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NOVEMBER 12th 1975
SITTING in front of the fire, Cat slammed her forehead down onto her books in frustration. Her, James, Remus, Sirius and Peter, were studying, Rachel was taking a nap and Lily had her prefect duties. No one knew where Marlene had been. Catriona was working on her Care of Magical Creatures work, getting frustrated while trying to figure out how to take care of skrewts. "Remus," Cat said, head still on her books. "How are you so good at Care of Magical Creatures? I can never remember anything Professor Leron says." Cat finally lifted her head up to look at the others.
"It's because he is a magical creature," Sirius said, not missing a beat.
Remus laughed and shook his head, "Good memory I guess." Cat returned to laying her head down and closing her eyes.
As she was about to fall asleep Sirius yelled, "Shit, Wormtail, what did you do that for?"
Cat looked up and saw Sirius taking off his shirt, which was in flames. Spred across his ribs, was a large, yellowing bruise. "What is that?"
"This? It's nothing" he said.
"It doesn't look like nothing," Cat said, standing up to look at it.
"I'm fine, see," he said, poking the bruise. "Doesn't even hurt anymore."
"That doesn't mean it's healed," she said. Cat pointed her wand at the bruise, said an incantation, and the bruise was gone.
"What was that?" Remus asked, looking amazed.
"A healing spell."
"Where'd you learn it?" James asked.
"Madam Pomfrey has been teaching me and a few other people how to become Healer's," Cat explained. "I'm thinking about becoming one after we graduate."
"That'll be good," Sirius said. "You know with all the mysterious attackings." Cat took a deep breath at the mention of the attacks. There were people learning and practicing the dark arts, presumably under one 'Dark Lord'. There have been many attacks on innocent muggle family's around London within the past six months. The first Cat ever heard of them, her mother had to rush to the ministry during summer.
"What are you thinking about doing?" she asked the boys, trying to get her mind off of the so called war.
She was set right back onto the topic when James said, "I plan on fighting in the war."
