Anna was terrified for Ron. Last night she had to notify Molly that the car hadn't been stolen, that Ron took it. She had sent Avalon to the Weasley's and she knew what was coming and poor Ron didn't even have a clue. She sat at the teachers table next to Snape and, unfortunately, Lockhart. It had been the only seat left. Gilderoy was in the middle of telling her about one of his "adventures", but she was focused on the Gryffindor table. James had gotten howlers before. She winced at the memory. Mrs. Potter was nice, but she had a very loud, sharp voice. She saw the Weasley owl, Errol, swoop down and land in front of Ron. She saw Ron's eyes widen in horror when he saw it. She hoped he'd know better than to not open it though. James had tried that with his third howler (he got a lot of howlers) and it wasn't pretty.

Finally, with a gulp, Ron tore open the howler and Molly's terrifying voice rose above all over the noise. Anna winced and clutched her sensitive fox ears. She'd forgotten how loud and terrifying little Molly could be. Just another reason you should never underestimate a redhead. She sighed in relief when it was over and rubbed her temples, looking at Ron sympathetically. That will definitely haunt him for the next week or two. The Slitherins will tease for this for as long as possible, especially Draco Malfoy. When the young doucheb- I mean student's name came into Anna's mind, she was suddenly reminded that she had a score to settle. Anna pretended to be slightly upset. Instantly Severus noticed and although concerns entered his eyes, he tried not to make it to obvious so he wouldn't hurt his reputation among the students. "What's wrong?" He asked.

She looked down as if wondering whether or not it was a good idea to tell him, "Over the weekend, at Diagon Alley, something or I guess I should say someone bothered me." Severus scowled, "Was it that blasted Lockhart? If he's done something-" She quickly interrupted him, "No! No! It wasn't Lockhart. It was Draco Malfoy." Severus raised his eyebrows in shock, " But Draco is-" "A bully." Said Anna, "A bully who goes after muggleborns and Gryffindors. Which I am both of. He didn't know I was a teacher. He called me a mudblood." Anna watched as Severus's protective side came out in full force. He hated that word.

His jaw clenched, "Did he now?" She nodded, "Yeah and he said I couldn't punish him." Severus shook his head, "No you can, but you have to have the head of his house do the punishing and I would be happy to oblige." She smiled, "Thanks Sev!" He smirked evilly, "Trust me, it's no trouble." Finally, it was time for class to start. This period, she offered to help Professor Sprout with the mandrakes and the second years. Anna may or may not have done this so she could see Harry more often. She also wanted to find more ways to stay out of Gilderoy's class, but she was mainly Lockhart's assistant teacher.

When she got to the green house, she found Harry, Hermione, and Ron were the first ones their. Unfortunately, Lockhart was also there, attempting to instruct the professor on the proper way to nurse a Whomping Willow back to health. She cleared her throat and instantly Lockhart's attention shifted, "Why, hello professor! You look absolutely stunning today." She opened her mouth to speak, but he held his hand up, "No, no. You don't have to tell me how great I look! I know it must be hard for you to form words when around someone this attractive, but you must hold back. I know you have the urge to throw yourself into my arms, but this isn't the time or place. But....between classes or any other time isn't out of the question. I would very much enjoy getting to know you better." He flashed her a blinding smile and she rolled her eyes in absolute disgust before stomping to the back of the green house to fetch the noise canceling earmuffs for the lesson.

Meanwhile Harry glared at the pretentious DA teacher that stood before him. How dare he treat his favorite aunt like that. It was bad enough he was flirting shamelessly with a married woman, but she was also his co-worker and she was clearly very uncomfortable. Lockhart's eyes landed on Harry and they lit up, obviously not registering the very clear glare Harry had been sending his way, "Harry! I've been wanting a word. Do your mind if Harry is a couple minutes late professor?" Not bothering to wait for an answer or ask Harry if he minded, he ushered him out of the room.

Anna bowed her head from wear she was passing out the earmuffs and silently wished him good luck.

Luckily, Harry made it back in the room in time for him to hear all the instructions he needed for the lesson, but he didn't seem any happier with Gilderoy. He seemed annoyed angry and confused. While Anna did notice, she was more focused on thinking of ways to get revenge on Draco Malfoy. Hey, she may be a teacher, but she was still a marauder and she could hold a grudge. She wasn't going to let that lame, whiny, rich, pureblood, Slytherin boy bully her nephew without a few consequences.

She was snapped back into reality when he heard Justin Finch-Fletchley talking about how "great" Lockhart was, with her nephew. But that wasn't what had caught her attention. He was talking about one of Gilderoy's adventures, one about a werewolf, "-I'd have died of fear if I had been caught in a telephone booth with a werewolf..." She didn't bother listening to the rest of the boys jibber-jabber. Her blood boiled. She was a VERY strong supporter of werewolf rights. She'd even manage to get them more freedom with the ministry through protest, campaigns, and research. One of her biggest pet-peeves was when werewolf were referred to as if they were just another monster or creature, a common beast, when in reality they were people that need help to get through a terrible and uncontrollable condition. Some couldn't afford wolfsbane because people won't give them jobs and they are constantly criticized.

Anna actually found Remus' werewolf self quite sweet when she was in her animagus form. His wolf part seemed to associate her as a part of his pack, his mate. Sometimes she would even be able to be with him while she was in human form, because their bond was so strong. She didn't just accept his condition, she thought it was fascinating and beautiful at times. Her anger and annoyance was quickly replaced with worry and longing. How would Moony (Remus' werewolf name and marauder nickname) take being all alone? How would Remus? She remembered what Remus used to tell her about how bad Moony used to react to being all alone. How he would howl and screech and bark and slam himself into the walls of whatever kept him separated from the outside and he would do so because wolves aren't meant to be alone. They were like dogs. They needed a pack or a companion. She shook those thoughts away and decided to give Remus a call on the witch's glass sometime. She needed to focus on her job. She wandered over to a Hufflepuff girl and showed her the right way to hold her mandrake.