Chapter 593 - Tutoring

Later that same week, Rowan is found tutoring in classroom eleven. The classroom had been fitted with worktables, couches, chairs, and more importantly with warm magical like lamps in the corners of the stone chamber excluding warmth and light. The classroom was filled with first years and not just Slytherin's but those belonging to the other three houses as well.

True to her word, Rowan accepted any first year provided they were diligent. In one of the corners of the room, there is a full group table composed of four Hufflepuff's, two Gryffindor girls, and two Slytherin boys. The order is as follows sitting next to their brother are the two dark-haired girls, Martha, and Lucy. Seated at Jeremy's side is his roommate and new best mate a Slytherin pureblood with light-colored sleek hair and square glasses, Frederick Baddock, the future parent or relative of Malcom Baddock.

Sitting right across from Frederick Baddock's side is Gilderoy Lockhart. Dorm roommate and new friend, Lorcan D'Eath is seated next to Lockhart with Lorcan's best friend and childhood playmate, Glenda Chittock seated at his side. And seated next to Glenda is a honey-colored first-year boy with light-colored eyes, and a long nose, Jacob Clayton, a former werewolf.

Jacob Clayton was the third roommate in Lorcan and Lockhart's dorm room. Lockhart like a strange jellyfish had adopted the other boy as the fourth member of their group. Not that Lorcan nor Glenda really minded as Jacob Clayton was a rather nice enough chap. It was Lockhart, who sometimes grated on their nerves and made them want to cover their ears in exasperation!

(Though neither Glenda nor Lorcan had dropped a hint to either of their friends of Lorcan's half-blood condition. And since Lorcan had been raised by his witch human mother, he had never really grown to hate werewolves. He did have some instincts against them like when he had had almost been attacked by the former werewolf A.P.D. officer. Thankfully, it had never occurred again, but the repressed instincts were still there.)

(And as for Jacob Clayton, he had only been a werewolf for over a year, and as such had never met a vampire before nor had gained enough instincts to tell just what Lorcan in fact was. However, there were other transfer students who had yet to act but were starting to suspect due to their instincts that still remained intact.)

After a while, Lockhart sighs loudly in a complaint. "Uh, I hate potions."

Frederick merely arches his brow and says, "Gilderoy, potions is really just about properly following directions."

At his side, his best mate, Jeremy nods his head and matter-of-factly adds, "Exactly. It's all about reading the instructions and seeing them through."

Martha and Lucy do not comment on the subject as they are working on their own Charms assignment. Failing to gain a touch of sympathy from the two Gryffindor girls, Lockhart loudly sighs and turns to look at his best chum and roommate, Lorcan. "You don't like Potions too, right, Lorcan?"

Lorcan makes a wry face and says, "I don't hate it, but I don't love Potions either. I much rather like Charms. But Potions is useful to know because one never knows when we might need the skill in the future."

Lockhart frowns at not getting the intended response and turns to Glenda, who glares prettily at him not to bother her. Lockhart sighs loudly again to suddenly find Prefect Prince standing right behind him. Lockhart lets out an undignified squeak and almost falls out of his chair. Gasping with fright and utter mortification, Lockhart squeaks, "Er, Prefect Prince, what are you doing here?"

Glenda and Fredrick merely stare at Lockhart as though he is an idiot, while Lorcan wordlessly merely shakes his head at him in sympathy. Jeremy's face slightly brightens up at seeing his house female Prefect, Prefect Prince. Though she and her twin brother were a bit cold faced, they were always willing to lend a hand and patiently answer a question, when asked.

"Are you having trouble with a subject, Lockhart?" Rowan asked.

Lockhart flushes bright red and quietly admits, "I'm having trouble with potions."

Rowan nods sagely and says, "I don't know if you know, but I was rather terrible my first year at Potions." Lockhart stares at Rowan in disbelief as do the other first years clearly looked startled. They had all heard the rumors and whispers about how the Prince twins were geniuses.

"I know it's hard to believe, but it's the truth," Rowan confessed. "I had to work twice as hard as my brother, who is a natural genius in the subject, in order to improve. And now I can confidently say I am competent enough in the subject, but that didn't come without a strong effort on my part. Now, if you would explain, what you are having trouble with, I can probably help."

Lockhart happily begins to explain the issue as Rowan attentively listens before explaining what the problem is. By the end of it, Lockhart seemed much more cheerful as he wrapped up his essay for Slughorn's class period. Turning towards the other seven members of the table, she asks, "And what do all of you need help with?"

The fearless younger girl of the two Gryffindors, Lucy raises her hand and says, "Martha and I are a little stuck on our Charms assignment. We're supposed to list all the examples on how to properly hold our wand, but we are missing some."

"Very well then," Rowan muttered, before listing the proper ways in which to hold a wand. The two girls hastily jot down the forms, while Prefect Prince goes through them one by one.

Luckily, the rest of them did not really have any issues with their essays, beyond asking one or two questions. Holding back a sigh, Rowan moved on to another table to aid the other first years with any issues. The rest of the time went quickly by leaving Rowan no time to work on her own assignments.

By the time it was nearly dinnertime most of the first years were gone except for the chatting sight individuals in the corner of the classroom. Clearing her throat, Rowan firmly states, "It's almost time for dinner."

Getting the hint, the eight of them begin to put their things away. Rowan easily clears tables and straightens out chairs with a wave of her wand. Making sure that the eight first years have everything; she finally locks the door behind her.