I'm Not Perfect | Seamus Finnigan

Prefect

A/N: I've kinda neglected writing her whole metamorphagus emotions into it when I write chapters. I'll be fixing that from now on! :-)

"Hey! Emma!" Roger Davies shouted, running to catch up with me.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Here you go." he said, handing me a small yellow package.

"Uh. . ."

"Open it. It's from Proffesor Flitwick."

I opened the package, and in it, a shiny Ravenclaw Prefect badge. My eyes lit up.

"That's amazing!"

"What?"

"I've never seen it happen before. You're hair just turned rainbow. And your eyes too!"

I nodded, "It happens. I can't believe I'm a prefect! But. .  didn't they already choose the Ravenclaw Prefect, in our fifth year?"

"Yes. But the female Ravenclaw prefect just transfered to Beauxbatons. Said it was closer to home. Professor Flitwick said he didn't hesitate. He knew exactly who to choose."

"THIS IS AMAZING!" I exclaimed, and jumped up and down.

"Wow. Your hair is like, glowing."

"Hey, Emma. What's got you so happy?" I would notice that accent anywhere. I turned to see Seamus.

"You're hair is pink now. Fascinatiing." Roger said in awe.

I blushed, "Yeah. Sometimes the whole hair thing gets a bit out of control."

Seamus smiled, "I don't know. I like when you wear your emotions on your sleeve. Well -- hair, really."

I smiled, "Maybe I'll stop holding it back, then. It does have benifits. Tells people when they can talk to me and when they should piss off."

"Crap!" I said.

"What?"

"I have to get back to my dormitory and study for my charms exam!"

"Why did you choose to do your OWL's this year?"

"I have a lot of classes."

"Okay. Um, Emma?"

"Hmm?"

He was looking at my eyes. "Well, your hair is pink, but. . .your eyes are green. Doesn't that mean your --"

"No." I said quickly, "I have to go study."

"Maybe you should go to the hospital wing. Or, get some rest."

"Sorry, gotta go!"

Seamus' P.O.V.

She really needs to pull back on the studying. Luna's told me she hasn't gotten much sleep. Just staying up studying.

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Later that Day (Still Seamus' P.O.V.)

I sat down at the Gryffindor table for lunch, and Emma came in, looking as tired as ever. She promised she would sit with us at the Gryffindor table today.

"Hey, Emma! I heard the good news! Prefect?" Hermione asked.

Emma nodded tiredly.

"Emma, are you okay? Do you need to rest or something?"

"No. No, I'm fine. Just a tiny bit overwhelmed. But I have to get as many OWLs as possible. I --"

Her hair turned a pale sickly green, and her eyes as well, she started to get dizzy.

"Emma --" I said and got up to steady her.

"I said I'm fine."

She moved to step away but fell over. I grabbed her arm just in time so she wouldn't hit the ground.

Hermione got up quickly and said, "We should get her to the hospital wing."

She used a non-verbal spell and Emma levitated.

"I thought you said not to use any of the spells from that book." Ron said.

"Well, it's needed right now."

What book?

We took Emma to the hospital wing and laid her down on one of the beds. Madam Pomfrey began fussing over her mumbling things like, "Those tests. . .taking too much on students. . "

I kissed Emma's hand before moving to leave the hospital wing.

Madam Pomfrey gasped. I spun around quickly to see what it was.

"Mr. Finnigan. Ms. Granger. Did you know about these?"

I walked back to the bed where Madam Pomfrety had flipped Emma on her side and was looking at her back.

Hermione gasped and put her hands over her mouth. There were giant claw marks on her back. 

"W-where did these come from?" she asked.

Madam Pomfrey said, "They look pretty old, but, they look like -- Werewolf claws may have done this."

A/N: Ooooooh, CLIFF HANGER! Whatcha think?