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𝕴 cursed internally, rushing through the empty hallways of the castle, practically running towards the transfiguration classroom, knowing I was already twenty minutes late, meaning I had to face Mcgonagall's wrath

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𝕴 cursed internally, rushing through the empty hallways of the castle, practically running towards the transfiguration classroom, knowing I was already twenty minutes late, meaning I had to face Mcgonagall's wrath.

The number of times I nearly tripped over my own feet or skidded in my converse on the way was fairly ridiculous. That was just me though, clumsy Willow. I'm just glad no one else is around to see this....the usual calm hufflepuff veela of Hogwarts, now swearing, running and frazzled as she tries to get to class. I probably look like i've been snogging someone passionately for half an hour, a funny thought as Remus is already in class and well I don't think anyone else could meet his snogging standards. He's good.

All I'm trying to work out, is how i'm going to excuse myself for why exactly i'm late. I don't really fancy lying to a professor, least of all, Mcgonagall. The real reason, I doubt she would like personally, it's a bit pathetic despite the truthfulness.

Remus pursed his lips, glancing to the clock on the wall of the classroom nervously and to the empty seat besides him, moments away from leaving the lesson to go and find his Hufflepuff. She's hardly ever late anywhere so he's a little uneasy to say the least. After sharing a glance with her concerned best friend a few desks away, he's about to stand up, only for the door to be opened and fumbling footsteps invading everyone's hearing.

He sighs in relief, relaxing his shoulders when he realises it was her, though biting back a laugh from her appearance. She's panting heavily, her yellow and black striped tie hung around her neck undone, pearly hair in a messy low ponytail with stray strands falling all over the place. She's still gorgeous though, always gorgeous. She ignores the eyes of the entire classroom on her, dropping her bag carefully on the floor in the doorway and proceeding to lie down dramatically, staring up at the ceiling with a heaved sigh.

He flickers his eyes to her bag, noticing something wriggling around inside, his teeth tugging at his lip, scrambling out of his chair, rushing to take her bag and hide it underneath their desk, earning confused looks from the students from their odd behaviour. He coughs, running a hand through his sandy locks, waiting for someone else to speak first.

"Miss Bellamy?" Mcgonagall piped up from the front of the classroom, a hum leaving my lips, sitting up from my laying position, sending a meaningful glance to Remus before meeting the professor's gaze at the front of the classroom, a smile twitching at my lips,

"MG, you're looking ever so darling this morning" I greeted, blowing a strand of hair out of my face, James and Sirius trying not to crack up in their chairs when she merely raised her eyebrow, retorting,

"I could so the same for you...most days. Is there a reason for your....theatrics and lateness?"

"You're meaning to say I don't look good today? You wound me so deeply" I replied tearfully, placing a hand over my heart, snorts filling the classroom from numerous students, Marlene piping up and blowing me a kiss,

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