CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR ↳ he's harmless- oh no he's not
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⭒☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆⭒ In the past few days, the days had grown exceptionally boring to say the least. Exams were passing by quickly and slowly Lois' stash of Energy Drinks was depleting drastically. Poor Lois had to deal with the stress being held against her which resulted in her owling her mother to send some more energy drinks. Cedric even complained he was going to drop dead which all the pressure that was put on him. To summarise it shortly, they had a lot of exams which were extremely overwhelming. Potions was an atrocity in comparison to her other exams, but at least she managed to actually get the consistency correct. There were plentiful of doubts though, very confusing when you have to make a Confusing Concoction. The major irony in that Nevertheless, Elara hoped she barely passed, potions was definitely not her strongest suit at all. They had also had Astonony and Elara really found it amusing when she managed to find Jupiter's moon that she was named after. Astronomy was probably one of her favourite lessons and so she really hoped she managed to do well. However, her papa's exam was most probably her favourite exam. It captured the bizarre essence he gave them, unique and held how he managed to teach them flawlessly.
Defence against the Dark Arts seemed something else in comparison to all the other exams. How they did their exam was quite amazing. Cleverly, her papa had them wade across a deep paddling pool containing a Grindylow, cross a series of potholes full of Red Caps, squish their way across a patch of marsh while ignoring misleading directions from a Hinkypunk, then climb into an old trunk and battle with a new Boggart. Elara's boggart had strangely changed, no longer stood a daunting wardrobe but instead was replaced with someone screaming extremely loud. It was no secret that Elara absolutely hated when people yelled, directly at her caused her to burst into a fit of uneven breathing. But in a way, it felt better than her previous Boggart. Being afraid of who you are will always be worst than being yelled at, Elara always acknowledged that. So when she casted the Boggart to turn into hectic laughter, it felt different. It felt nicer than witnessing a closet burst out with spontaneous confetti.
The atmosphere felt foreign in comparison to Elara's first encounter with a Boggart. It felt nicer walking out to her papa's beaming face, it felt nicer when she was told she had full marks. Everything felt better than it used to feel.
Watching others do it felt nice as well. Some came out startled, others dignified. As patiently as she could, Elara waited for Hermione to finish her exam. She tapped her foot anxiously on the floor, and the suddenly Hermione came out of the closet, screaming In terror.
"Hermione!" Gasped out Remus, startled at the girl's sudden terror. "What's the matter?"
"P-P-Professor McGonagall!" Hermione cried out. "Sh-she said I'd failed everything!"Elara immediately went to grab onto Hermione, giving the girl a warm hug in the hopes she'd feel better. Elara connoted that her fear came from disappointing the people she admired a lot. Elara knew very well how much respect Hermione had for Professor McGonagall. It must have been awful when you failed the one person you admired very much. Elara felt awful for Hermione when Ron found himself giddy, poking fun at her Boggart. But the bushy haired witch said nothing about it so Elara didn't either.
