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"Bloody hell, Ron, hurry up! We're late for McGonagall's class again, she's gonna skin us alive!" stammered Harry Potter, throwing his tie around his neck and running out of the Gryffindor common room.
"Cripes, Harry. I can move but only so fast, I did gain a few pounds over summer holidays; unlike someone who went on worldwide adventures with an Azakban fugitive and developed quite the six pack. I'm sure you could run around the grounds a good five times without breaking a sweat!" complained Ron Weasley, trying to keep up with the Boy Who Lived.
"Well, term has only been in session a month and we've been late to Tranfiguration three times already. I'm sure well get detention or points taken away this time." When Ron and Harry reached the classroom, Professor McGonagall was waiting at the door arms crossed and a stare on her face that would turn Dumbledore to stone.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley. So wonderful for you to join us on this glorious morning! Please come sit down and we will continue our lessons," and she led Harry and Ron to their seats and walked up to the front of the class picking up a stone off the floor. "Today we will transform this peeble into a frog. Repeat after me while rolling your wrist: 'Gogaelus Regaleum'."
"Gogaelus Regaleum! Gogaelus Regaleum"
"No, no Longbottom. Enunciate, GO-gaul-us Reg-AL-e-um."
"Good wrist movements Finnigan!"
"Okay class stop. Someone finally got it. Miss Granger, turn it back and demonstrate to the class the correct form again." Moans of disgust were muttered as Hermione retransfigured the stone and slowly turned it back into a frog.
"Very well done! Now class trying it again." This time most of the class formed a frog and returned it to it's original form, "Now class I have a special surprise for you. I am going to transfigure something that hasn't been done in this class before…one of you." Everything went silent. Hermione slowly raised her hand.
"Yes, Miss Granger?"
"Ma'am, is that legal? If I remember correctly. Transfiguration of students is strictly prohib--"
"YOU QUESTION ME, GRANGER? FIVE POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR! ANYMORE FOOLHARDY REMARKS?" snapped Professor McGonagall. Draco Malfoy let out a snicker and McGonagall swung around toward him. "Did you say something Mr. Malfoy?
"No, no Professor. Just clearing my throat, I apologize." swooned Malfoy with a wide grin on his face.
"Well wipe that silly grin off your face, then boy. Now let us continue," said the professor looking around at the petrified fifth years. "Who shall be the lucky one, hmmm? Longbottom? No, he gets into enough trouble as it is. Miss Granger? I should for that snide remark you bolstered out. But no, I have someone better in mind."