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As everyone sat in the Defense Against the Dark Arts room, they waited for the professor to show up.
I, however, knew he would not be showing up at all. It was a full moon last night, and father wouldn't be in the best condition.
Father was not doing well since he heard that Sirius Black might have broken into Hogwarts. He was so scared that he wanted to ship me off to the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. That school, although well in academics, means I would have to leave my friends.
I already used to move from house to house, never sticking to one area, but I couldn't think about losing the one source of consistency in my life.
If I would have left school, then Harry would be attacked in my absences. I could not have that waved in my conscious.
Luckily after sleeping in the hall that night, he began to calm himself. His mood was waved by the passing days. Instead, he had to worry about the after-effects of the moon.
This full moon had also marked the second month of me waiting for an electrical storm.
I was getting very impatient, but this morning when i was reciting the incantation during sunrise, I felt something. It was like a heartbeat. Not my own but another.
It like I had to heart beating within my chest. I believe that means it was working.
However, what animal would I become?
Before I could think any further, Profesor Snape rushes through the door and begins to flick his wands, and the blinds began to close.
Everyone seemed confused at this action. Looking back and forth, I pretend to be as confused as everyone else.
Harry turned behind me, giving me a particular stare.
I shrugged my shoulders, pretending to fawn ignorance.
Professor Snape then grabbed his hand, pulling the screen down. In a low and somewhat gravely voice, he spoke out and said, "Turn to page 394."
Everyone started to go to the page, afraid of his wrath quickly. I was no exception. I may have the highest grade, but I did not want to get on his bad side either.
It was already bad that he hated me based on my parents.
"Excuse me, sir, but... where's Professor Lupin?" Harry spoke out loud, looking at the Professor.
The professor did not seem please by Harrys' outburst. "That's not really your concern, is
it, Potter?" he said somewhat angrily. "Suffice it to say; your Professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time." He gave a small smirk and for a moment starring at me.
In the name of Merlin, don't call me out like that. Harry looked back at me, but I dared not to make eye contact.
"Page 394," the Professor said again.
Harry, like always, was slacking behind. Sometimes he was so defenseless it was like he wanted to get bullied.
Once again, Professor Snape flicked his wand, making Harry's book turn its pages fast onto the page.
Looking at my own book, my eyes widened.
"Werewolves," Ron said curiously, looking at the book.
I looked up to see the Professor smirking at me. It was like he was trying to call out my father here and now. How petty.
"But, sir, we've only just begun learning about Red Caps and Hinkypunks. We're not meant to
start nocturnal beasts for weeks," Hermoine's voice rang out.
Turning over, I was not surprised to see Hermoine there. It had happened so often that it made no sense as to why she appeared and disappeared without a trace into a room.
Her scent, however, would only show only mere seconds before her.
"Quiet!" The professor's voice rang out. Hermoine, somewhat startled, went in the back of her chair.
Ron, who sat on the left-hand side of Harry, called out to Harry, saying, "When did she come in? Did you see her come in?"
I covered my mouth from slightly laughing. Neville noticed and laughed along with me.
"Hey, you seemed to be looking better Estrelle. I mean, rest wise, it looks like you have gotten more sleep," Neville smiled nervously.
"Thank you, Neville," I smiled back.
"Now. Which of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf," Professor Snape says abruptly.
I halt in my steps, surprised by this.
Had the Professor figured out what I was doing? No, It could not be. I was careful enough not to leave any tracks.
I strained my face, thinking of other thoughts.
No one raised their hands except for Hermoine like always.
Professor Snape looked me straight into the eyes, "No one? How... disappointing."
Hermoine, finally bursting from having not to answer the question, blurted out loud. "Please, sir, an Animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. A werewolf has no choice in the matter. Furthermore, the werewolf actively hunts humans and responds only to the call of its own kind," she says, all in a rush.
Malfoy then howled like a wolf causing Neville beside me to jump up a little.
"You alright," I said, looking at him with concern.
Neville nodded his head, "Just frightened me, that is all."
"Quiet, Malfoy," he said loudly but not as angrily as he usually did.
He always had a soft spot for Draco only because he and Draco's father were best friends in school.
Professor Snape turns his attention back onto Hermoine, " Though one must admit to feeling your pain. That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger." His gaze then turned angrily. "Tell me. Are you incapable of restraining yourself? Or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all?"
Who rammed a broomstick up his arse?
Ron then whispered to Harry, "He's got the point, you know."
I slightly flicked my wand at Ron releasing a small slap to his foot.
"Ow, what was that for Estrellle," Ron said angrily.
I smiled, winking at Hermoine, " Opps, my wand slipped."
Out of nowhere, a piece of paper fellow up into the air and onto Harry's desk.
Luckily the Professor did not know that I had cast this harmless jinx.
"Five points from Gryffindor," he said loudly.
Hermoine sighed, but I could tell she was smiling from my little trick on Ron.
"As an antidote to your ignorance, I prescribe two rolls of parchment on the werewolf by Monday morning, with particular emphasis placed on recognizing it."
Both Harry and I gave each other glances; we had a match later on, and doing this would, of course, affect both our grade and our quidditch match. Upon Harry's face, I noticed that same twinge of mischief he always made.
I glare at him to not speak about it.
"But sir, we have a quidditch match today," Harry said loudly.
Professor Snape slowly started walking towards us.
"I do not see how it is a problem Potter," He then looked down at the paper the Draco had thrown earlier.
"Not exactly Picasso, are you? I hope you demonstrate more talent on the Quidditch pitch. The weekend then you do as an artist."
Then a sudden rumble and swaying of the wind came.
His gaze then went on to me. In his eyes, I could see all sort of things—his haughtiness, his pride, but in the black a tiny dull spark.
The spark was not unknown to me; it was sadness. I had often seen this spark in my father's eyes.
Even the Professor was human at times. However, this twinge of sadness that my father had was always from staring at me. But why is it when the Professor looks at me, he looks just as sad as him?
The Professor looking away, turned his attention back onto Harry. "If not, I fear you'll perish, given the weather forecast. Until that time, however, you'll forgive me if I don't let you off homework. Should you die, I assure you... you need not hand it in."
The class then continued on as scheduled, much to my dismay. However, I did get a few glances from the Professor every time werewolves were mentioned. Did not really help my stress levels.
After the end of class, I began to make my way outside of the classroom. However, I was stopped by the Professor before I could even step out the door.
"Miss Lupin, please stay behind the class," he said in a stern tone.
Harry, Ron, and Hermoine looked at me with a sympathetic look as I slowly made my way to Professor Snape.
"Yes, Professor, you wanted to see me," I said plainly.
He seemed somewhat angry, but I could still see the spark in his eye.
"I noticed that you had pulled off a jinx on Mr. Weasley," He said in a low grumble.
I open my mouth to protest this accusation even though it was true.
"Don't even try to protest it, Ms. Lupin. I saw it with my own eyes, and I am not as old as many people say," he says slightly.
"Haha, you caught me, Professor. You deserve a pat on the back and some well-spent time alone," I slowly begin to walk away.
"Halt your steps Ms. Lupin. I have not given you your punishment yet," he said strictly.
Stopping in my tracks, I curse myself thinking I could get away using cheap tricks like this. Turning around, I gave a wide grin.
"I believe this lecture is punishment enough, Professor. I have received your message loud and clear," I said, giving off a friendly girn.
However, the Professor crossed his hands and glared at me. This caused me to freeze up in place.
"Based on your answer of casting a spell in my classroom, I will decide your punishment," he said calmly.
I had to think carefully about what I was about to say. Taking a deep breath, I sighed.
"Well, although Ron is my friend, it is still not nice for him to make fun of Hermoine based on her intellect. I don't know why but it somehow bothered me. Like I was watching something happen again," I said plainly, my eyes drifting off.
Suddenly I saw a glimpse of memory, not my own but a memory it was.
I could sense my surroundings. It was like a hazy dream.
Looking on top, I could see a tree sway as a bright blue sky filled my vision. The trickling of light went onto my face. My head turning, blocking the face. My emotions were wounded in looking at the person. I felt both warmth and bitterness towards it.
However, I could see their mouth move.
Then I was brought back out of nowhere in front of the Professor.
Looking at him, his face looked neutral. His brows furrowed, but the same hint of sadness filled his eyes.
"I am sorry, Professor, my mind seemed to doze off somewhere," I giggled slightly.
"Two weeks of Detention for putting a student in danger as well as your classmates," The Professor finally spoke up.
My face went blank, almost as if I had misheard what he had just said.
"I am sorry, Professor, you said what," I prayed to Merlin that what I was hearing was wrong.
"You will have two weeks of detention starting this weekend. Of course, I am not heartless, so it will be after the Quidditch game," He gave a small smirk.
He then waved his hand, signaling me to go. "You are dismissed."
What is the Holy Merlin Almighty? Why am I getting detention and for two weeks with Professor Snape?
How can my luck get any worst?