Distclaimer: I do not own, all the characters belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Minerva McGonagall's day had started out normal enough. She had woken up, gotten dressed, taken a shower and brushed her teeth. She then had regained her memory of yesterday's sixth year class while calling a house-elf to bring her breakfast up to her room, and had sighed. She had eaten her food morosely after that.

The moment she stepped inside her classroom and glanced at the sixth year students, she'd known this day was going to be just as bad. She often thought of it as her sixth sense. Minerva could feel it in her bones when the day was going to turn for the worse because of student mischief.

Now, her bones were telling her it was going to be a troublesome and tiring day.

Unfortunately, she her bones wouldn't tell her just how bad it would turn out.

"Mr. Seander?"

"Present."

"Ms. Sean?"

"Here, ma'am."

"Miss Tonks?"

Silence.

"Is Miss Tonks present?" Minerva looked around at the faces present in her classroom. No pink hair in sight. "No? Well, where is she then?"

After some asking around, Minerva was forced to come to the conclusion that nobody actually knew. Tonks' friend had last seen her at breakfast, when Tonks had suddenly sat straight with excitement. She had then sprang to her feet and hurried out. No explanation was given for her hasty departure. Minerva herself had eaten breakfast at her own chambers, so she had witnessed none of that.

Minerva rubbed her forehead. Sometimes she wished she had picked a different career. Students caused too much trouble for her. Especially when they went missing.

Sighing, she started her lesson, hoping there weren't any dangers wandering the corridors again. Today Minerva taught them about human transfiguration. The students were supposed to learn how to transfigure their hair. Merlin knows how many students will actually manage to follow the instructions and not set themselves on fire.

Midway during her lecture on the dangers of the Crinus Muto -spell, there was a loud bang at the door.

Oh for Merlin's– Minerva was fully prepared to dish out detention to the one who had disturbed the class (probably Tonks, thought Minerva). She would take no more of mischief this week.

Mimerva spun towards the door, and went still. There, on the doorway, was standing… A statue? It was made of lightcoloured stone, portraying a young woman with an armour and sword. Moving statues were normal in a magical castle, yes, but not like this. They stayed in their places, and didn't barge into classrooms.

She took a wary step forwards, wand ready to cast a curse, if the statue proved to be something malicious.

The stone mouth of the statue opened slowly.

"Uh…" the statue said in a voice that sounded nothing like you would expect a statue to sound. It's voice had a small nervous undertone to it. "No need to point any wands, professor."

Minerva blinked, and took a closer look at it's features. She blinked again. "Miss Tonks?" she asked, a tad bit of incredulity in her voice. On the other hand, she should have guessed that Tonks would come up with something like this.

Tonks took a couple of steps into the classroom, and immediately tripped. She fell face first, and her body hitting the floor made a sound more like clang, instead of a thud.

Soon, however, she was already back on her feet, her previously metal looking hair turning red along with her cheeks.

"Miss Tonks, are you trying to impersonate a statue?" Minerva demanded. This was a completely new idea to her, and it had been a long time from the last time a student had done something so uniequely stupid. The last person to think up something like this had been Sirius Black. And Minerva was very, very grateful that Black hadn't been a metamorphmagus. Had he been, he would have been more of a complete nightmare than he had already been.

Tonks was heading for her seat, managing to stumble once again on the way. "I just wanted to test if it would work…"

"As fascinating as it is to explore the extent of a metamorphmagus' skills, please do it outside of lessons", Minerva told her. Sighing, she took points from Hufflepuff, and then continued the lesson.

As interesting as the matter was to a Transfiguration Mistress, she didn't want to get involved in this. She had a feeling the whole thing would be disastrous.

Then another thing occured to Minerva. The armour looked vaguely familiar… "Where did you get that armour, Miss Tonks?"

The almost faded red of Tonks' cheeks returned once again. "I… Er, borrowed it?"

A.N.: I'm not sure if I like the way this turned out. It doesn't seem as funny as I pictured it in my head...

I'm going to mark this as complete, but I might still continue it, as I have some more written up. I'd hate for it to be for nothing.