CHAPTER 9 - TRANSFIGURATION IS A PAIN IN THE ASS.

I transform back to myself, point my wand towards the wall and close my eyes. I imagine the lower wall slowly melting and coalescing into a handle of sorts. Now, I imagine the handle transforming into a sturdy iron one.

I open my eyes.

I recall the incantation for transforming part of a wall into a support from the 'art of dueling'. The author believed that you'd never know when you'll need an alternate form of escape. Sometimes people like this Merrythought convince me that not all Magicals are idiots.

I mutter "Moenio Subsidium" and observe the transfiguring wall with a grin on my face.

Now, I've got to do the physically demanding task of climbing the fucking wall. I create a total of 6 handles on the wall and another 4 on the ceiling.

I pray to God and Bruce Lee., turn my physique into an athletic one and start climbing the wall. It was difficult at first but I manage to reach the top. I was now clinging to the ceiling with all my limbs attached to each handle.

I free my right hand, grab my wand from my pocket and untransfigure each and every handle by muttering "Moenio Teres". Come to think of it, I hadn't transformed my hands into claws because I was really worried about leaving claw marks on the wall. But I could make the wall smooth again with transfiguration, couldn't I? Seems like the idiocy of the Wizarding world is rubbing off on me.

I hear a scuffle outside. Uh oh! "Wingardium Leviosa" I whisper and quickly float my trunk towards the other end of the ceiling, taking care to avoid bumps.

I close my eyes and wait. And keep waiting. I try to listen. I hear nothing. Seems like that disturbance from before was by some other student who thankfully had better things to do than nose around.

After some agony inducing minutes pass , I think I hear something. The door suddenly bangs open and two first years(they had no house color on their tie) and a prefect enter my compartment . I very closely scrutinize them. If I had the presence of mind of doing this earlier at the station, I could shape shift into any one of those robed idiots.

I don't get a very good look at their face but I see a bushy haired girl arrogantly strut inside with a bored looking teenager who had a prefect badge gleaming on his chest. He seems to be in Ravenclaw if the blue on his uniform is anything to go by. Following them was a cowering pudgy faced boy.

The prefect rounds on the bushy haired girl. He drawls out" You interrupted a prefect meeting to show me an empty compartment, miss… "

"Granger. Hermione Granger." The girl replies. " But Mr. Spiers, it is against the rules to lock the compartment. And I am sure that I had heard someone in here"

Oh. So this is the nosy fuck.

"Miss Granger, It is not against the rules to lock an empty compartment. Next time, please don't interrupt a prefect meeting without having any valid reason to do so."

The prefect walks off.

"Wait" The annoying girl calls out. "Can you help us find a toad? Neville's lost his."

The prefect stops in mid step. "What's the name of the toad?"

"T-Trevor" The boy with self esteem issues stutters.

The prefect draws his wand and lazily drawls " Accio Trevor"

A toad comes flying from God knows where. The prefect leaves with a flourish of his wand.

Dramatic much! I swear he is overcompensating for the lack of bollywood in his life.

After Granger and Neville leave my compartment, I sigh in relief. I hate that annoying git of a girl already and classes haven't even started yet. I just hope that she doesn't get sorted in my house

After I had settled my hurting ass on the comfy seat and locked the door again, I start reading the 'History of magic' where I had left off. Unfortunately that was the second page.

'We will learn about the various Goblin rebellions in this chapter. Goblins are very dangerous creatures. Their evil cunning is unparalleled. Their ruthlessness knows no bounds.'

And your stupidity knows no bounds, you idiots. Why the hell had you handed them your freaking economy in a silver platter.

'A Goblin female can give birth at least 10 times in its lifetime. Their current population is at least thrice of ours. If not for the various purgings of the past…'

I nod off.

AN: I want to introduce Hogwarts in a new chapter so this one is quite short.