Chapter 4/5: Transfiguration
Sara, being the over excited girl she was, woke me up by pushing me out of bed. I retaliated by speeding around her, going vamp, and holding my fangs against her throat. "No pushing." I let go and watched her push everyone else out of bed.
"Morning ladies. First day o' school. I get the bathroom first on Mondays," I said as I walk into said room. I shower, brush my teeth and hair, and get dressed. I walked out, complaining about the top bottom.
"Just undo it," Aleesa said, "I did." Then I put on my tie leaving it loose. I walked down stairs and peeked outside the barrel at the end of tunnel leading out of the common room. I saw boys coming out of the kitchens and ducked.
"What the hell was that?"
"I don't know, Remus. We don't have super hearing like you."
"It came from the barrels over there."
"Let's not check it out."
"Great idea Peter; let's check it out." I heard their footsteps walk over. I have to hide. I thought. I speeded back to the common room.
"Don't go out there," I breathed. "Does anyone know how to make this place hidden? Someone's trying to break in," everyone gasped. A seventh year stood, saying Professor Sprout taught him the spell and that he would teach me after. Once he came back, he began to teach me.
"No, no. It's a u and then pull!"
"But you said arch and jab!"
"That's the patronus charm!"
"Oh, sorry." It went like this for a few minutes. I was okay with it because Sara was still trying to get Kendall up. When they were finally up we went off. First was transfiguration.
"There shall be no silliness in my classroom," McGonagall stated, no, commanded, when she walked in. She wrote notes on the chalkboard and told us to copy them. After we were all done, (she had asked) she showed us how to turn a match into a needle. I was one of the few to master it.
"Miss Black! What are you doing?" I had already turned my matchstick into a needle, so I had started to try to turn it back to its original form.
"I was curious, Professor," I answered.
"Why were you curious, Miss Black?"
"I was curious if you turned them back after class for the next students. So I transfigured it back for you. Right now I'm trying to do it nonverbally."
"Well you can stop now," I undid the spell and handed her the matchstick. The bell rang. I ran out right into, non other than, James Potter. He has messy, very messy, jet black hair, hazel eyes, hiding behind circle glasses, and light skin.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Sirius wants to see you,"
"How did you even find me, I haven't show you guys my schedule."
"Just a guess," he grabbed my upper arm and led me upstairs to what I assumed was a portrait of a fat lady, trying to sing.
