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A/N: You guys know the drill, read and review. If you like it, I am so happy. If you don't, please tell me, don't flame me, how I might improve. I'd really appreciate any input you might give me.
Malya walked into Transfiguration, careful to not be seen by Professor McGonagall. She did not want to be seen by her for as long as she possibly could. Unfortunately, McGonagall saw her when she was no more than three feet through the door.
"Miss Matthews," she said sternly. Malya gulped, sighed, and looked at her teacher. She saw that stern look on her face and was instantly petrified.
"Yes, Professor?" she managed to squeak out.
"We will be having no more slip ups like we had the other day, now, shall we?" she asked, approaching Malya.
"No, professor," smiled Malya, trying to keep her breathing at a steady rate.
"Very well, then. You may take your seat," said McGonagall. She pursed her lips, turned on her heel, and walked back to the front of the class.
"Phew," smiled Malya. She quickly took her seat next to Hermoine, whom she had become rapid friends with.
"Frightened?" snickered Hermoine. Malya half chuckled and rested her forehead in the palm of her hands. "Yeah, McGonagall can have that effect on people. Don't worry too much about it. She'll be laughing about it in a few days and you'll be in the clear."
"Thanks, 'Moine, but I somehow don't find much comfort in that because that means I have another few days to wait it out."
"Attention, class," called McGonagall. "Now, today, I have prepared a new lesson for you. I feel that you will enjoy it, and hopefully none of you will make your projects explode." Everyone looked directly at Neville Longbottom. He stared at everyone, a scared look on his face.
"What? Why is it always me?" he asked. The class burst into fits of giggles. Then, McGonagall took to looking at Malya. Malya then began to blush as everyone followed her gaze. All eyes were on Malya Matthew's who was seated in the Gryffendor section, although that was the least of what was going on. Just then, everyone burst into laughter. They hushed as quickly as they had begun because McGonagall had quieted them.
"Miss Matthews?" she said.
"Yes, Professor?" squeaked Malya.
"Two things, dear," she said. "First of all, your face is all red. It looks like a tomato." This caused Malya to blush even more. "Second of all, you're sitting in the wrong section. You are to sit with your fellow Slytherins, not the Gryffindors. For, even though we are supposed to encourage inter-house mingling, I do wish that you would join the rest of your housemates in the Slytherin section for now."
Malya nodded, looked sorrowfully at Hermoine, Harry, and Ron, stood, and proceeded to the Slytherin section. She looked around awkwardly for a spot to sit. Crystal and Lucio were sitting together, but there were also two students closing them in the middle. The only place she saw that was not taken was on one side of Draco. Perfect, she thought. Now I get embarrassed AND I get to sit next to that freak.
After everything was as it should have been, McGonagall proceeded in her teaching.
"Now, today class, I shall be teaching you all about the art of transforming yourself into an animal," she said.
"Is that possible without having to be an animagious?" questioned Malya, raising her hand. Everyone looked at her.
"Of coarse it is, Miss Matthews," said McGonagall.
"Professor McGonagall," said Hermoine raising her hand. "I don't think Malya really understands. You see, I've been reading about the school that she has come from and it has come to my knowledge that students there are not taught to transform into any animal form."
"Thank you for enlightening us, Miss Granger," said McGonagall. Then, she turned to the rest of the class. "Now, I trust that by now you all can produce at least a semi- well done patronous, am I correct?" The class mumbled their answers.
"Good," continued McGonagall. "Now, whatever it may be that your patronous may be, that shall be the form that you take on."
"Oh, so I'm a dragon," smiled Draco.
"Seems to me that you're more suited for a snake," mumbled Malya. Draco called her something under his breath that is too foul for a G rating story. Malya, in turn, kicked him hard under the desk.
"Ow!" cried Draco. The entire class looked at him.
"Problem, Mr. Malfoy?" asked McGonagall.
"No, Professor," said Draco, rubbing his leg.
"Then please do not interrupt me again," said McGonagall. "Now, the way you can changer into your animagious form is by first picturing your patronous in your mind. So everyone, close your eyes and envision that patronous." The entire class closed their eyes.
"Now, take out your wand and, tapping yourself on the head three times, and mutter 'intra patronous'," instructed McGonagall. The class pulled out their wands and attempted the spell. There were several sparks that erupted in the classroom.
Malya opened her eyes and looked around her. She saw that very few had actually managed to successfully transform. In Harry's place stood a grand stag, Hermoine was a gray cat, and Draco was a dragon. She saw Ron frowning, because he hadn't successfully transformed himself into his patronous. But he had managed to sprout a wonderful pair of beautifully designed vulture wings and a beak.
"Um, I think I need some help here, professor," said Ron, still in his form. But no one heard because everyone was looking at Malya. Ron followed the gaze and stared wide-eyed.
"What?" asked Malya, looking around.
"Um, Malya," said the cat-like shape of Hermoine. "You might want to look in a mirror."
"Why?" asked Malya. But McGonagall, who had also been looking at Malya in awe, produced a large mirror of her own. Malya slowly approached the mirror to find herself transformed into,
"A UNICORN!!" she cried. "But-no-what-just..." With that, the unicorn that was Malya fainted.
"Not now, Malfoy," said Hermoine, looking up at the scaly green and blue dragon that was about to make a smarty comment.
A/N: You guys know the drill, read and review. If you like it, I am so happy. If you don't, please tell me, don't flame me, how I might improve. I'd really appreciate any input you might give me.
Malya walked into Transfiguration, careful to not be seen by Professor McGonagall. She did not want to be seen by her for as long as she possibly could. Unfortunately, McGonagall saw her when she was no more than three feet through the door.
"Miss Matthews," she said sternly. Malya gulped, sighed, and looked at her teacher. She saw that stern look on her face and was instantly petrified.
"Yes, Professor?" she managed to squeak out.
"We will be having no more slip ups like we had the other day, now, shall we?" she asked, approaching Malya.
"No, professor," smiled Malya, trying to keep her breathing at a steady rate.
"Very well, then. You may take your seat," said McGonagall. She pursed her lips, turned on her heel, and walked back to the front of the class.
"Phew," smiled Malya. She quickly took her seat next to Hermoine, whom she had become rapid friends with.
"Frightened?" snickered Hermoine. Malya half chuckled and rested her forehead in the palm of her hands. "Yeah, McGonagall can have that effect on people. Don't worry too much about it. She'll be laughing about it in a few days and you'll be in the clear."
"Thanks, 'Moine, but I somehow don't find much comfort in that because that means I have another few days to wait it out."
"Attention, class," called McGonagall. "Now, today, I have prepared a new lesson for you. I feel that you will enjoy it, and hopefully none of you will make your projects explode." Everyone looked directly at Neville Longbottom. He stared at everyone, a scared look on his face.
"What? Why is it always me?" he asked. The class burst into fits of giggles. Then, McGonagall took to looking at Malya. Malya then began to blush as everyone followed her gaze. All eyes were on Malya Matthew's who was seated in the Gryffendor section, although that was the least of what was going on. Just then, everyone burst into laughter. They hushed as quickly as they had begun because McGonagall had quieted them.
"Miss Matthews?" she said.
"Yes, Professor?" squeaked Malya.
"Two things, dear," she said. "First of all, your face is all red. It looks like a tomato." This caused Malya to blush even more. "Second of all, you're sitting in the wrong section. You are to sit with your fellow Slytherins, not the Gryffindors. For, even though we are supposed to encourage inter-house mingling, I do wish that you would join the rest of your housemates in the Slytherin section for now."
Malya nodded, looked sorrowfully at Hermoine, Harry, and Ron, stood, and proceeded to the Slytherin section. She looked around awkwardly for a spot to sit. Crystal and Lucio were sitting together, but there were also two students closing them in the middle. The only place she saw that was not taken was on one side of Draco. Perfect, she thought. Now I get embarrassed AND I get to sit next to that freak.
After everything was as it should have been, McGonagall proceeded in her teaching.
"Now, today class, I shall be teaching you all about the art of transforming yourself into an animal," she said.
"Is that possible without having to be an animagious?" questioned Malya, raising her hand. Everyone looked at her.
"Of coarse it is, Miss Matthews," said McGonagall.
"Professor McGonagall," said Hermoine raising her hand. "I don't think Malya really understands. You see, I've been reading about the school that she has come from and it has come to my knowledge that students there are not taught to transform into any animal form."
"Thank you for enlightening us, Miss Granger," said McGonagall. Then, she turned to the rest of the class. "Now, I trust that by now you all can produce at least a semi- well done patronous, am I correct?" The class mumbled their answers.
"Good," continued McGonagall. "Now, whatever it may be that your patronous may be, that shall be the form that you take on."
"Oh, so I'm a dragon," smiled Draco.
"Seems to me that you're more suited for a snake," mumbled Malya. Draco called her something under his breath that is too foul for a G rating story. Malya, in turn, kicked him hard under the desk.
"Ow!" cried Draco. The entire class looked at him.
"Problem, Mr. Malfoy?" asked McGonagall.
"No, Professor," said Draco, rubbing his leg.
"Then please do not interrupt me again," said McGonagall. "Now, the way you can changer into your animagious form is by first picturing your patronous in your mind. So everyone, close your eyes and envision that patronous." The entire class closed their eyes.
"Now, take out your wand and, tapping yourself on the head three times, and mutter 'intra patronous'," instructed McGonagall. The class pulled out their wands and attempted the spell. There were several sparks that erupted in the classroom.
Malya opened her eyes and looked around her. She saw that very few had actually managed to successfully transform. In Harry's place stood a grand stag, Hermoine was a gray cat, and Draco was a dragon. She saw Ron frowning, because he hadn't successfully transformed himself into his patronous. But he had managed to sprout a wonderful pair of beautifully designed vulture wings and a beak.
"Um, I think I need some help here, professor," said Ron, still in his form. But no one heard because everyone was looking at Malya. Ron followed the gaze and stared wide-eyed.
"What?" asked Malya, looking around.
"Um, Malya," said the cat-like shape of Hermoine. "You might want to look in a mirror."
"Why?" asked Malya. But McGonagall, who had also been looking at Malya in awe, produced a large mirror of her own. Malya slowly approached the mirror to find herself transformed into,
"A UNICORN!!" she cried. "But-no-what-just..." With that, the unicorn that was Malya fainted.
"Not now, Malfoy," said Hermoine, looking up at the scaly green and blue dragon that was about to make a smarty comment.