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"I'LL RACE YOU"
Elise is not sure whether she's impressed or fucking scared.
She's impressed because she doesn't think anyone has managed to figure out that animals calm werewolves down, she doesn't think anyone has cared enough. But three thirteen-year-old boys managed to find a way to the transformation easier, to take away the pain and the scars, make it less of a hell because they cared.
She can't believe they're going to become Animagi. It's insanely complicated and super dangerous, they're thirteen and fourteen and most adults can't do it. The fact that they already have a plan and are even considering doing this without any adult help, it's bloody impressive. She can't deny that.
But it's also dangerous. There are so many ways it could go wrong. They could get stuck as animals, they could mess up the potion, they could end up as half-animal, half-human things. Imagine a person with a beak or a tail, but forever.
But more importantly, what type of person is she if she lets them do this for her? What type of person would she be if she betrays Dumbledore's trust after he let her stay here after her becoming a werewolf- something no one else would do- and lets people put their lives in danger so she feels better once every twenty-nine days?
She can't let them do that, she can't be that person but it looks like she will be. James, Sirius, and Peter are doing it whether she wants them to or not, whether and Remus want them to or not because they care. As much as she feels guilty for it, it's a really nice feeling. It's nice to know that people would break the law and put their lives in danger for her because she knows she would do that for them and it's nice to know they feel the same.
It's the first sunny day in what feels like months, it's probably only sixty degrees out but it feels like eighty and everyone is complaining about the heat. Elise has her sleeves rolled up to her elbows and is laying her head on her desk while taking notes. Half the class is making a Potion and the other half is listening to Slughorn's lecture.
She's listening to the lecture, wishing people could turn down the heat on their cauldrons because the room is sweltering. She wipes sweat from her brow, twirling her quill and deciding to draw flowers in the margins instead of taking notes, it's a better way to pass the time than to pay attention to how important temperature in a potion is.
She keeps her eyes train on the clock that seems to move far too slow. It's Friday, bright and sunny, warm outside and it's starting to feel like Spring. She has so many things she'd rather be doing, so many plans with her friends and she has four minutes of class left. She's so excited that everything feels slower and judging by the looks of her classmates, they feel the same.
"Alright, alright," Slughorn grins. "You all are dismissed early, go outside and enjoy this wonderful day."
Everyone cheers, standing up and banging into the desks. Elise puts her notes into her binder, wiping her quill before putting everything into her bag. "Thank Helga, I was about to scream."
