Wolves in Hogwarts

Goblet of Fire

The day carried on as followed, classes, learning and the Hogwarts experience all around them. Everyone bustled to their classes and the majority of the school was quite excited for later tonight. Scott was not however, he felt butterflies in his stomach with his upcoming detention.

Allison came up to him for their first class together looping through his arm to guide him to defense against the dark arts even though he already knew the way to get there. Scott was thankful for the support. 

Outside the classroom however their were three students walking out of the class and Scott was able to point out that the boy in the middle was the famous Harry Potter with the scar in the middle of his forehead. Scott was able to pick up on what they were saying. 

"The way he talks you'd think we were all going to be attacked any second," Harry Potter was the one to say this but his friends agreed with him. They were all in some way limping out of the classroom. Allison saw too and was speechless. What things were they doing in there? 

The two settled in their seats along with everyone else. Mad-Eye Moody looked at Scott wonderingly and started class.   

"Professor," Dennis had raised his hand, Mad-Eye Moody nodded gruffly to it, "what were the fourth years doing in here, they all are limping." Scott had wondered this as well. 

"Fighting off the imperio curse," everyone in the room was a bit shocked and confused, why would he do that. 

"Are we doing that too Professor?" Dennis asked this much scared then before. Mad-Eye cackled hysterically making people squirm around, uncomfortably. 

"No, you all are first years, you'd all lose spectacularly," the quiet hit and Moody took a swig of his drink. 

"Today it's textbook so open it up to page 30," Scott felt more relaxed as he got on to the task of reading. Allison nudge Scott though getting his attention. 

"He's looking at you," Scott then looked and what Allison said was true. He was being watch by Moody. 

Another day another day of potions with 'the' Lydia Martin. In the beginning when she walked into the room many people stared at her assuming that there was another Weasley running around but with her own confidence and wit people could point out that she in fact was not. 

Although today when Stiles was sitting in his usual seating he saw Jackson and Lydia on the other side of the room. However, they were not civil at all with each other and Stiles could hear snippets of what was going on over there. 

"He's not a bad guy, he's just a little awkward sometimes," it was Lydia seemingly pleading with Jackson about some strange topic. 

"Well I still don't like him and I don't have to like him," Jackson retorts this and with help of Jackson's glare Stiles realizes that they're talking about him. 

"At least he treats me with respect unlike you, you caitiff!" Lydia walked away and left Jackson confused with her choice of vocabulary. Lydia walked up to Stiles in the most dignified way, straightened her skirt and sat down. Stiles felt quite smug and smiled to Jackson who rolled his eyes. 

Defense against the dark arts was over and Scott - as well as everyone else - was prepared to leave when Moody beckoned Scott to join him. Scott responded obeying Moody. 

"Boy, don't feel alarmed but I have heard rumors from the teacher that you," Mad-Eye took a breath as if to concentrate on it's pronunciation,  "are a lycanthropy - a werewolf."  Scott was in a bit of shock either that he would know this or that teachers were spreading rumors about him. Scott felt the same way about each, shocked. 

"Yeah it was in the woods," Scott felt a little frightened to tell Moody about what happened since Scott himself was still processing everything and Scott definitely learned never to go into the woods ever again. 

"Interesting, I think you should be trained about how to use being a werewolf to your strengths." Scott felt very confused and a bit concerned about what was going on through Mad Eye's head. 

"Well I have to go to class," Scott ended up rushing to say to in some way escape this guy. Moody saw the amount of people heading into his class and he let Scott go and Scott ran to get to his next class on time with Stiles. 

Classes had ended and it was the dinner everyone was excited to see. Scott would have been too if not for the dread that came after. Had the twins been right? Scott wasn't ready, he didn't think he'd ever be ready to deal with Flitch and his nasty cat. 

Although there wasn't time to ponder the school's were on their way and Scott could feel the bubbling excitement from everyone. So he stood and watched with the others the schools that flew in. 

The first crowd of people was from Durmstrang, men and women walking in in a strict demeanor. The second crowd was from Beauxbatons filled with people that could make you swoon. Scott felt Allison shaking on Scott's robes. 

"Scott look!" Scott looked towards the group of Durmstrang people but didn't know what Allison was getting at. 

"It's Victor Krum," she explained and Scott smiled. The famous Quiddich seeker, he was in the same room as this famous person. 

Maybe his day wasn't so bad after all.