Instead of taking divination like Ron, Harry, and Hermione, Evelyn took the study of ancient runes as her elective. Not only were ancient runes something that fascinated her, she simply had no interest in predicting the future. Hunters take things as they come, and the future could change so easily, so she didn't see the point. Her other elective, of course, was the care of magical creatures.
She found Mrs. Babbling to be quite interesting. She was excited to learn about runes. They were from a time when magic was more connected to the world and to true power, so the runes all made sense to her as a Hunter, almost as natural as her Hunter tongue. Needless to say, she excelled in class on the first day. Hermione was there, though Evelyn was unsure of how, because she was supposed to be in Divination. She didn't question it.
After that, they headed to Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. Evelyn heard about the prediction of Harry's death. She didn't think much of it, but the rest of the class was a bit off, and she was the only one impressed by McGonagall's transformation into a cat. She was amused when McGonagall informed them that Trelawny predicted the death of one student a year.
Finally, they went to the class that Evelyn was looking forward to most: care of Magical creatures. They had the class with Slytherin.
Evelyn gasped in awe as Hagrid introduced a Hippogrif. She had seen them before and knew how to treat them, but they still inspired a sense of majesty. Evelyn watched Harry go first. Harry flew off on the Hippogrif.
When it was Evelyn's turn, she knelt on her knee and said softly, "henasal." The grand beast fluffed its feathers and bowed to her. She stood and offered her hand. It let her pet its head. It then turned to the side and she climbed on its back, resting her hands on its neck. It took off, with her holding on. She had never actually ridden one before. It was different than riding anything else, so much smoother and more majestic. She loved it.
When she landed, Draco was just getting mauled by a Hippogrif. She rushed over, "venaser, he doesn't know!" The beast turned on her, screeching angrily. She put her hands out, palms up. "Venaser." It was a word of apology for someone else, perfect for this situation. The Hippogrif ruffled its feathers and tossed its head, nudging her. She laughed a bit, "marsela," it was an endearing term.
Hagrid rushed Draco to the infirmary. Evelyn leaned against the tree as the other students gossiped. She was furious with Draco, how could he be so stupid? The others seemed to sense her fury and left her alone, except for Neville.
"How did you do it?" Neville asked, standing a few feet away. "How did you stop the angry Hippogrif?" Evelyn leaned her head back. "I shouldn't have. I should have let Malfoy learn the lesson himself." Neville shifted nervously, "but how?" "I apologized for him. He didn't deserve it," her anger gave way to regret, and a pained look. "I can't believe I did that..." She felt horrible for using the language for someone who didn't deserve it.
Neville clearly didn't understand, how could he? But she smiled at him when he tried to make her feel better.
As soon as class was over, Evelyn went straight to the infirmary. "Draco Malfoy, you moron!" She stomped over to where he was sitting with his arm in a sling. He looked startled, "Evelyn?" She had to stop several yards away, shaking with fury, to keep herself from hitting him.
Ernie rushed in at that moment, putting his hand on Evelyn's shoulder. "He doesn't know, Evelyn. Ma Seren, be at peace." Evelyn turned on him, "you don't know the real meaning behind those words!" Ernie stepped back, but he didn't seem upset. Evelyn was frozen in shock at what he said next.
"Kirena Asanath." Not directly translatable, but best described as: Do not be angry at those who do not deserve it.
Evelyn blinked, then shook her head, her anger leaving her. "Of course. Molita, (a strong apology), forgive me." Evelyn left the infirmary and went straight out over the moor, ashamed of herself.