Chapter 2

Herbology wasn't Teddy's favorite class, but he still enjoyed it anyway. He knew Professor Longbottom well, after all the times he had come over to dinner at Harry's house, where Teddy spent the majority of his time.

Professor Longbottom was one of the coolest teacher's in Hogwarts in the eyes of his students. But one couldn't tell by looking at him. He was rather round faced and plump. However, he had seen more action than all the students in Hogwarts put together. He was a known friend of Harry Potter. He was recognized for fighting Death Eaters in the Department of Mysteries in his fifth year, and had led a rebellion in Hogwarts his seventh. However, Professor Longbottom rarely spoke about any of this, and instead kept the class discussion on plants.

"Today, class, we will be discussing a plant I am most fond of: the Mimbulus Mimbletonia. Can anyone tell me what is special about the Mimbulus Mimbletonia?" Mr. Longbottom asked. Teddy actually knew the answer to this one. He had met Professor Longbottom's personal Mimbulus Mimbletonia a few years ago, and at the time, had been foolish enough to touch it. Teddy raised his hand cautiously.

"Yes, Mr. Lupin?"

"Yeah, the defensive techniques of the Mimbulus Mimbletonia are what make it unique. It…spews Stinksap when you poke it." Teddy shuddered at the memory of the incident.

"As you would well remember, I'm sure, Mr. Lupin. But yes, the Mimbulus Mimbletonia has an interesting and certainly effective defensive technique. May I have a volunteer?" No one raised his or her hand. "Very well, I'll demonstrate. Watch now." He placed his goggles on, and grabbed a quill lying on his desk. He picked up the pot where the Mimbulus Mimbletonia sat, and poked it carefully, but deliberately. The effect was instantaneous. Stinksap, black and slimy, spurted out from all sides and covered Professor Longbottom, as well as his desk and the students sitting in the front few rows. Teddy was one of them.

"Yuck, this is disgusting!" said a revolted Teddy. Getting covered in Stinksap previously didn't lessen the grossness factor of it all.

"Oh I don't know," said a grinning Ross, "I think it makes you look rather fetching. Put some of this on when you see Victoire next. She won't be able to resist you!"

Ross and Teddy left the greenhouse an hour later, clean, but still smelling faintly of Stinksap. They trudged slowly back towards the castle. Suddenly, a voice called out from behind them.

"Hey look! It's baby blue!" the voice called with a sneer. Teddy and Ross turned around and came face to face with Riley Macnair, Teddy's least favorite person in Hogwarts. He was tall, wide, and very muscular. "I was reading a book last night. It was about freaky mutant people. You should check it out. There was a whole chapter about part werewolf, part metamorphamaguses."

"Shut it, Macnair," said Ross, looking murderously at him. But that was nothing compared to Teddy's reaction.

It was as though something inside him erupted. Teddy felt hot with anger. But it wasn't usual anger. It burned and boiled, starting at his stomach and seeping to every part of his body. It clouded his thoughts, and soon, and animal-like instinct seemed to take over. Without thinking, he ran at Macnair and landed on him full force. He proceeded to punch and kick whatever part of him that he could reach. Macnair didn't take this well though. He tossed Teddy over, and soon, they were both on the ground, fighting each other tooth and nail. Their wands lay forgotten beside them. Ross pulled out his own wand and shouted "Protego!" and at once, both Teddy and Macnair flew apart. Ross grabbed hold of Teddy, who hastily picked his wand up off the ground. "Let's go," Ross mumbled. He walked back toward the castle, and Teddy followed reluctantly. He was still seething with anger, but cooled off gradually, and by the time he reached Charms, he had forgotten what caused him to become so angry.

"Don't worry about Macnair. He's Macnair, what did you expect?" Said Ross, as they made there way into the Charms classroom, and sat down at a nearby table. "Anyways, he's got it wrong. You're not a werewolf. You're dad was one."

"Yeah," said Teddy, shaking his head a little. Why had he gotten so angry? It was as though something within him snapped. But it wasn't worth it. Ross was right. It was only Macnair.

Suddenly, Teddy realized that he was really hungry. He couldn't wait for lunch.