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YOU WERE ALL NOW IN DADA, WAITING FOR LUPIN TO STROLL IN LIKE HE USUALLY DOES.
you had felt whole lot more relief now that your secret was out to your group and you were back to your usual self.
the door opens and you perk up, only to be widely disappointed by the appearance of the potions master.
he slammed the door shut, closing each shutter on the window with his wand as he walks passed, making the room darker than ever.
he rolls up to the front, pulling down a robe and a projection screen tumbles down.
"turn to page 394"
you furrow your eyebrows in confusion but do it anyways.
he walks down the aisle, harry looks out at him, "excuse me, sir. where's professor lupin?"
"that's really not your concern, is it, potter?" snape says.
you rub your neck,
i mean, he's our teacher, so..
snape starts to walk again, "suffice it to say your professor finds himself incapable of teaching.. at the present time. turn to page 394"
he turns the projector on in the back before whisking ron's pages to the right one since he was just flipping through them boredly.
ron looks down at the page, "werewolves?" he reads out in confusion.
"but sir, we just started learning about red caps and hinkypunks"
you jump in shock, hermione was now seated at an empty table next to yours and harry's. you had taken a seat next to harry since hermione wasn't there, you look at her,
how is she doing this?
"we're not meant to start nocturnal beasts for weeks"
"quiet" snape says.
"when did she come in? did you see her come in?"
you and harry both shake your heads.
"now, which one of you can tell me the difference between an animagus and a werewolf?"
hermione sticks her hand up.
"no one?" snape faces the front, you shoot him a confused look,
you're not even looking?
"how disappointing" he says simply.
you scoff quietly.
"please, sir" hermione interrupts, "an animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. a werewolf has no choice. with each full moon, when he transforms, he no longer remembers who he is. he'd kill his best friend. furthermore, the werewolf only responds to the call of it's own kind"
draco makes a mocking howling sound.
"thank you, mr. malfoy. that is the second time you've spoken out of turn, miss granger. are you incapable of restraining yourself or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all?"
you kiss your teeth silently.
"he's got a point, you know" ron leans over, you shake your head.
"five points from gryffindor" you roll your eyes as he turns around.
"as an antidote to your ignorance, and on my desk, by monday morning.. two rolls of parchment on the werewolf," everyone groans out, "with the particular emphasis on recognizing it"
"sir, it's quidditch tomorrow" harry says.
snape places his hands on harry's desk, leaning forward, you lean away.
"then i suggest you take extra care, mr. potter. loss of limb will not excuse you. page 394"
you mock him silently, leaning back over.
"the term 'werewolf'.. is a contraction of the anglo-saxon word 'wer'"
you look down at the piece of paper draco had blown over to harry.
"which means 'man' and 'wolf' . werewolf, man wolf"
draco smirks at you both.
"there are several ways to become a werewolf"
harry un-scrunches the paper, it was a moving drawing of harry getting struck by lightning on his broom.
"they include being given the power of shape-shifting.. being bitten by a werewolf.."
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