After the Battle of Hogwarts, I had a change of lifestyle. I wasn't that know it all, snobby chick anymore, I was a totally new person. I told Harry and Ron I was finishing my 7th year. They didn't really care. Harry was working as an Auror and I didn't even know what Ron was doing. It was all different. Strangely different. Fred Weasley was dead, so was Lupin and Tonks. Every day I thought of them, crying about 15 minutes of every hour, summing up to about 360 minutes a day! I couldn't even speak a word about Fred around Ron because he will start crying. I could only talk to Harry about the deaths of Tonks, Lupin, and Fred. After thinking about this for about 15 minutes, I realized I was late for class.
"Oh no!" I said to myself, running down the hall. I ran past Nearly Headless Nick, which I never see around anymore. I finally arrived at Charms Class.
"You are late, Granger," a voice said. I walked in and found my seat. Professor Flitwick wasn't there anymore. It was a new Professor. The new Professor was tall and skinny, with hair longer than Luna's.
"As I was saying before, I have gladly taken Professor Flitwick's place for the last few days of the year. I am Professor Reese," she said, continuing with her lesson.