Ethereal [George Weasley]

𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚 - 𝙬𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨

Wanting to focus on my studies to take my mind off of everything, I decided to go to the library to catch up on the DADA work I had missed out on due to all of the cover lessons. Since it was Saturday, I got up bright and early before all my friends and quickly left a note on my bed. I noticed that Harley decided against her early Quidditch Practice and instead wanted to sleep in. I didn't blame her - she had been practicing an awful lot since the loss before Christmas.

I got dressed in a comfy brown jumper and embroidered jeans, grabbed all of my textbooks, and headed down to the library. Luckily, it was open.

I marched over to my favourite table in the corner, opened up my textbook and was finally ready. Now, what to study?

The things that we hadn't done with Professor Lupin were Vampires, Imps and Werewolves. I decided to brush up on werewolves, since that was the lesson I had been sent out of by Snape, therefore missing out on parts of the subject.

I read how lycanthropes usually turned into werewolves during a full moon, which was around once a month. They would revert back to human form once daylight had reappeared, but their appearance would have slightly varied, including extra scars and bites. Wait. What?

I read the last part multiple times, my mind not believing what my eyes were seeing. Scars. Bites.

Suddenly it hit me, and I was almost furious that I didn't notice it before. Lupin... he would always disappear during a full moon, and would come back looking more scarred than before.

It wasn't because of his weak immune system. Nor because of his so called eczema.

It was because he was a werewolf...

I dropped my ink pot in shock. Madam Pince glared at me as I made no effort to pick it up.

Grabbing my other things, I rushed out of the library and out into the corridor. It all made sense. That was why he was hardly in! That was why he had the scars!

Now I had another problem.

Was I supposed to tell him that I knew?

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I went through the pro's and the con's of this question. I knew that if I told Lupin, it could mean he would lose his job. However, I wasn't planning on telling anybody anyways. Not even my friends.

For some strange reason, I wasn't afraid of him. Grandma had often talked down on werewolves and I had enough common sense to know that they weren't exactly popular in the Wizarding World. However, I pitied Lupin. He was the nicest teacher I had met, and was fair and intellectual. He was also understanding and caring - he was by far the best DADA Professor I had had over the years.

Just because he was a werewolf, didn't mean that he was evil. He seemed the complete opposite, in fact. As if he couldn't even hurt a fly. I groaned as evening came and I went down to the Great Hall for dinner. I picked mindlessly at my food, sometimes looking up at Lupin, who laughed as he spoke with Flitwick. He noticed me staring at one point and gave me a large smile. I smiled back before turning away and groaning.

"Are you okay?" Ev said in concern. "You've been acting strange for the whole of today."

"I'm fine." I said in the most un-reassuring voice ever. "Just tired."

"You need to stop studying so much." Amanda said, fixing my messy hair. "It's damaging your social life."

"What social life?" Harley smirked. "She hangs out with you. There's nothing good about that."

Amanda flicked a piece of chicken at Harley who batted it away.

I ignored my friends and soon enough, dinner was over and we went back to our dorms, the Common Room being too packed.