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Erin returned back to the castle after about an hour. She was careful to check her father's window before continuing in plain sight. Lucky for her, the halls were mostly deserted, aside from an occasional younger student. Without anything better to do, Erin first completed any homework she had been assigned in front of the Gryffindor fireplace.
Once Erin had written a detailed explanation of what the cruciatus curse really does to the human body, she put her quill, ink bottle, books, and parchment pieces away and sat down slowly on her bed. The covers were a dark red with a golden sheen, which made the bed jump out in contrast to the dull brownish grey of the stone the floors, walls, and ceilings.
Erin twiddled her thumbs and starred at the floor, taking in all the stones in with her seemingly dead gaze. Finally, Erin got up and grabbed her book bag, slinging it over her shoulder as she headed out the door. She smiled politely as she passed the bloody baron, passing numerous portraits who called out greetings to her before she reached the wall she was looking for. Erin looked up at the ceiling and thought of a spacey room with a high ceiling, soft floor, and a heavy lock while pacing in front of the wall. A door appeared.
Looking both ways for onlookers and up for Peeves, Erin quickly shut the door after squeezing through. She looked up to see the room she had been thinking of. Erin sat down cross-legged on the floor before pulling out a book, entitled Choosing Your Animageous Form to Transforming Into It. It fell open to a page with disturbing diagrams of someone transfiguring each part of their body.
Erin grimaced. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. While keeping her eyes firmly shut, a look of utter concentration crossed Erin's face. Ever so slowly, her arms moved so they were on either side of her back. Taking another deep breath, Erin slowly changed her nose and mouth into a small beak. Nest, her hair became feathers and her body changed shape to become more round. Her legs grew thinner and the joint became backwards. Erin kicked off her shoes just in time to see her feet become slightly scaly and her toes grow longer and bonier. Finally after about fifteen minutes, a rather large European robin stood in Erin's place.
Erin knew as she tried to prepare herself, that this part would be the most difficult, but if she messed up, she would have to transform back to her human form before redoing everything she had done. A few deep breaths later, Erin started to shrink. At first her wings and beak weren't shrinking with the rest of her, but Erin quickly corrected her mistake. It went slowly, but after awhile, Erin managed the proper size. Finally, Erin popped back into her old self, grinning for the first time in a week.
"YEEESSSSSSSSSSS!" she shouted, seconds after she mentally made the room soundproof. "I did it! Finally!" She threw her hands in the air and spun, before she promptly calmed down and looked through her book again, still smiling. She tried to clear her thoughts as she went to the back of the book to see what her forms represented. The first one she read was
European Robin: Symbolizes courage. Robin animaguses generally very small physically, but strong magically, though people generally underestimate them. They are usually misunderstood, and manipulated, however, the people manipulating them generally have less control than they think. Even in desperate situations, the robin animagus will think for themselves no matter what the cost. They almost always believe in good, and they will always stand for their beliefs.
Erin frowned, but could clearly see how the robin could represent her, though she had never stood up for any of her beliefs. The people around her had never put her in a situation that contradicted against her morals. Perhaps that was why the Robin had been harder to change into.
Red Fox: Represents cunning, resourcefulness, and deceitfulness. These people can put on an impressive act by pretending to be something they're not, and live their lies for years. Just as Koreans misunderstood foxes as being bad omens, people surrounding these animaguses might misunderstand them. Fox animagi can get themselves out of pretty much any tight situation either by tongue, wits, or magic.
Erin sighed, but closed the book and pushed it off to the side and began to transform again into a robin. After several hours of practice, it was time for dinner. Erin packed up her book bag and left the room of requirement.
"Hey Erin, did you finish everything you wanted to?" Asked Christopher when Erin arrived at the Great Hall
"Yep. Did you have fun at Hogsmead?" Asked Erin.
"Yeah, me, Ron, Hermione and Ginny went to Honeydukes. We bought you some raspberry and lemon sherbets." Chris said, rummaging around in his book bag until he found them before handing them to Erin.
"Thanks." Erin said smiling, but was mentally scowling.
"Any time." Chris replied, looking happier.
Erin ate dinner quickly, wanting to get away from her 'friends'. It seemed as though there were levels of pressure to go out with Chris between Hogsmead visits. The week before and the week after were always the worst, and of course today would be one of the worst days.
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