A/N: Hopefully this fic will be funny, complete with an equally comical playlist to go with it. Feel free to suggest any songs that you feel fit better with the chapter. It may seem a little bit slow at first, but it'll pick up. Georgie will make the worst mistake of her life sooner or later :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I own the songs I wish to accompany with the chapters.

Fluorescent Adolescent by the Arctic Monkeys

I loved Professor McGonagall. Really, I did. She was no-nonsense, intelligent, mean, and slightly condescending. Kind of like my mother.

I'm sure she felt the same way about me. Professor McGonagall, not my mother, although it could work either way.

Anyways.

I loved Professor McGonagall because I loved Transfiguration, the subject she taught. The pure magic (ha) of it was amazing; with words I could turn a button into a beetle, and then back again. A statue into the real object it portrayed. Transfiguration was my favorite class, besides Defense Against the Dark Arts and Potions.

Sadly, I was not the only one who enjoyed the amazing subject. Lily Evans, a fellow Gryffindor and fifth year, seemed like she wanted to be the Princess of Transfiguration because Queen was already taken by McGonagall. She studied up on every spell we learned and would learn and in the exact way it was carried out, just so she could show everyone up in class. Lily was like this in Potions as well, but that might be because her and Severus Snape have a thing going on.

But you didn't hear that from me.

I personally don't think Lily has to be so studious and always stuck in the library like a Ravenclaw (no offense to that lot though; my best friend is a Ravenclaw). I think she's just so self-conscious that she's a Muggleborn and has to compensate for it. Overall, Lily is a nice person. Not genuinely kind unless you're her best friend, but nice...unless your name is James Potter.

Speaking of James Potter! Oh, there are so many things I could say about that boy. Well, for one, he just so happens to be the only other person who is as good at Transfiguration as Lily or I. For our classmates it was maddening. The Transfiguration Trio, they called us. Professor McGonagall didn't mind, or at least, I think she didn't. Once, when the three of us walked into the room for second period and our classmates joked, "Oh, look! It's the Transfiguration Trio!" our Professor merely looked up and nodded in our direction in greeting.

The thing about the "Transfiguration Trio" was that James Potter didn't actually like Transfiguration. He was just good at it. Extremely good at it. It was aggravating how lazy he was with his work, but still managed to produce the same results as Lily or I, more or less. At least Lily and I truly appreciated the subject; James just thought it was another class to pass and get a decent OWL on. Defense Against the Dark Arts, however, he was, hands down, the best at. It was his subject. I came second to him, and my best friend who I mentioned earlier, joked that we were the Defense Duo. She thought it was funny. I thought she was lame.

Suddenly, something hit the back of my head. Turning around to swear quietly at the person because some people were still trying to transfigure their hedgehogs into pincushions (Remus, who was also in this class, had learned the hard way that swear words affected spells, thanks to James), I expected it to be Finney Chaisson, this pompous prat of a Slytherin I've loathed my entire time at Hogwarts when in first year he dumped a whole pitcher of pumpkin juice in my life. First, I hate pumpkin juice as much as I hate him, and second, he didn't even apologize, although it may or may not have been an accident. That's besides the point now, though, because he just kind of went along with hating me because I hated him.

Yet instead of Finney, it was James. Great.

I mouthed a What? at him, and he pointed at the balled up piece of parchment that had hit me. Read it, he mouthed back.

Careful not to make so much un-crinkling noise to read the parchment, I opened it.

Practice's been moved to tonight 5:30-9:30. Can't do tomorrow.

As Gryffindor's Seeker since second year, I was used to James pulling my wand. It got worse when he was named captain this year. I rolled my eyes at him and pulled a face, but he looked serious as he wrote on a separate piece of parchment. The words appeared on my crinkled piece when he looked up.

I'm not going to be there for the first hour either.

Hastily pulling out my own quill, I scribbled, I hate you, you loathsome oaf.

James snorted.

"And what, pray tell, is so amusing, Mr. Potter?"

I froze; my stomach suddenly felt like it had dropped into the dungeons beneath us. Professor McGonagall eyed my parchment paper with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity. I was tempted to give it to her, but James cleared his throat before I could snitch on both of us.

"Well, Minnie-"

Professor McGonagall's eyes narrowed.

"-well, Professor, Georgie Paredes, my favorite Seeker in the entire world, just called me a loathsome oaf," James explained with his crooked grin. My eyes widened at the betrayal.

"Professor! I-"

"Georgiana was being nice, Potter," Lily spat next to me. Oohs sounded around the room.

"Students, please!" McGonagall snapped to keep the class under control. "Firstly, Mr. Potter, why did she call you a-"

"A loathsome oaf? Well, for one, I told her practice was moved to today-"

"James, you're kidding," Tina Frey, another fifth year Chaser, whined. I did not blame her.

"And that I wouldn't be there for the first hour. You understand, right professor?" James said winningly. I loved James, but he was laying it on so thick I was mentally retching. McGonagall, who suddenly looked stricken, nodded solemnly. I stuck my tongue out at James to let him know he was being a git, but he had turned away and looked deep in thought. His attention was now on a large piece of folded parchment.

"Of course. Now, students, may I see your pincushions? And Mr. Chaisson, preferably without legs so it won't run away when I try to stick a needle into it?"

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