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A GOLDEN curtain was pushed afar from the glass pane windows of Viviana's dormitory. Though a snob, she had to admit her dorm was extravagant and massive. Floors of rich Persian carpets, walls of white marble, and sprinkles of gold everywhere around. There was even already a playroom for Florencia.

Today was September 1st, the day all the students would arrive at school and the Great Feast would occur after the sorting ceremony.

"What do you think of the fit Flora?" Viviana said, strutting and posing like a model. She was wearing clear heels, a purple jumpsuit (showing quite some skin), and purple eyeshadow to go with it.

"You look pretty Mama." Florencia smiled, hugging her Mother's leg.

"Thanks baby. You rock that dress. Girl, where'd you get it?" Viviana asked in an curious tone, picking up Florencia and walking to the Great Hall to find the other professors gathered around. They had about an hour before the students came.

"Ello! Names Rubeus Hagrid, I'm the gamekeeper around here!" Hagrid, a tall man with a large beard smiled.

"I'm Viviana, the new Athrimancy teacher." She said, shaking his hand.

"I would talk Professor, but I've ought to collect the first years." Hagrid insisted, and left.

"I feel so ... calm this year knowing the Weasley twins won't be around the grounds." Flitwick sighed happily. "Lord, the trauma those boys have given me over the years is just —"

"Careful Flitwick, I hear they are buying their second location in Hogsmade. Blimey have those boys made a fortune!" Sprout exclaimed.

"Don't they own that joke shop in Diagon Alley?" Viviana questioned.

"Indeed," McGonagall nodded, "To be fair, they excelled in their classes most of the time. Those Ronald Weasley, Granger, and Potter always seem to be causing trouble —"

Viviana got bored of them chatted, and noticed Florencia had ran off to the man dressed in all black ... it seemed she was pulling on his robes. Oh lord.

"Florencia, baby, leave the ... um ... emo man alone. Okay baby?" Viviana whispered to her daughter.

"Bye emo!" Florencia giggled, running to McGonagall. Leaving the all dressed in black man alone with Viviana.

"So ... what's your name again?" Viviana asked trying to converse.

"Severus Snape, potions Professor." He answered bluntly.

"Oh, how nice." Viviana mumbled. "I'm ..."

"I know who you are, silly girl."

"What kind of music you listen to?"

Snape did not answer.

"I for one like B.I.G and 2pac. And oh damn ... destiny's child and Britney always gets me hyped up!" Viviana laughed.

"I agree with Professor Madrigal. Britney is a bad bitch." Dumbledore shrugged.

Viviana's mouth dropped. "Oh shit ... slay Dumbledore king!"

"The students have arrived and are entering. The first years are waiting for you Minerva. Everyone in their seats!" Hagrid announced.

Viviana's seat was the one right next to Snape. Oh fuck.

"Professor Madrigal, why don't you come and escort the first years with me?" Minerva asked.

"Oh, I would love to!" Viviana claimed, flipping her hair and trotting over to the first years.

McGonagall, Viviana, and the first years stood in silence for a moment.

"So hey ... how y'all doin?" Viviana clapped, smiling awkwardly.

"Don't do that." McGonagall whispered.

"Welcome to Hogwarts,' said Professor McGonagall. 'I am Professor Minerva McGonagall, Headmistress of Hogwarts and transfiguration Professor."

"I'm Professor Viviana! You guys can just call me Viviana, I don't feel like being old this year so ..." McGonagall gave her the death stare.

"Um ... imma stop talking now."

McGonagall continued, "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory and spend free time in your house common room. The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honour. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. The Sorting Ceremony will take now. Follow me and Professor ... Viviana please."

The first years followed Viviana and McGonagall to the front, and Viviana then took her seat and McGonagall called out the first years names to be sorted.

"Does that like ... hurt or something?" Viviana asked Snape in a whisper.

"No. It's hat." Snape snapped. Viviana was a taken back by his rude behavior.

"Okay bitch," Viviana mumbled.

"He just mad he's not getting his raspberry pudding tonight. Don't worry about it." Dumbledore whispered to her. Viviana and him both snorted at this thought, making the students start to whisper about the new teacher.

After the sorting, Dumbledore stood up for his speech.

About five minutes later, Viviana was introduced by Dumbledore and the feast begun.

"Oh my gosh this food is beautiful —" Viviana said as Florencia moved her chair next to hers.

"Made by our house elves of course." Dumbledore smiled nicely. "Don't worry, they all get wages and days off."

"Snape still mad about that pudding isn't he?" Viviana snorted.

Dumbledore and her started to laugh again very loudly.

"You both are professors, act like it! Stop acting like a teenage fools!" Minerva snapped at them both.

"I feel called out, Minnie." Viviana said, pretending to sob.

Minnie rolled her eyes.

Dumbledore then stood up at the end of the feast.

"Now, as everybody in this Hall knows, Lord Voldemort and his followers are once more at large and gaining in strength."

Viviana scratched her neck, feeling uncomfortable.

The silence seemed to tauten and strain as Dumbledore spoke.

"I cannot emphasize strongly enough how dangerous the present situation is, and how much care each of us at Hogwarts must take to ensure that we remain safe. The castle's magical fortifications have been strengthened over the summer, we are protected in new and more powerful ways, but we must still guard scrupulously against carelessness on the part of any student or member of staff. I urge you, therefore, to abide by any security restrictions that your teachers might impose upon you, however irksome you might find them — in particular, the rule that you are not to be out of bed after hours. I implore you, should you notice anything strange or suspicious within or outside the castle, to report it to a member of staff immediately. I trust you to conduct yourselves, always, with the utmost regard for your own and others' safety."

Dumbledore's blue eyes swept over the students before he smiled once more.

"But now, your beds await, as warm and comfortable as you could possibly wish, and I know that your top priority is to be well- rested for your lessons tomorrow. Let us therefore say good night. Pip pip!"

With the usual deafening scraping noise, the benches were moved back and the hundreds of students began to file out of the Great Hall toward their dormitories.

"That was ... interesting." Viviana mumbled to Minnie (who was holding Florencia on her hip) as they walked off to bed. "Um ... where is our dormitory again?"

"In the Gryffindor tower next to mine. Come dearest." Minnie said, grabbing her wrist as she lead them into a red and gold common room filled with students.

"Do you mind if I talk to some of the students? I want to get to know them first." Viviana asked, looking around.

"Of course, I'll put Florencia to bed. Good night Professor Madrigal." McGonagall said, heading to bed.

"Night," Viviana replied then noticed a pale girl with bushy brown hair, around 16, standing next to a tall redhaired boy and girl. All three near a 1st year.

"HOLD IT!" The bushy haired girl yelled at the first year boy, snatching the Fanged Frisbee out of his hand. "According to school rules, this is banned. I'll be keeping this thank you very much."

"Fucking hell Granger ... just let him keep the toy." the pretty redhead said rolling her grey eyes.

Viviana walked over to them.

"How is this shit — I mean toy considered dangerous?" Viviana scoffed.

"Off to bed now George!" The bushy haired girl said to the 1st year.

The redhead boy grabbed the fanged frisbee. "Cool, I've always wanted one of these."

"Oh ... hello Professor Madrigal!" grinned the bushy haired girl.

"Ugh, don't call me that. It's Professor Viviana, honey." Viviana told the girl. "How old are you guys?"

"Sixteen," the redhead girl said with confidence. "You look really hot ... I mean young to be a professor."

"I'm eighteen. I graduated a year early." Viviana said proudly. "What's all of your names?"

"What?!" The bushy haired girl exclaimed. "That's impossible! B...but how can you graduate a year early?! At Hogwarts there are rules that —"

"Blimey Hermione, that might just mean Professor Viviana is more clever than you!" Ron teased. "And I'm Ron Weasley by the way. This is my sister, Marina."

"Love your jumpsuit." Marina gushed.

"Gosh thanks! It's effortless to be honest." Viviana said. "And you make your school uniform look so hot too!"

"I ripped my tights on purpose ... it's such much more aesthetic." Marina shrugged.

"I'm Hermione Granger." said the bushy haired girl. "I believe we have your class tomorrow right?"

"Si! First thing in the morning." Viviana told them. "Anyways, I better vamonos to bed before McGonagall beats my fucking ... I mean fruity butt. Adios!"

"BYE!" Marina said a bit too enthusiastic. "God she's so gorgeous."

"So are you!" Viviana said jokingly.

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SAT AT BREAKFAST the next morning, Viviana, wearing a signature hot pink blazer, found herself feeding Florencia some porridge and pumpkin juice. Today was the first day of school, and Viviana was very excited. After all, once her students met her, they would be less suspicious of her and her background.

"Morning Professor Madrigal, Florencia." Minnie greeted, sitting down beside them and filling her bowl with fruits.

"Morning Minnie." Viviana said with a stuffed mouth, then swallowed her food of embarrassment.

After they ate their breakfast, Viviana walked Florencia down to the hospital wing while looking at her schedule for the day.

"6th year Sytherlins and gryffindors, 7th year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, 3rd year Hufflepuffs and gryffindors ..."

"Can I play with you Mama?" Florencia asked giggling.

"Sorry baby, you can't today. Today you have to play with Madame Pomfrey." Viviana told her.

Florencia sighed. "Okay ... can we play tomorrow?"

Viviana nodded, and kissed her baby girl goodbye for the day.

"I am predicting that you know where your own classroom is, Professor Madrigal." Snape spat at her.

Viviana scoffed. "Obviously."

She turned left to her classroom, but Snape grabbed her arm.

"Your classroom is near Flitwick's, which would be on the right. Turning left leads you to the dungeons, which is my classroom is located." Snape told her with ignorance.

Viviana flushed with embarrassment. "Well ... thanks I guess Snake ... I mean Snape."

"Your welcome." Snape said rolling his black eyes.

Viviana stood in her classroom, which was already decorated with gold and sliver colors by the house elves of course. And then ... the bell rang. Her classroom's seats filled up with 16 years old.

"Alright, settle down everyone. I'm speaking." Viviana said flipping her hair. "Now ... welcome to Athrimancy! This course is issued to be a rather difficult one, but I see it's very popular due to the fact that it is necessary for a lot of the jobs offered. Luckily, this year you have me as your teacher, meaning it's going to be a very interesting year."

"Interesting indeed." Ron mumbled, in awe of Viviana's gorgeousness.

"So, instead of giving you homework on the first day of school. I've decided we can do an activity to get to know each other." Viviana announced, then levitated a paint palette, brushes, and a canvas for each student to have.

"Professor Viviana?" Hermione asked raising her hand. " I didn't see this on the curriculum ..."

"That's because it wasn't Hermione. It's just a fun activity for me to get to know you, that's all."

Hermione, very annoyed and confused by this, just nodded her head.

Viviana cleared her throat. "Now, you all are going to paint your biggest dream, like a goal of desire. Then on the other half of the canvas, paint your worst fear. Understand?"

The students nodded, and started to paint and chatter. Viviana put her mixtape of 'reggae, rap, and Britney' and it started to play 'Hypnotize' by notorious B.I.G. She then walked around the classroom, talking and observing the students.

"What's your name?" Viviana asked a chubby Gryffindor boy, not talking to anyone, with brown hair and a cute smile.

"N..Neville. Neville Longbottom." Neville grinned very kindly. "I like that you made us paint and not give us homework. That ... it was nice. Thank you."

"Trust me, grading homework on the first day is not my type of gazpacho." Viviana told him. "Oh, you have a candy wrapper on your shirt."

Viviana brushed off the candy wrapper, and placed it on his desk.

"Oh ... my mum gave it to me. I like keeping the ones she gives me." Neville said quietly.

"That's sweet Neville." Viviana replied, "Mind if I ask, what exactly are you referring to in your painting?"

"Well ... t..this is me holding plants with my Mum and Dad, and that's my dream. To do something in herbology and ... that's my dream. My fear is ... well ... still Professor Snape to be honest. But don't tell anyone Miss."

Viviana laughed. "Of course I won't! Professor Snape scares the sh - sugar out of me ... Potter, what are you painting?"

"Er, not sure." Harry said, confused.

"Well let me help you —"

"Professor!" shouted a blonde Sytherlin boy, standing near her desk. "I think I need your help."

"Me too!" shouted a blushing Ron, also standing next to the blonde.

"I asked her first, Weasel." the blonde snapped.

"Oi! No name calling Rubio!" snapped Viviana, and walked over to the two boys. "Blondie, what do you need?"

The blonde smirked, and leaned on her desk. "Oh Professor, I do have a name."

"Si? What is your name?" Viviana said, wondering why he was being so weird.

"Draco. Draco Malfoy." Draco said, shaking and kissed Viviana's hand. Ron groaned in disgust.

Viviana removed her hand from his grasp. "Anyways ... Draco, what do you need help with?"

"Well ..." Draco stated enthusiastically, "I'm a bit confused on what type of colors I should use. Big colors ... or small colors. What type of colors do you like, Professor Viviana? Big or small —"

Viviana felt sick. A little boy was flirting with her.

"Draco, sit your blonde ass down in your seat before I place a Forever-Sitting charm on you. Acordado?"

Ron snorted at Draco's flirting attempt as he sat down huffing and puffing very loudly.

"What do you think Professor?" Ron asked, holding a canvas with Ron as the captain of the quidditch team, and with him being eaten by a spider.

"It's ... good."