The Lost Prophecy | Year One

A Metamorphmagus

Defence Against Dark Arts was the last class for the day, and Phoenix couldn't wait to get out of the class. Quirrell had been droning on and on about how gruesome hags were, and how one could steer away from one by simply identifying their locations. Instead of teaching the class any defensive spells, he went on narrating about the time he had encountered a hag in the forest.

The more Quirrell spoke, the paler he became. He was a stuttering, trembling mess. Phoenix was so annoyed at the man that she wondered what would happen if she raised her hand and asked him to change the subject to a less terrifying beast. Maybe a gnome. Were gnomes even considered as beasts? She wondered when she felt a nudge on her shoulder. Daphne was looking at her with a strange look on her face, "What are you doing?"

Phoenix frowned, "Me?"

"Your hands are engulfed in fire," Daphne hissed, "Put it off before Quirrell sees it, and faints."

"Would that be a bad thing?" Phoenix muttered as she looked down at the purple flames. She took her hands off the desk and muttered a quick spell she had learnt from the old runes book, hoping that it would put out the flames. She sighed in relief, as the flames dimmed down and eventually vanished.

"That's the fifth time today, are you okay?" Blaise whispered in Phoenix's ear, as he leaned over his desk.

"Eighth," Draco corrected, as he stared blankly at the empty blackboard before him. 

"How –" Blaise began but was cut off when a crumpled ball of paper fell on his head. He cursed under his breath and turned around to look at Scarlett who slapped her forehead in annoyance, "Give that to Phoenix!"

Blaise narrowed his eyes at her, "Give what?" he mouthed.

"The paper you idiot!"

Blaise rolled his eyes at her and threw the paper on Phoenix's lap startling her. She turned around ready to smack Blaise's head when she caught Scarlett's eyes, "Read it!" she almost yelled, as she frantically pointed to the paper.

Phoenix was about to read the note when Quirrell called out, "Miss Selwyn! Mr Zabini! Wha- what is going on?"

Scarlett looked like a deer caught in headlights, she didn't expect Quirrell would care about anything that happened in the class unless you were a vampire, but apparently, he did.

She gulped, at the sight of him walking towards their desks. As much as she didn't care about ending up in detention, she was terrified about the thought of him getting hold of the paper. The last thing Scarlett needed was to draw more attention to herself, "Why am I so stupid?" she grumbled, as she cleared her throat.

"It may not- not seem helpful to you now, but- but trust me when I say- you would be sorry for not paying attention in class if- if you ever- ever came across such- bea- beasts, and- and didn't kno- know how to- to defend yourself," he stuttered, but his unwavering gaze made Scarlett very uncomfortable.

"I was paying attention," Scarlett replied in a very low voice, "Professor," she added as he peered at her with suspicion.

"While passing notes?" Quirrell asked, in a surprisingly steady tone. Blaise was about to deny his allegations when Phoenix stopped him, "I'm afraid that's my fault, Professor," she spoke up surprising him.

"Miss White?"

"Yes, Professor. Scarlett was just warning me about the fire, sir."

Quirrell's eyes widened in fear, as he took several steps back knocking books off Dean and Seamus's desk.

"Oh- oh my- fi- fire- fire?" he questioned, looking around frantically. Phoenix nodded, as she slowly lifted her right hand. Purple flames were now dancing around her fingertips, and Phoenix was painfully aware of the entire class staring at her.