Professor McGonagall paced around the room glaring at all the students' petrified faces. There was a long silence before her booming voice scared half the class with, "this student, though a prime and most improved student since arriving here four years, has seemed to slacking off and has been late to several of his classes including mine on many occasions." She continued to pace very slowly, Ron and Harry looked at each other timorously; it had to be one of them.
The class was silent for what seemed like hours, until finally McGonagall swept to her desk and sat down with a sharp grin plastered across her face.
"Mr. Potter, please step up here." The class gasped, Malfoy snickered.
"Professor! You can't!" Hermione stood up, holding Harry back, "we don't know what will happen, once he's transfigured!" Professor McGonagall slipped her spectacles off her face and held the bridge of her nose very frustrated looking. She slowly looked up at Hermione and stood up with wand in hand. Hermione felt a wave of anxiety wash over her and felt for her wand just in case McGonagall has gone insane.
"Miss Granger, I think I have been more than patient with your outbursts and disrespect for me. I am the Professor of this class and that means that what I say goes and no little Miss-Know-It-All can change that!" And the professor raised her wand…
"Professor McGonagall?" Professor Severus Snape stood in the doorway of the chamber, greasy hair blocking half of his face, his arms crossed, "we are needed for an urgent staff meeting in Professor Dumbledore's office." He flashed a glance at Harry and his lip curled.
"Class, we will continue this lesson tomorrow. Please enjoy your lunch. Show me where Snape."
Harry, Ron and Hermione walked swiftly to lunch before bursting with the events that just occurred.
"What in bloody hell happened back there?" asked Ron. Grabbing a turkey leg over Hermione who replied, "I don't know. But McGonagall was not in her right mind. Something is going on…something weird." They both turned to Harry was steadily shoveling food in his mouth, not saying anything.
"Well?" sassed Hermione. Harry looked up at her, "well what?"
"What is your opinion on this matter?"
"I don't wanna talk about it.
"You don't wanna talk about! Cripes Harry, you were almost turned into a frog and you don't want to talk about it? Are you mad?"
"I do not want to talk about!" And he got up and stormed out of the Great Hall, leaving Ron and Hermione opened mouth, in his wake.