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'So what have you guys got first?" Asked Ron as they made their way out of the great hall.
'Defence Against the Dark Arts,' Hermione said, her voice had a hint of curiosity; why was Ron acting funny?
Harry nodded. 'How 'bout you mate?'
'Sameo, DADA,' Replied Ron, keeping down a shudder. He kept himself to himself on the way to DADA; he knew Lupin would know.

Remus Lupin was tall, his clothes were tatty and looked slightly worn out, but he still had a genuine smile on his weary face.
'Hello class. I hope you are ready,' Lupin skimmed the class room. Gryffindors had take to the front of the class and looked like they wanted to learn new things, they looked interested. But the Slytherins were at the back of the class, they were whispering and most of them looked they were bored out of their minds. Nothing changes around Hogwarts, does it? Thought Lupin, mentally chuckling to himself.
'Please put away your books and get out your wands.'
The class looked around, surprised, they had never done practical magic before... well except when they had Lockhart and that was not the best lesson!

The lesson was great. They looked at basic defence spells and everyone seemed to enjoy it, even the Slytherins.
But Lupin couldn't help but notice that the child, he had spotted looking down earlier in the great hall, didn't seem to be putting in much of an effort. Yes, he was doing to spells well (this seemed to annoy a girl with big-hair next to him) but he didn't look like he was trying and he didn't look very happy when he did them.

Lupin got that boy's name off an Indian girl at the front.
'Ron Weasley, may you stay behind I need to have a word with you? – It's nothing bad, I promise.'
'Ok Professor,' Ron nodded, he had an idea of what this would be about.

'Sorry I'm late Professor,' said Ron, as he entered Transfiguration ten minutes late.
'Why are you late Weasley?' Asked McGonagall, she had been surprised when Harry and Hermione had entered without their red-headed best friend.
'I was speaking to Professor Lupin, he gave me a note.' Ron handed a small piece of Parchment to her, standing beside her while she read the note.
'That's fine Weasley, now go sit down. Potter can explain what we are doing.'
Ron walked between the desks to Harry,
'So what we doing?' Asked Ron as everyone tucked their stools under the old desks.
'Changing a quill into a mouse. Sounds fun!' Answered Harry, sarcastically.
'I'm so excited, I can barely contain myself,' Said Ron in a dull and bored tone, he sounded like Snape telling someone off. Harry chuckled as he walked over to the quills.
'Now today we are going to try something different, you are going to perform this transfiguration in front of the rest of class.' Annoyed whispers of "what?" filled the classroom.
'Sh! We shall start with volunteers and then I will pick on you.' As soon as McGonagall had finished Hermione's hand shot up. Ron over dramatically rolled his eyes and tutted. A murmured laugh filled the class but was hushed when McGonagall beckoned Hermione up.

It took Hermione two attempts before she could change the quill to a mouse, even though she had been told it was very good and everyone had clapped, Hermione looked annoyed with herself; its coat was the same colour as the quill, it wasn't white like it should have been.
Pupils were called up but, unlike Hermione, no one managed to transform their quill, McGonagall looked quite annoyed at this.
'Weasley!' Her voice was close to shouting point and she sounded very frustrated.

Ron walked up to the table and placed his quill on it.
With a flick of Charlie's wand the quill turned into a pure white mouse.
The classroom was filled with silence; Ron Weasley could do a spell easier and faster than Hermione Granger, the brain box of the year!
Ron ignored this and just went and sat back down next to Harry, who was still facing the front with his mouth hanging open.
'How the hell did you manage to do that better and easier than me?' Called out Hermione once the shock had faded away, it was now replaced with anger and jealousy.
Ron just shrugged, not wanting to start another argument. 'I just did it and I didn't find it hard.'
'Erm, yes... very well done Weasley,' McGonagall's voice was soaked in surprise but she seemed to have awoken from her shocked trance at Hermione's yell. 'Now practice the spell in twos or threes.'

Once everyone had got a quill and had got into pairs or threes, McGonagall beckoned Ron over.
'Yes Professor?' Unlike when Lupin had spoken to him, he had no idea what McGonagall wanted to speak to him about.
'I have taught you since you started here and I have never seen you grasp a spell so easily, and from what I read in Lupin's note, you seem to being getting Defence Against the Dark Arts spells pretty easily. I hope you will keep up this level of good work. Well done Ron.' Ron just nodded at her compliment; he didn't know what to say, because unlike Hermione teachers didn't usually pat him on the back.

The day when well for Ron; for once he seemed to understand the work and was able to perform any spell or charm he was asked to do. The teachers, that Ron had that day, were surprised and shocked; since when was Ron that good at spells and work. Even Snape had had to give Gryffindor points after he had caught Ron talking, he had asked Ron a question (obviously not expecting him to get it) and Ron had got the answer spot on and had given extra information.

The trio were sitting in the common room. Hermione was pouring over some homework she had got that day, Harry was talking at Ron (he wasn't talking to Ron, as Ron wasn't listening to a word Harry was saying) and Ron was staring straight at the clock in the common room, just watching time slowly tick past.
'Sorry Harry, I've gotta go. Lupin wants me to meet him.' Ron didn't wait for Harry to reply, he just shot out of the room. Harry just shrugged at Hermione, who had raised her head up from her work.

'Ah, it's good to see you Ron. Don't worry you're not late, please come in and sit down.' Lupin gestured Ron to a comfy looking armchair opposite him. Ron politely nodded and sat in the chair; it was comfy.
Ron stared out of a window, wishing and wanting he could be out there.

The clouds ominously huddled together, their dark curves mocking Hogwarts' grounds, with a crack they burst open and the rain, slow at first, plummeted to the ground. The drumming rain became faster and heavier, thunder rolled across the sky as if someone was bowling on the top of the clouds. A yellow streak broke the bruised sky, illumining the sodden land. Fat raindrops splattered on the window and descend from the sky onto the grounds, forming puddles like pools of tears. The sky, a million shades of gray, painted its own pictures in the gloomy clouds. The rain and the storm sounded as though they will never ever stop.

'I'm guessing you like storms?' Asked Lupin with a small grin on his face; he had noticed Ron looking out of the window.
Ron stayed looking out the window, all of his thoughts and attention still on the storm, but he answered Lupin.
'No… I adore them. I can't think of a better place to be than being outside in the middle of a huge powerful storm. The lighting and thunder bewitches me and the rain makes a beautiful rhythmic pattern on the ground and in my mind…oh sorry! I shouldn't ramble on.' Ron looked away from the storm and suddenly became interested on his scruffy shoes.
'No Ron. Do not apologize.' Lupin smiled and shook his head.
Ron lifted his head and smiled.

'Is it time Professor?' Asked Ron, he had started to look back out of the window.
'Yes Ron. It is time.'