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( 𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔢 𝔦, 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖎𝖛𝖊 ) — the ways of a werewolf
''Where is Professor Lupin?'' Evangeline inquired, meeting Snape's deep, black eyes.
''He says he is feeling to ill to teach today,'' the man told her with a twisted smile. ''You mustn't worry about such frivolous matters at this stage of your life, Miss Rosier. To your seat, now, please.''
''A professor's health is not particularly improper, Professor,'' she retorted, narrowing her eyes, but nevertheless navigated herself back to the desk at which Apollo sat. Evangeline waited a couple seconds before putting her hand up in the air, patient and innocent, until Snape rolled his eyes and called on her.
''Yes, Miss Rosier?''
''What is the matter with Professor Lupin?''
''Nothing life-threatening,'' he dismissed, clenching his jaw lightly. Evangeline was a star student, and a Slytherin for that matter, but her newfound interest in the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor irked Snape, who had the perfect window into her primped and polished mind. ''As I was saying, Professor Lupin has not left any record of the topics you have covered so far—''
''Please, sir, we've done Boggarts, Dementors, Poltergeists and Manticores,'' Percy informed, ''and we're just about to start—''
''Be quiet,'' Snape snapped coldly, ''I did not ask for information. I was merely commenting on Professor Lupin's lack of organisation. Today we shall discuss werewolves.''
''But, sir,'' Percy began, seemingly unable to restrain himself, ''we're not supposed to do werewolves, it isn't included on the seventh year curriculum—''
''Mr Weasley,'' his voice was deadly calm, ''I was under the impression that I was taking this lesson, not you. And, I am telling you all to turn to page three hundred and ninety-four,'' he glanced around, noting everyone's lack of movement. ''All of you! Now!''
After many bitter sidelong looks and sullen muttering at repeating a third-year topic, the class opened the textbooks that had been handed out strategically. Evangeline smoothed the well-preserved page of her and Apollo's shared book, whilst Oliver Wood, a Gryffindor, stared at his defaced information distastefully.
''Which of you can tell me how we distinguish between the werewolf and the true wolf?''
Everyone sat in motionless silence; everyone except Evangeline, Sylvia, and Penelope.
