Luna was sleepy the next morning but not to a point where she couldn't keep her eyelids apart. She did only dress with one sock and accidentally grabbed her two-headed cheeping penguin pen even though it had been established in her first year she couldn't bring it to class. Using it for homework was okay, but quill and ink for class.

She'd also put her screaming lychee earrings in her earlobes and wore a pygmy puff necklace that smelled like horse feathers. In her hair, she'd fastened a barette with a thrashing newt tail. A few people came up to her during breakfast asking why she was wearing a rat's tail.. She'd quickly corrected them in her sweet, earnest way.

Luna had just arrived at Transfiguration. She strode through the doorway with swaying hips. The lychee earrings were humming, making Luna feel vibrations on the lower part of her ears.

McGonagall took one glance at Luna's red eyes and scoffed.

Then she noticed the pen and nearly fell out of her desk. She saved herself the indignity by transforming into a cat. Luna decided to go all the way to McGonagall's desk instead of stopping at her seat.

The cat's eyes were wide as saucers as she stared speechlessly at Luna from her perch on the floor.

The pen shedded a feather, which floated down and landed on the cat's nose. Unable to resist her feline instincts, the cat ate the feather then launched up to sink her teeth into the pen.

McGonagall could not save herself from the indignity of transforming with her teeth sunken into the pen.

Hoots and cheers filled the room as McGonagall removed her mouth from the pen and stood straight.

There was a whistle. "You go, Luna!"

Luna smiled obliviously at her professor. "Whoops."

McGonagall put Spellotape on the two beaks to keep them from irritating her. "Alright, Luna. You may be seated."

Luna sat at her desk. Her pen laid a robin's blue egg. It trembled and chattered.

"Today," McGonagall announced primly, "we shall learn how to bring objects out of books. Mind you, this only works with books that have drawings. Hermione?"

Hermione smiled with tight lips. Flipped her book open to a certain page. Pointed her wand at a gold wedding band, and incanted, "Treasurus rupture." The ring came spinning out of the book and solidified over the drawing that was no more.

"Ahead as always, Miss Granger."

Hermione blushed with pleasure.

"I'm usually stingy with points, but what say you…fifteen points to Gryffindor?"

"Fifteen?" Rob scowled. "That deserves fifty! Draco couldn't do it."

"I'm not concerned with the Malfoy boy and what he can or can't do," McGonagall informed the smartmouth energetically. "I will say my first instinct was to give Miss Granger five points. That's three times my impulse.

"Furthermore, if you wish to keep making comments like that, I am shocked the Sorting Hat didn't put you in Ravenclaw."

Face blazing red, Ron tried to sink down in his seat. Under his breath, he asked, "Harry, can you please summon your Invisibility Cloak?"

Harry thought it was a bad idea, but he flicked his wand. "Accio Invisibility Cloak."

After Ron was settled under the Cloak, McGonagall raised her brow. "Mr. Weasley, since you criticized me for not being free enough with points, how's this? Fifty points from Gryffindor."

"You're mad, lady," Ron rebuked. "I was talking about giving, not taking away."

"Is that so?" McGonagall inquired. "Well, Mr. Weasley, you need to learn not to question authority."

"No, ma'am," disagreed Ron. "If they're doing something they shouldn't, I won't keep silent. That's how Voldemort got power. All the silent lambs."

"In that case, fifty points to Gryffindor," the professor said off-handedly.

"Really?" Ron gasped, flinging his head back so the hood jumped back. Now he was a head floating above his desk.

"You're thinking like an attorney, finding valid loopholes. Can't say I admire your intelligence, but your arguments are quite staggering. Now kindly keep your thoughts to yourself so we can do this lesson." Frostily, she finished, "Without interruption."

Ron's hand came out of the Cloak as he saluted her.

"Turn to page 24 in your books," commanded McGonagall. "The page with the ivory comb."

Seamus complained, "You mean I have to bring a grooming tool out of the book?"

"Knowing you," McGonagall pointed out sharply, "you're going to burn the page before the comb is free. Don't get excited, Mr. Finnigan."

Seamus bit his bottom lip and stared at his wand. "You might be right."

Once McGonagall was satisfied everyone had their book opened to page 24, she instructed her pupils to hold their wands facing the combs on the page, tap the comb twice, then chant, "Treasurus rupture."

Neville whimpered when his book consumed the page.

Seamus flinched when—with a bang!—his book exploded on him. His eye was full of soot. His eyebrow lit on fire. Harry threw a glass of water on him, but the fire burned eternally.

Waving her wrist at Seamus, McGonagall shooed him to the hospital wing when his eyebrow wouldn't quit burning.

Ron made half of his comb come out, but it was stuck by its second half and couldn't be plucked out of the book.

Cho didn't succeed on her first try, but heart-shaped dimples appeared on the comb. Isobel squealed enviously as her comb let out a pig-like grunt before turning mud-brown. Tina's squiggled out of her book and became a dead caterpillar when its removal was complete.

Luna's flashed yellow light from three areas. Her second try pulled it out. Her lychee earrings screamed in horror as she plucked up the comb. The penguin pen shed two feathers as it struggled against the Spellotape to let forth a series of cheeps.

Even though the class was quite eventful and dreadfully noisy, and McGonagall had to send two people to the hospital wing—Seamus and Tina when she tried to put Isobel's comb in her hair and fainted due to poison—McGonagall considered it a success.