Harry, Hermione and Ron warily entered the DADA room together. Seeing the Ice Fairy's...unique entrance, as well as her loud introduction, they had the right to be cautious, if this "Cirno" could easily freeze three House-Elves. While most of the wizarding world thought of them as no more than slaves, any wizard or witch had to admit that House-Elves had powerful magic.
One of the first things they saw was the Ice Fairy idly tracing some strange pattern on her desk with ice. changing their gaze to the blackboard behind Cirno, they saw a simple message saying "take your seats." After Hermione whispered in the other two's ears about the "drawing" looking like some sort of rune, they sat down in three seats close to each other. They simply watched as the Ice Fairy ignored them, continuing to focus on drawing that rune of hers.
As the clock ticked 10:00, Cirno immediately sat up, forgetting the rune. She took a deep breath. "Alright, people! This is your first class of Defense Against the Dark Arts!" While certainly quieter than when she introduced herself a few days ago, the fairy was still just as boisterous. She grinned. "Now, for my first instructions..." most of the students, focused on her, ignored Delores Umbridge entering. Unaffected, Cirno continued. "take out your books." There was a rustling of paper. "Who has not read the book? Raise your hand." At this many of the students looked nervous and a few tenatively raised their hands. Cirno's eyes narrowed. "I said, raise. your. hand!," punctuating her statement by slamming her tiny hands down on her desk, instantly covering it with a sheet of ice. At this, nearly 90% of the hands in the class went up.
Cirno grinned. "That's better." The Trio, along with everyone else, cast looks at each other. Even Umbridge looked surprised. "The book is useless.? Jaws dropped. "But since your stupid ministry said they wanted this book, ya had to buy it." Umbridge looked incensed at this. "We're learning this MY way. Forget your stupid books. I'm a genius, and that's all you'll ever need!"
"Hem hem." A faint coughing noise cut her off. Cirno's hand immediately flashed out toward the girl faster than anyone could react, a blue ball of solid ice hovering a scant few inches from it. Slowly, seeing who it was, Cirno lowered her hand.
"Yes?" she asked, for lack of a better word, icily, a glare on her face. At this, Umbridge nervously swallowed. "What is so incredibly important that you had to interrupt my first lesson? Despite the professor being an ICE Fairy, the ministry worker was sweating
"T-" Umbridge coughed again, this time out of nervousness. "That book was mandated by the ministry. You can't just--"
This time it was Cirno who cut her off. "Just 'cause they have to buy it doesn't mean that I have to teach what's in it." She waved an arm. Now, If we are done... a fog slowly rolled off her, the room beginning to chill. As Umbridge opened her mouth to speak again, Cirno continued. You know, my hobby is testing cyro-freezing. You wanna know how I do that?" Umbridge didn't speak. "I freeze them into blocks of ice." The Ice Fairy put on a bright grin, but somehow seemed...dangerous. "Only one in six frogs EVER shatter anymore!
Seeing a chance to stick it to the Ministry, Harry Potter spoke up. "You know, you look kind of like a toad..." Catching Cirno's eye, he saw Professor Cirno's eyes light up. There were a few snickers around the classroom at this.
"Er..." Umbridge saw that she had lost control of the situation...if she had ever had it in the first place. Still, she had to save face. "I guarantee you, the Ministry of Magic will hear about this!" she said loudly. Spinning around, she imperiously opened the classroom door and began to walk out.
"Bring 'em on!" Cirno called challengingly, her voice back to it's original loud level. "I'll cyro-freeze them with some english beef!" At the instinctual shiver, Cirno grinned wider, even as the door slammed shut behind Umbridge. At this, several voices began to speak, some in awe, others in distaste. "Shut it!" Her grin never wavered. "Now, before our rude interruption...