The Collision Theory | Remus Lupin

09. In The Name of Feminism

I'm not exactly a morning person.
Well, when I that I mean I am not in any way.
Someone's shaking me by my shoulder, demanding me to get up, and before I know it I'm getting dressed for breakfast. I view this process as being like a zombie, only partially aware of my existence but fully aware of a desire to eat (in this case breakfast not brains).

"Charms with the Ravenclaws, who else?" Lily nudges me, forcing me out of my daze.

I squint at my timetable, "Same."

"Oh look!" Alice claps with delight.

"What?" Our vicinity of the table asks collectively.

"There's so much free time!" She grins.

Marlene smirks, "Miss Fortescue, that free time is for studying not snogging your boyfriend's face off."

"He's not my... Oh for God's sake." Alice rolls her eyes, trying to hiding her flushing cheeks.

*

"Right can anyone tell me the the types of combat spells?"

I rest my chin on my hands, resisting the tempting urge to fall asleep.

"Miss Novak? If you would spare us a moment from your slumber and tell us?"

Ah shit.

Okay no I got this.
Combat spells.
Damn.
I make a thinking look, well the best type that makes it look like I was actually paying attention, "Offensive..."

"Go on..." Flitwick narrow his tiny eyes. Okay I must be on the right track.

"Defensive and..."

"Healing." Someone whispers behind me.

"And healing." I smile innocently.

"Very good." Professor beams, "Five points to Gryffindor."

I turn around to see Lupin grinning smugly at me, "You're welcome."

I roll my eyes and turn back around frowning. I know the three types.
Of course I do.
I don't need anyone's help.
Especially not a participant of a group that's bloody blackmailing me. Speaking of which, they haven't asked me to do anything yet, maybe that's why they keep hanging around me. To get me to actually like them-

"Novak!" Flitwick snaps.

I almost fall off of my chair, "Yes sir."

"Did you get enough sleep?"

"Sorry sir." I can feel my cheeks heating up.

"As I was saying," he clears his throat, "I will grade you on your performance today, and see what we need to work on throughout the coming terms."

"Performance?" I ask Emmeline, sitting next to me.

She leans towards me, whispering, "He's gonna get us to duel with a partner to see how we go."

"Nice."

We push the desks back, and stand at the front of the class. Flitwick takes a scroll, "Miss Fortescue and Mr Longbottom first."

Alice and Frank slowly make their way forward. There's a few mutters in the crowd as they bow and start. Everyone knows that Frank has a huge crush on Alice and vice versa, but none of them have admitted.

Alice smirks, "Avis!"

A flock of birds come out of her wastend and heads straight towards Frank's face. He yells, "Protego!"