A Meeting with the Headmistress

Okay so I was a muggle, and I would be a muggle for as long as I lived. And I hated whoever it was that bit me, but without that bite I would still be attending an ordinary school. That tiny bit of exposure to magic had turned me into, yes a werewolf, but a witch also. And I could live with being an animal for one night a month if I could keep my friends.

It was all ready October twentieth and classes had been going well to say the least. But I had to say that my best subject was ancient ruins, getting an E in it (exceeds expectations). I was doing almost as well as Oliver, getting an O (outstanding). He had gotten perfect scores on every single exam, all though I never saw him studying.

Potions had been going… all right I suppose. I was getting solid an A average (acceptable). I did get yelled at a lot, but I felt like Professor Slughorn never held anything against me… maybe it was because he was head of Slytherin and I was in his house. So, I wasn't doing too well in the class, but I liked attending it the most, because of Emma and Aden. We fooled around but we got our work done… sometimes well….

Today was potions and it was the group exam day.

"…Do you know how much of this goes in the potion?" Emma asked peering into a beaker of what looked like a green radio-active material.

"Depends on what 'this' is," Aden replied grounding some brown roots together.

"How should I know?"

"Don't smell it," I said holding a jar of a fluffy pink substance away from my face and pinching my nose.

"I wouldn't, even if you had told me to." she grinned.

"Good choice," I nodded.

"Why would you even think of smelling that?" Aden said dumping his concoction into the now creamy white potion that looked like everyone else's.

"Well," I sighed, "you seem to know what you're doing so I'll just sit back a try and look like I know what I'm doing."

Emma laughed her silent laugh, laugh and sat down beside me. She took a beaker and a flask and pretended to do something like myself.

"Tell you what Aden," I smiled "you tell us want you need and we'll get it."

I leaned my head backwards and heard footsteps approaching, and the heavy wooden door creaked open. Oliver stood in the doorway, his blue robes brilliantly bringing out his eyes.

"Excuse, Professor Slughorn," he said.

Slughorn looked up and a smile spread across his face, I guess that Oliver was liked by all teachers. "Yes Oliver?" he said happily.

"Wolf- I mean, Luperca and I are wanted by Professor McGonagall."

"Luperca, you may go," Slughorn nodded then looked back at a pile of paper he was grading.

"Bye," I said softly to Emma and Aden, who replied with the same.

"Why does the headmistress want to see us?" I asked after we were out of the dungeon.

Oliver shrugged, "I honestly have no idea."

When we reached a large eagle statue, Oliver took a small scrap of paper from his robes and read "Silver Tabby," off of it.

Suddenly it began to spin upward revealing a large spiral staircase that extended into the ceiling. And we walked up as it spun, getting rather dizzy. At the top was a medium sized room, all though extremely big for an office. Paintings of previous headmasters and mistresses hung from the walls and books were piled several feet high around the desk. Large golden objects floated in mid air and there was a silver tabby sitting on the desk in the center of the room.

"Hello Professor," Oliver said to the cat.

"……?"

The cat leapt from the desk and in mid jump it morphed into and aging woman with grey hair, small spectacles, and an emerald green, crushed velvet robe on.

"Good morning," she said to the both of us, "Oliver, you are as bright as your teachers said you would be. It's no wonder you're in Ravenclaw."

Then she looked at me, "Shut your mouth dear, unless you want to catch flies."

"Sorry," I said clamping my jaw shut, "How did you-?"

"Professor McGonagall is an animagus, which means she can change into an animal," said Oliver, making me feel extremely stupid.

She smiled at him and nodded approvingly.

"Back to business," said professor McGonagall walking back to sit at the desk, "It has come to my attention that the two of you are attending third year ancient ruins."

All the color vanished from Oliver's face, "B-but we got put in there."

"Oh I have no doubt it was an accident, but it is two years above your level. Would you like me to move you in to a different class?"

"No thank you," we said at once, "It's a rather easy class."

She raised an eyebrow, "Well if you change your mind I can always switch you out."

We nodded.

"Oliver you may go," she told him. He bowed his head and left.

"Luperca," she said after he had gone, "I trust that Professor Slughorn has been giving you your potion."

I knew that she had known about me being… what I was, but I was ill prepared for the topic, especially since I'd only just met her five minutes ago. "Yes, yes he has," I stammered.

"And I believe you've heard about our Halloween house point challenge?"

"Actually I have not," I answered apologetically.

"Well it is basically a scavenger hunt. Students search for items around the school that will earn them house points."

I nodded.

"And I hope that you are aware of what day Halloween is on."

"Yes."

"So you will be staying in the tower, which will be blocked off."

"All right," I sighed trying not to sound too disappointed.

"Good," she said, then she motion to the stair case and I left.