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"Remember those essays are due on Monday!" Professor Dwight called out as a mob of fifth years surged toward the door. He glanced around the room before putting his back to the door and opening one of his desk draws to reveal a box of Felmeir's chocolate's. They were a present from his mother for his birthday, and since it was such a large box, he knew if anyone saw it, they would think nothing of making him share. Edgar Dwight was not about to let that happen. His hand hovered above the silver wrapped candies before coming to rest on what he hoped had a caramel center.
"Ah! Felmeir's!" Professor Dwight almost dropped the whole box.
"Oh, hello Albus."
"You must be very special to someone for them to send you such a impressive gift Edgar."
"hmph, well, my mother is dear to me too."
"I'm sure you can't possibly eat all of those…"
Professor Dwight's eye's narrowed, but at just that moment, a girl's head appeared around the door, and once her eyes had caught site of Dumbledore, the rest of her body soon followed.
"Professor Dumbledore! I've done it! I...I was going over the process for the tenth time today and it finally worked! All of a sudden I was small, and everything was louder, and, and I had a tail! Oh, and I've done it three more times just to make sure I've got the hang of it, and then I had to find you…"
"Wonderful!" Dumbledore exclaimed, "but you haven't told us what it is you turn into yet."
"A CAT!" She almost shrieked.
Albus's smile flicked for a second to be replaced by something else, but he quickly said " A most useful animagus, far better than being a large cephalopod."
Minerva beamed.
"Ah, well, it seems we are all late for dinner" Professor Dwight offered, looking slightly amused.
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Minerva could hardly wait to share the good news with the rest of her housemates. A chorus of congratulations greeted her announcement, but when the clamor had died down, Jacob Bones leaned forward so all could hear and said, "Well, you do know what they say about cat animagi Minerva?"
Minerva looked truly puzzled and said "No? Is it bad?"
"Not exactly…"
"But then what…"
"You know…a stern exterior hides a um…"
"What he means to say" said Thomas McLaggen with a barely suppressed leer "is that it's common knowledge that cat animagi are good in the sack!"
Minerva opened her mouth and closed it. She turned away, but immediately regretted doing so. She caught her transfiguration professor's eye as he went to take his place at the staff table and felt exceedingly retroactively mortified.
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"Hey Harry!" Hermione pointed to a page in an old library book she had brought into the common room. "It tells you here about the different personality types associated with a wizard's animagus."
"What's it say about deer?"
"That's a shame."
"What?"
"Someone cut out sections C through D"
"Wonder why anyone would do that?"
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Points to your house if you know what DIGS is and caught the reference W.S