Smudged Mascara // Hermione Granger

Hospital visits

A loud snapping sound fills the dead quiet room as Snape pulls down a screen over the blackboard turning to look over the sea of students, each of their faces melancholy as they stare at the Professor in front of them. "Turn to page 394," Snape called out, listening to the sounds of students trying to find the page he was on about. As the student's eye Snape with guarded curiosity, Malfoy finishes scrawling something on a bit of parchment and balls it up with his pale hands. As the boy opens back up his hands, a moth flutters from his palms. 

"Excuse me sir but where's Professor Lupin" Harry questions, getting a few looks from people as he says what they had been questioning. "That's not your concern, is it, Potter? Suffice it to say, that your Professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time. Page 394." Snape snaps back, waving the moth away whilst he blows out a candle as the slide show begins. An ancient woodcut of a horrific beast flickers at the front of the room. Ron frowns down at his book, his eyes flickering between the screen and his book. 

"Werewolves?" He questions himself, something is wrong with the lesson.  "But, sir, we've only just begun learning about Red Caps and Hinkypunks. We're not meant to start nocturnal beasts for weeks" Hermione says, causing a murmur of agreement to spread around the room. "Quiet!" Snape shouts, making the room so quiet you could hear a pin drop. 

"When did she come in? Did you see her come in?" Ron whispers to Harry, extremely confused about the girl who seemingly just appeared in the classroom. "Now. Which of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf?" Snape asks, his eyes angrily scanning the classroom. As the class stared mutely at a slide of an attacking werewolf, Hermione was waiting desperately, moving around in her seat as she tried to prevent herself from calling out. 

Draco's moth flutters by Harry, causing him to pin it to his desk. A tiny cloud of moth dust mushrooms floats into the air as Harry lifts his palm, Malfoy's parchment reappearing. "No one? How disappointing" Snape addressed, watching as Hermione struggled in her seat. "Please, sir, an Animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. A werewolf has no choice in the matter. Furthermore, the werewolf actively hunts humans and responds only to the call of its kind -" Hermione starts, calling out but is quickly cut off as Malfoy lets out a low howl which echoes over the classroom. 

"Quiet, Malfoy!" Snape shouts, death glaring at the blonde boy as he quickly shut up, mumbling an apology. "Though one must admit to feeling your pain. That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger. Tell me. Are you incapable of restraining yourself? Or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all?" The look on Hermione's face would have broken Hailey's heart. A mixture of upset and anger plastered over her pale skin.

"He's got a point, you know" Ron whispers to Harry as the dark-haired boy stares at the parchment in front of him. Draco had drawn a crude caricature of Harry in his Quidditch clothes, being struck by lightning over and over again. "Five points from Gryffindor" Snape calls out before, looking over the class "As an antidote to your ignorance, I prescribe two rolls of parchment on the werewolf by Monday morning, with particular emphasis placed on recognizing it." Making groans fill the room as students death glare, Hermione, who just simply sinks into her chair. 

"Passing notes, Potter?" Snape snaps, standing in front of Harry's desk. Snape snatches the drawing from Harry's nose, eyeing it. "Not exactly Picasso are you? I hope you demonstrate more talent on the Quidditch pitch this weekend than you do as an artist." The little group of Slytherins around Draco Malfoy let out a small giggle at Snape's sentence. 

"If not, I fear you'll perish, given the weather forecast. Until that time, however, you'll forgive me if I don't let you off homework. Should you die, I assure you... you need not hand it in." Snape says, turning away. Malfoy sniggers with Crabbe, Goyle and Pike. Harry glances down at the drawing once more, Listening to the sounds of thunder rumbling outside, a stitch of lightning following suit.