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The Rainy Quidditch Match

  The second I stepped into Defense Against the Dark Arts, I knew something wasn't right, and I immediately voiced this thought to Airam, who was to my right.

"About what?" she asked.

"I don't know." I scanned the room as we took our seats. "Where's Lupin?"

She looked around. "He's late."

"But he's never late."

"Why are you so worried about our ragged Professor?" Draco asked, sliding into the seat on the other side of me and I narrowed my eyes at him. I opened my mouth to tell him something but Snape suddenly swooped into the room, slamming the door behind him. He took to the front of the room and stared at us all until everyone had sat down. They were all eyeing him in curiosity.

"Er-where's Professor Lupin?" a boy in the front row asked slowly. Snape gave him a look that made the boy shrink down in his seat.

"Your Professor doesn't seem to have-"

The door burst open again and Harry came hurtling into the room. "Sorry, Professor Lupin I-" He skidding to a halt when he spotted Snape.

"You're late, Potter," Snape said coldly. "Ten points from Gryffindor. Sit down."

"Where's Professor Lupin?" Harry asked, not moving from where he stood in the middle of the aisle of rows of desks.

"He's too sick to teach. Sit down," Snape repeated.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Nothing life threatening," Snape muttered bitterly. "Five more points from Gryffindor, and if I have to tell you again it will be fifty."

Snape's black eyes were glinting with loathing as he watched Harry slowly sit down in his seat, next to Hermione and Ron. "Now, as I was saying before Potter rudely interrupted," He glared at him, "Professor Lupin doesn't seem to have left any record of the topics you've covered-"

"Sir," Hermione said, making me look up from my bored stage of carving swirls into the desk with my nail. "We've done Boggarts, Red Caps, Kappas, and Grindylows. We're supposed to start-"

"Be quiet," Snape snarled venomously. "I don't want information. I was just commenting on his lack of organization."

"He's the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had," Lee Jordan said firmly. Several people muttered in agreement while I rolled my eyes. It's not that I didn't like Lupin, it was just he got too much into my business that one time, which annoyed me.

"But sir-" Hermione said, once again snapping me out of my thoughts. "We're not supposed to do Werewolves. We're meant to start Hinkypunks-"

"Ms. Granger," Snape said coldly. "I'm teaching this lesson. Not you. And I say turn to page 394. All of you! Now!"

I lifted my thick book out of my bag along with everyone else and slammed it onto my desk loudly, making my friends jump. We hadn't even studied Werewolves, so I didn't know what Snape was playing at-making us turn all he way to the back of the bloody book.

"Who can tell me how to distinguish between a Werewolf and a true wolf?" Snape asked. No one answered, of course. The only movement in the room was Hermione's hand going up into the air the second the question left the grouchy professors lips. Snape looked right over her. "Anyone?" he asked. After a minute of only Hermione trying to answer, he smirked.

"Are you telling me Professor Lupin hasn't taught you the basis dis-"

"We told you," Padma Patil snapped suddenly. "We haven't gotten as far as Werewolves. We're still-"