Love, Black || Fred Weasley

𝟕. 𝐁𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠

Late for the second class today. I shake my head at my stupidity for a loss of time.

My feet echo down the hall as I run towards the classroom. I shouldn't have tried to change before class. We only had ten minutes, which seems like a long time, but in a castle-like this.. it takes ten minutes just to find the bathroom.

I continue running, the light breeze flowing through my hair. I stop abruptly in front of a classroom, as half of the kids in the class turn around to my sweaty out of breath figure. I could feel the sweat dripping down my temple cooling off my overheating body.

"Ah, Ms. Jane, glad you can join us, even if you are ten minutes late," The same professor on the train motions towards me resulting in the other half of the class to turn and face me.

The classroom looked different. There are no desks, only a wooden dresser, shaking back and forth as if an animal was inside trying to get out. A mixture of Gryffindor and Slytherin students are in a single file line in front of the wood. I look past all of the curious eyes and lock mine with Monica who is at the front of the line.

" I'm terribly sorry- er-professor," I breathe out still slightly out of breath. It dawned on me that I don't know this teacher's name. He introduced himself as Remus on the train but I am not sure that it is his last name. And I had ran out during the middle of the sorting ceremony, missing the introduction of all the teachers.

" You can make it up by demonstrating to the class what to do if a boggart comes near you," The professor points to the cabinet shaking slightly. Does he expect me to know what a boggart is?! My heartbeat starts to increase as I feel slightly embarrassed.

"I-I'm sorry professor but I don't know how to do that," I stay standing in the doorway, too nervous to move.

"Well, maybe if you had shown up to class on time, you would know what to do," The man digs into me. A couple of Slytherins snicker. Now my heart is beating extremely fast and I can feel the blood practically sprinting to my cheeks. The professor motions for me to step into the classroom. I take a step hesitantly but pick up my pace after a few more meeting the professor in the front of the class, next to the cabinet.

"Monica, how about you demonstrate," He points towards my friend as she looks over at me. She gives me a look, the kind that says "I'm sorry that you were now embarrassed in front of a bunch of people for the third time today".

The ginger pulls out her wand from the pockets of her rob and holds it steady, taking in a breath, preparing for whatever is to come out of the closet. The professor reaches over unlocking the cabinet as something falls it.

It switches from a snake to a person to a tree. It kept shifting into things, unable to make up its mind. Finally, it forms into a scene. Her family sits around the dinner table I have eaten at many times. The Monica sitting at the table says nothing, but none of her family hears her. She moves her hand in front of her mom's face trying to get their attention, but they don't notice her. She is invisible to her own family.

I pull my eyes away from the scene and watch as Monica's face drops. She looked like she was about to cry. I look over at the Professor as he focuses on the scene along with the rest of the class. Why isn't anyone doing anything?! Monica is clearly in distress at the scene, so why isn't the professor stepping in and stopping it from playing.

" Focus," The teacher yells out causing Monica to snap out of her head. She regrips her wand, pointing it at the scene.

"ridiculous" Monica shouts and the scene starts to transform again. The food on the table starts singing as her family stands up at starts Irish dancing. She bursts out laughing along with a couple of kids and I can't help but laugh as well.