The next day, after Sirius Black had been spotted, it felt like any other day but with caution. The first thing we had was Defense Against the Dark Arts. Hermione said she would be attending two classes at the same time with the help of her time turner, so I went there on my own.
I sat down next to Harry for a while, and then to my surprise, Draco sat beside me at the Slytherin table. He wasn't far away, but I pretended I didn't know him.
SLAM! Snape slammed the door, closed every window he passed by with his wand, and pulled down the screen over the blackboard.
"Turn to page 394." As the students eyed Snape with guarded curiosity, Malfoy finished scrawling something on a piece of parchment.
"Excuse me, sir, but... where's Professor Lupin?" Asked Harry.
"That's not really your concern, is it, Potter? Suffice it to say, your Professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time. Page 394."
Snape's slide show began about an ancient woodcut of a Horrific Beast flickering at the front of the room.
Ron frowned down at his book. "Werewolves?"
"But, sir, we've only just begun learning about Red Caps and Hinkypunks. We're not meant to start nocturnal beasts for weeks-" Hermione wondered .
"Quiet!" Snape silenced.
"When did she come in? Did you see her come in?" Ron looked at Harry and I shrugged as if I didn't know.
"Now. Which of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf?"
That was simple since Animaguses and animal shifters were quite similar.
As the class stared mutely at a slide of an attacking werewolf, Hermione waited desperately for someone to respond to Snape's question, but Professor Snape chose me to answer since she was the only person who would know to everything.
"Miss Luminhood," he permitted me to speak.
"An Animagus is similar to an animal shifter. An Animagus is a wizard that chooses to turn into only one animal throughout their life," I answered.
"And the werewolf?" Snape awaited my for my full answer about werewolves, which I had forgotten that was part of the question.
"Well, um..." I hesitated to remember. Hermione, on the other hand, was still raising her hand, but she answered immediately.
"Please, sir, but a werewolf has no choice in the matter. Furthermore, with each full moon, when it transforms, it no longer remembers who it is. It would kill its best friend if they crossed its path." And then I remembered awnsering the rest.
