Today took an unexpected turn. I arrived at “Transfiguration” class (a.k.a. data structures) expecting the usual lecture from our regular professor, who, let’s be honest, has the charisma of a particularly dull history book. But as soon as I walked into the classroom, I noticed something was different. Instead of our usual professor, there was someone new—a woman I’d never seen before.
She introduced herself as Professor Morgan, explaining that our regular professor was out sick for the day. The moment she started talking, the entire class seemed to sit up a little straighter. She had this calm, confident presence that immediately commanded attention, and I couldn’t help but picture her as some kind of visiting witch from another part of the wizarding world, here to share her vast knowledge with us lowly students.
Professor Morgan was strikingly beautiful, with sharp features and piercing eyes that seemed to see right through you. She wasn’t just another stand-in; she brought this energy to the room that made the material—stuff we’ve been struggling to stay awake through for weeks—suddenly seem more engaging. The way she explained things was so clear, almost like she was casting a spell to make the concepts easier to grasp.
As she went through the lecture, I imagined her as a powerful enchantress, sent by the Ministry of Magic to help us in our time of need. Instead of dry code and algorithms, I pictured her teaching us the secrets of transfiguring objects with a mere thought or how to unlock the hidden powers within ancient runes. Every example she gave, every piece of code she wrote on the board, in my mind, was a lesson in the magical arts, something that would one day save us in a duel or help us decode a complex magical artifact.
The class seemed to fly by, which is saying something, considering it’s normally a bit of a slog. By the end, I was almost disappointed that we only had her for the day. As we filed out of the room, I overheard a few people talking about how much better the class was with her teaching. I couldn’t help but agree. There was something about the way she carried herself, a kind of grace and intelligence that made me wish we could keep her around for the rest of the semester.
Tonight, as I’m writing this, I keep thinking about how different the day felt with just that small change. It’s funny how one person can shift the entire mood of a place, even if it’s just for a short while. I don’t know if we’ll ever see Professor Morgan again—she could easily disappear back to whatever magical corner of the world she came from—but I hope we do. Hogwarts could use more professors like her.
Tomorrow, it’s back to the usual grind, but for today, it was nice to feel a little extra magic in the air.
