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028: Long Gone

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The only one with anything bad to say about Professor Lupin was Malfoy - everyone else actually quite liked him. 

Lupin taught them all about Red Caps and Grindylows, which they all found incredibly interesting. The homework was even almost enjoyable, and almost everyone was talking about what they were learning and actually retaining it.

Potions got worse, with Snape giving Marilyn and Riddle detention almost every class for doing nothing wrong - just so that they'd have to sit in the detention room in the dungeons every Friday for three hours, writing lines. Snape didn't even look at them - Marilyn wrote 'Bookmarks' over and over and over and over and over on one of them and never got told off. Spending hours with Riddle every week was exhausting in itself - there was a very thick air to the detention room every week, as if it was very obvious they were ignoring each other. 

Divination was very interesting to Marilyn, as she found it very fascinating and liked the Professor. Harry also wasn't getting death threats, and if he was, he didn't mind much. Lavender Brown and her best friend Parvati Patil had begun spending their lunch breaks in the classroom, and would pretend they knew more than everyone else when they returned. 

Though, Care of Magical Creatures wasn't quite as enjoyable as it was the first lesson. They were now studying Flobberworms every class, as Hagrid seemed to have lost his confidence. Flobberworms were exactly what they sounded like. Fat, ringed worms that grew about ten inches, and had mouths on both sides. Marilyn tried to enjoy the lessons, but bugs often made her feel like there were bugs under her skin, so she struggled. She noticed that Enzo Berkshire had begun practically baby-sitting Draco Malfoy every lesson, stopping him from annoying the worms or killing them, which she appreciated, though she didn't say that to him. 

Though, as October started, and Fred and George started appearing in random places yelling that they could 'smell October' because they realized it annoyed her, Marilyn had something else to at to her plate: Quidditch. On the first Thursday of the month, Oliver Wood, the team Captain and keeper, called a meeting that afternoon to discuss tactics.

"Alright, team," He said, to the players. The seven players were Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, and Harry, who were Chasers, Oliver, who was the Keeper, Fred and George, who were the Beaters, and Marilyn, who was the Seeker. "This is it. Our last chance- my last chance- to win the Quidditch cup. I'll be leaving at the end of this year. I'll never have another shot at it."

He was pacing back and forward in front of them.

 "Gryffindor haven't won in seven years, now," He continued. "We all know how bad our lucks been. But, we've got the best ruddy team in the whole school!" He had a terrifying glint in his eye. "We've got three superb Chasers!" He pointed to Angelina, Katie and Harry. "Two unbeatable Beaters!"

"Oh, stop it, Oliver, you're embarrassing us," Fred and George said in sync, pretending to blush.

"And a Seeker who has never lost us a match!" He grinned, then added, "And me."

"Oh, you're great, too, Oliver," George said.

"Yeah, cracking Keeper," Fred added.

"Definitely the best in the school," Marilyn scratched her nose.

"The point is," He continued pacing. "We should have had the Cup the past two years. Ever since Marilyn and Harry got on the team, I've thought we've had the thing in the bag. But this year, we're gonna get it. It's our last shot. Our last shot to see our names on the thing . . . "

Even Fred and George seemed to feel bad for him.

"We'll get it, Oliver," Marilyn said.

"Yeah, this years our year," George added.