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Aurora Alison sat by the Whomping Willow, a book in her hand. The sun had long went into rest as the moon came to stay. Her knee-high socks rolled down as her hands took them of slowly. She liked feeling the grass. Barefoot, the girl stood up and took off her robes. Placing it down on the grass so she could lay down without getting her dress dirty.
Usually she would be there every Sunday, but the girl had something to do recently this Sunday, hence why she passed on that one. Today was a Wednesday night. Aurora had grown to hate Wednesdays because she noticed that one of her professors required essays about magical creatures every Wednesday.
This Wednesday, they were to write about werewolves, lycanthropy and the full moon events. Somehow, the topic fueled a fire within the girl. Aurora was basically one of the castle's ghost. No student paid any mind to her, only the prefects which included Remus Lupin and Lily Evans. Besides those two were, Mary Macdonald, who occasionally talked to her when not buried with school requirements.
Aurora's got to admit that she preferred being not seen than be the center of attention, unlike the infamous Marauders of Hogwarts. A group of four boys which consisted; James Potter, the boy whose hair is like bird nest. Sirius Black, the 'lover boy'. Remus Lupin, the nice one. And Peter Pettigrew, the little guy who followed the boys around like a lost puppy. Peter had sometimes sent a smile to Aurora when he notices the girl looking at the group.
She came to think that perhaps the Pettigrew boy was nice. Despite being quiet and not as outgoing as the others in their group. Peter gets excited once talked to. Closing her book, Aurora groaned I'm frustration when she noticed that she had been reading the same sentence for five times now.
The Marauders had no idea that Aurora Alison was laying by the Willow when they had transformed into their respective Animagi forms a few hours ago. To help their friend get through another rough night. James took form of a stag, whilst Sirius took off a dog. Peter then became a rat, all fully turned, the three Animagi looked to their right where their friend Remus, who turned into a werewolf. The boy with a scarred face no longer in vision but a werewolf.
Aurora had already drifted into a half sleep behind the Whomping Willow, her small body hidden by the tree and the grass. Her blonde hair laid messy on the grass as her hand softly lost grasp of the book, The Dark Forces; A Guide to Self-Protection.
Prongs walked to woods, Wormtail sitting on his stag horns, whilst Padfoot playfully barked as his black dog form nudged Moony, the werewolf flashed him his teeth. The four Marauders walked back to the grounds of Hogwarts, careful to go unseen.
Aurora waked up to the same dream — perhaps, a nightmare. She's been dreaming of a werewolf. But every time in her dreams, when she gets closer. The creature will lunge at her. Drops of sweat trickled down her cheeks. The Alison girl brought her back hand to wipe the sweats. Her dress crinkled upon her tossing around.
