The Werewolf and The Monster

Chapter 13 - Return 2.0

She groaned and got off her bed. It was now the next week and time for her to return to her all beloved classes. She sluggishly dragged herself into her bathroom and closed the door, locking it with a yawn Before jumping into the bath.

The hot water hitting her body waking her up almost instantly. She didn't spend long in the bath and climbed out once done. The scent of roses from her shampoo and now hair filling the luxurious bathroom. Her bathroom was similar to the prefects bathroom on the fifth floor. A small pool took up most of the room. Honestly she could probably go swimming in the bubbly water. Her feet took her to the mirror that expanded from the ceiling to the warm floor. Her bathroom floor has always been charmed to be warm, despite her body being ice cold to the touch, She actually hates the cold, Which explains why she's almost always seen wearing her cloak.

She dried her hair rather quickly and stylized it, running her fingers through her hair with a sigh as her eyes trailed her body and all the scars that covered it. She's lucky her animal forms covered the scars, Well. Most scars. Her fingers instinctively trailed her scars along her waist and up her chest, Every single one had their own story to tell. Received through winning or loosing a fight. She isn't ashamed to admit she's one of the best Reapers out there; violent, unpredictable, feared yet admired. But at what cost? if any other reaper found her in such a vulnerable state, They'd take the opportunity to rise higher then the cat. She lost all chance of just being genuinely liked by the few reapers out there. All because she was brainwashed to think being the best was all that mattered. 

She shook her head to drag her out her thoughts and threw clothes on, along with her cloak. Albus' words resonating in her head about letting her wear her own cloak instead of the school robes. She was immensely grateful for all that man has done for her, He's spoilt her. She wonders why, Does he know something about Grim Reapers he isn't letting on? Pulling her gloves on and wandering to the door, unlocking it and leaving. Her fringe falling above and hiding her eyes as usual, though it was no secret about her eye colour.

She sighed and grabbed all the books she would need for the day before slipping her shoes on and heading out, through the portrait and waving goodbye to her as per usual before running down to class. Luckily it was transfigurations and McGonagall has sort of turned into a mother figure to her. She slinked in with the last amount of people and found her typical seat occupied, Which pisses her off immensely.

Minerva very quickly picks up the difference of atmosphere and turns to her, following her line of vision to the girl sitting in her usual seat. "Uh, Miss Earle. Please return to your original seat. Miss Pritchard has returned now." 

The seat stealing Slytherin rose to her feet and sneered at the reaper, before huffing and pushing past her. 

"Aw Nah, I'm not having this level of disrespect from a Slytherin." She growled out but Minerva's glare and motion to her seat was more than enough for her to obey and sit down. As much as she wanted to beat that brat until she knew her place on the food-chain, she knew she couldn't do it just yet, especially with Minerva keeping a watchful eye on her.

Slouched back and waited patiently for her class to be over, Minerva going on about different techniques on transforming their selective animal into different objects, Both Pandora and Minerva knew she could do this with a simple click of the fingers. 

She sighs and lowers her head on the desk, messaging her temples before looking back at Minerva. Her lesson passed rather quickly with little incident. The lesson ends after an hour and she rose to her feet. She looked back at that Slytherin and her eyes narrow. Grabbing her equipment and following the rest of the class out into the corridors. 

She walked down to DADA. Having that lesson next, once again with Slytherins. Following the students in, she tugged on her cloak and smiled weakly at Remus. Remus knew about her nightmares and he didn't know how he could help. He wanted to help though.

Her eyes wandered to the closet sitting in the room, Her eyebrows narrowed and she looked at Remus suspiciously. He just gave her a warm and reassuring smile before addressing the class.

"Welcome! Now what do you think is in the closet?" He asked, his hands laced behind his back as he stood in front of the closet. It suddenly shook and everyone apart from Pandora backed up in fear.

"That's a boggart in there that is." Someone said behind her. Pandora just stood there looking at the closet. A Boggart, They aren't common in Deaths Land, but there nonetheless. Grim Reapers and Boggarts don't bother each other, nor do they live in harmony, they just co-exist without crossing paths frequently.

"Miss Pritchard, Do you believe you'll have a boggart?" Remus asked, approaching with a smile.

"I'm not too sure, Boggarts and... my kind. Tend to just co-exist and not bother each other" I explained quietly, He nodded gently.

"Should we open it and find out?" He asked, Pandora smiled and nodded curiously.

"Do you think it might show it's true form because of what I am?" Remus pondered before speaking.

"It very well could be a possibly" He unlocks the door and the thing flies out, a ball of mass examining her to find a fear. But it quickly takes the form of a small hunched over creature stood there, his knee's bent and his hands on the floor, It's completely black with white eyes. The students backed up to the back of the room, Ron, Hermione and Harry stood there in astonishment.

"Is that a true boggart's form?" Hermione squeaked from behind, making sure to keep her distance. Pandora just nodded and looked at the small creature.

"Should we continue with the lesson or question the little shit?" She asked with an amused chuckle, looking at Remus.

"Pandora! Language!" He narrowed his eyes at her, trying to be stern, but his eyes betray him. 

"Apologies."

"Hey uh, Boggart?" The Boggart turned his attention to Remus. Turning back to Pandora.

"Turn and I'll make sure you never see light again" She hissed in her native language, pocketing her hands. The Boggart's eyes widened and nodded frantically. "Glad you understand." 

The whole class spent the hour asking the boggart questions while Pandora kept the boggart under control.