Hogwarts Mystery - Year 1 / Chapter 3: Mushrooms]

Snape looked at the schedule, first-year students from Ravenclaw and Slytherin were at the beginning. Snape grunted as he headed towards the classroom. Once there, an instant silence fell upon it and Snape walked in front of the blackboard, crossing his arms and looking at the students.

"I am Professor Snape. I shall not tolerate stupid spells or pranks in this class. I do not expect you to understand the subtle art of preparing the potions. I hope, nevertheless, that there's at least one of you who will be able to succeed in my class." Some students looked each other, some out of determination and some out of fear. "The potion we will prepare today is a very simple one, so I will not tolerate mistakes. Who is able to tell me the properties of the Boil Cure Potion?"

Snape looked around and a few of them tried to evade his gaze, clearly unprepared. Just one of them, though, raised her hand. It was Athena Lockhart.

Not wanting to let her know that pretty much everyone knew about her already, he asked "Miss?" to which the girl replied with her surname. Snape crossed his arms behind his back and started walking around. "Lockhart. Relative to Jacob Lockhart, I suppose."

The annoying images of Gilderoy's peacock smile and Jacob's babbling about the fabled Cursed Vaults crossed his mind. What will he have to expect from her?

"So young, but already a troublemaker. Am I to expect the same of you, Miss Lockhart?" "No, sir."

Snape kept staring at her, then asked. "Then tell me, Miss Lockhart, is Gilderoy Lockhart also your relative?" "Yes, sir." He could see that the girl was very nervous. "Am I to expect you to be as conceited as him, Miss Lockhart?" "No, sir."

The other students were now looking at her, too. As such, Snape came back to the very first question. "Then tell me, Miss Lockhart, the properties of the Boil Cure Potion."

"The Boil Cure Potion is used to, as its name suggests, cure boils. Even the ones produced by the Pimple Jinx." the girl said. That was right but one question wasn't enough. "Correct. And what's expected if the potion is prepared incorrectly?"

"It has been known to cause even more boils, rather than cure them."

Impressive*.* He had to acknowledge that. He stared briefly into her mind and saw her anxiety of the lesson. Trying to hide a smirk, Snape stared at the other students. "Now, play close attention while I *correctly* teach you how to prepare it."