Sarah sat at dinner, toying with her cottage pie, her magic eye trained on Jasmine. She knew what the Orphanage kids were like when they were faced with magic. She still had the scars.
'Is something wrong Sarah?' asked McGonagall.
'Not Hungry.' admitted Sarah.
'Something is definitely wrong then!' said Neville.
'Oh shut up Neville.' said Sarah, giving him a playful shove. She left the hall and went to her room. The owl flew back in, and Sarah took the letter off it's leg. She read it.

Sarah smiled. Trust her dad to be all secretive, and wanting to see her. When she was in Hogwarts, he always visited her on Hogsmead weekends. She went and asked McGonagall and wrote back. She was a bit flustered. Professor Julian was retiring and Sarah had been asked to take over his duties.
'Until the new Professor arrives.' added McGonagall. Sarah could have sworn she seen a smile on McGonagall's face when she said that.

1 Month Later:
Sarah was wandering the corridors. She sighed and went into the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. But there was someone there with McGonagall. The person turned around.
'Freya!' exclaimed Sarah. 'So this was the surprise Dad told me about.' Freya grinned.
'Good Evening Professor Weasley.' said Freya.
'Good Evening Professor Weasley.' said Sarah and both girls cracked up laughing. 'This is going to be difficult for the students.' Sarah said.
'I know.' giggled Freya. Sarah grinned and went to her room. She wrote a letter.

The Nextday, Sarah was a vision of Green, in her skirt, her top and her rollerblades. She had neon green hair to match.
'I think some of our students may go blind today Sarah.' said Neville as he passed.
'Oh shut up.' said Sarah. She glided down to class and stopped outside. She was a very different kind of teacher, and she made sure that all her student's recognised that.