white roses // neville longbottom

twenty-eight

the door to the defense against the dark arts classroom slams. we all turn our heads to see snape walking in. he shuts all the blinds as he walks past them. he pulls down a projector screen. "turn to page 394." snape says. "oh god." i whisper to neville and flip to that page. "excuse me sir. where's professor lupin?" harry asks. "that's not really your concern is it potter? suffice it to say your professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time. turn to page 394" snape says. "werewolves?" ron asks. "but sir, we just learned about red caps and hinkypunks. we're not meant to start that for weeks." hermione says. "quiet." snape says. "when did she come in? did you see her come in?" ron asks rather loudly. "now, which one of you can tell me the difference between an animagus and a werewolf?" snape asks. hermione raises her hand. "no one?" snape asks. "please, sir. and animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. a werewolf has no choice." hermione says. "with each full moon he no longer remembers who he is. he'd kill his bestfriend. the werewolf only responds to the call of its own kind." she finishes. draco howls and crabbe laughs. "thank you, mr. malfoy. that's the second time you've spoken out of turn miss granger. are you incapable of restraining yourself or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all?" snape asks. "i have to ask sir, do you take pride in bullying children while you yourself are way past even middle age?" i ask. snape shoots me a look. "ten points from gryffindor." he says. i smile to myself. "nice one." neville whispers to me.

-at the quidditch game-

"bloody hell!" i yell as the umbrella i'm holding is almost ripped from my hands. "fockin windy outside." i add. "i know! someone's going to fall off their broom out there." neville says and puts his hand on my umbrella to keep it steady. "merlin! that girls broom is on fire!" i shout. harry flies up into the clouds to where we cant see him. the hufflepuff seeker comes falling from the sky. from what we can tell harry is still flying. i take take that back. he's falling.