Daisy | The Marauders Era

Year One: Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them

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    It was only later in the night that Daisy began to get cold feet. She'd never seen a werewolf before, she didn't even know they existed until last year for crying out loud.

    As told in fairytale horror stories, werewolves were beasts. They stalked on helpless children during the night, snatching them out of their beds and dragging them deep into the dark woods before their parents could reach their room in time. What happened after the woods, Daisy didn't want to think about it.

    Wolves were already bad enough, their teeth were sharp and their fur matte and dirty. She didn't like wolves at all, they were nothing like the dogs in her street. Poor Little Red Riding Hoods Grandmother and The Boy Who Cried Wolf hadn't stood a chance against the canine.

    Be the innocent flower but the serpent underneath, classic Macbeth was imprinted on the inside of Daisy's eyelids. She feared she had fallen into some kind of trap that, and that she couldn't trust her Professor anymore. A puppy fooled her into thinking it was friendly, only to take advantage of her nature.

    With the not-yet full moon hanging in the sky, Daisy twisted and turned in her sheets but nothing could shake the worry of whether it was true or not. Whether it was true or not that her Professor, Professor Duras of all people, was a really a werewolf.

    The last time she ventured out on her own, she found a magic mirror that does who knows what at the end of the day, she only had her guesses which weren't very reliable, being muggleborn. Once Bao returns, they'll be going to look for it again immediately.

    If Daisy confided in Lily... that would result in a lecture, a scolding, a letter home to their parents, and probably a chat with Dumbledore. Maybe expulsion.

    But maybe she'd save someone. A casualty becomes a 'when' instead of an 'if' when danger was around.

    In defence against the dark arts, Daisy sat almost frozen staring at Professor Duras. The pink, red, and white scars along the man's arms and face seemed to shine now, like he had been cut up and sewn back together.

    "Miss Evans?" Daisy jerked in her seat. Embarrassingly, her knee loudly, and quite painfully, smacked off the roof of her desk.

    Her Professor was looking down at her with a wide smile, eyes crinkling on the outer corner as if he were edging sixty.

    "Away in a dream are we?" He laughed. "As boring as class may be sometimes, we must pay attention if we're all to pass our exams this year!"

    She couldn't understand. He was so kind and gentle, and sweet and thoughtful towards his students. Someone mean wouldn't hand out lollipops would they?

    Daisy forced an apologetic smile back and shook her head, pouring out worries out through her ears, before sinking deeply in her chair away from the teacher, and mindlessly staring at her open textbook that hadn't yet been touched at.

    The first years hadn't a clue what they were to be tested on at the end of the year, but Professor Duras had been dropping the subtle hints of protection spells throughout the day by emphasising how handy and brilliant they are.

    So for the last ten minutes of class time, Daisy and Heather practiced conjuring protego after aiming tickle spells at one another. This was then followed by the rest of the class after slowly catching on as well.

    Once Daisy and Heather were comfortable enough to protect themselves facing the spell, they decided to test their reflexes and face backwards.

    "Ready?" Heather asked Daisy's back.