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2) Transfiguration

Ella

After getting some parchment, quill and ink from my dormitory, I headed for the library, looking for some peace so that I could work on my transfiguration essay. Trust Professor McGonagall to set homework over the Christmas Holidays. Christmas Holidays, for Merlin's sake! That woman needs a new dictionary if she thinks doing homework is a way to spend holidays, I thought as I grudgingly picked a thick dusty tome on 'Human Transfiguration'.

Half an hour of futile reading and one bored brain later, I'd got nowhere. I looked over my essay, at a loss as to what write next:

'Human Transfiguration

Human Transfiguration is the most dangerous type of transfiguration. If done carelessly, it is known to cause permanent damage to a witch or wizard in question.'

I sighed. Professor McGonagall is going to have my head for dinner.

Sirius

"Massalin the Monkey-faced is a good example of Human Transfiguring gone out of hand." I said, in my usual drawl. I found her sitting in the library, her head resting in her hands when my search for her in the dormitory had proved fruitless.

I leant against the nearest shelf, arms folded giving her my most heart warming grin, knowing that they would have no effect on the emotionless rock sitting in front of me. I was right. Judging from the glare that seemed to be permanently plastered on her face, she could have done without me raining my useless woo-ing skills on her. Why can't I ever make her smile? Remus can easily light up her face whenever he wants to? Well, Moony can make anyone smile, that's no surprise.

"What do you want Black?" she said. She might as well have snarled, at least that would have kept the coldness out of her voice a little.

"I need to talk to you." I said, my smile vanishing instantly; a solemn expression took over my visage. Ella should feel privileged: it's not often that I'm this serious.

Ella

Oh great! If it's not enough that I have to put myself through extreme torture in order to finish this stupid essay, Black's here to speed up the process. Although, this is a welcome distraction for once; anything's better than sitting in the library getting bored out of my skull.

"What do you want Black?" I ask, glaring at him, after a making a quick mental note about Massalin the Monkey-faced.

"I need to talk to you." From the sombre expression on his face, I thought that something terrible had happened. Sirius has never looked so earnest, and the fact that this rare emotion has graced his face is rather worrying.

"What about?"

"Why don't you like me?" I stared at him, dumbfounded. Why don't I like him? That's what he wanted to talk about? Well, at least it's better than a death announcement. But I found it hard to believe that he would get worried because I don't like him.

"You never consider other people's feelings. You play pranks on them, make fun of them, never once stopping to think that maybe they have feelings and maybe they get hurt. You are so cocky! Not to mention a womaniser. I would only like you if I wanted to get my heart broken. I'm sorry, but you're just not my kind of guy."

Sirius

"O.K," was all I said to her, when she'd finished. Her description of me made me sound like a Slytherin. But that's not me. "And try page 316, that might help," I said, pointing at the book before I left. I wish I could prove to her that there's more to me than what she thinks. But her feelings of dislike for me are pretty strong, so is there even any point? Besides which, if she can't look past exteriors maybe she's not really my type of girl.

But then why do I still want her?

One Week Later, School restarts,

Lesson: Transfiguration

Ella

"Most of you have completed your homework task on Human Transfiguration. Now, we shall try and perform some complicated transfiguration that will eventually lead to Human Transfiguration. Now, before we begin, I must warn you that this is a very dangerous and rather tricky branch of magic and therefore, it is vital that you follow my instructions."

No one dared speak while Professor McGonagall transfigured a red cushion on her desk into a white bunny. We all watched her, awe struck; all of us seemed intrigued and excited by what the lesson might hold except the usual crew of miscreants: James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter.

I thought that after what I told him last week, he would improve. But he just carried on misbehaving like always. And to think that I felt guilty about it!

"Now you have to get yourself into pairs," Instantly, everyone turned to their friends, nodding and smiling at them. I turned to Lily who was still watching Professor McGonagall attentively.

"Silence!" Professor McGonagall shouted, "This time, I will be choosing your pairs." The class moaned collectively at the announcement. "Your task is to transform a cushion into an animal of your choice. Your partner has to ensure that you are performing the spell correctly, and learn from you,"

The students got up, and grudgingly moved to their partners.

"Miss Priestly, you will work with Mr Black, Miss Evans, You will work with Mr Potter." I was appalled. I had been trying to avoid Sirius for the past week and now I have to work with him. I could see James giving Sirius a high five from the corner of my eye. This is going to be a long lesson.