Victorie finds herself friendless, but the new and popular student decides to help her improve her social status.
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Whenever Teddy used to visit the Weasley's he would listen to Victorie's midnight chats with her cousin from the room next door, an...
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Victorie had almost reached the transfiguration classroom. Her books and notebooks were stacked and floating next to her as she walked, too heavy and too many of them to carry. She walked with a pace. Not that she was late, just... she liked to be early.
And she would have been early, had some third year not stopped her on the way to take the liberty of using her as an owl.
It had been quite the embarrassing ordeal. A highly sensitive letter was to be delivered to Teddy, and the third year didn't feel up to the task, given the sensitive nature of its contents. Victorie didn't have any doubts that it was sensitive. She trusted the third year's deduction.
Also she'd read through it herself (once the third year was out of sight, naturally).
She was planning to hand the letter to Teddy before class started, but once she got to the classroom he wasn't there. All the other students were seated. She scanned the crowd once more, but her eyes landed on Professor McGonagall instead.
She was standing at the top of the classroom, next to a table of about a dozen miniature jack o' lanterns and was giving her a stern glance. Something about the scene made Victorie think it best to take a seat as quickly as she could, so she sat down next to Ella, a ravenclaw, whom she figured would hold her down the least in the class if it came to having to collaborate.
"I hope you have all refreshed your knowledge of Gamp's Law for this class. Can anyone tell me about it?" McGonagall asked. She looked out at the students from her podium at the front of the class, yet her eyes never once fell on Victorie.
When no one raised their hand, Victorie said dully, "It's an inconclusive theory."
"It's a law." McGonagall interjected. "The law that dictates what transfiguration can and cannot do."
Victorie sat up straighter, arms crossed. "And each rule of it has been disproven to different extents time and time again — It's out-dated." Some of the other students groaned at Victorie's statement.
McGonagall left her podium and ferociously stepped closer to the bench where Victorie was sitting. "Yet it's still on the curriculum." She fired.
The tension broke when the door opened and Teddy entered, making them all look up in surprise. He trudged across the classroom, looking tired. When he passed McGonagall he smiled at her, causing a few students to give him wide-eyed looks. Victorie couldn't help a faint smile herself as she leaned back in her chair, arms still crossed. The boy went to slouch down next to Jamie at the desk in front of Victorie.
"Was there something you'd rather be doing than attend my class, Mr. Lupin?" McGonagall asked. She retrieved her wand and began floating the jack o' lanterns one by one to land in front of each student methodically.
"I was just really tired this morning, Professor McGonagall." Teddy reasoned.
McGonagall raised her eyebrows, and Victorie's smile grew wider. "So by your philosophy, sleep was more important than your education?"
