A/N: *ducks to avoid being hit with cookies being thrown at her by angry readers* Ok, ok, ok, ok, OK!!! I'm sorry! I got a little stuck you can say... and then I started another fic today... and I was inspired. Yes, I know it's short, but at least it's an update. R&R! :P
Chapter 14: The Return of the Ferret
Hermione and Celia went down to breakfast together the next morning, and sat by Neville.
"Where are Harry and Ron?" asked Neville, as Celia spooned potatoes onto her plate.
"We seem to be asking that question a lot lately, don't we?" said Celia, grinning.
"They're doing their Divination homework in the common room," replied Hermione.
"I'm so glad I don't take that class," said Celia.
"Trust me, you should be," said Hermione.
"Says the one who walked out on that class," remarked Neville.
"What? Little Miss Granger actually walked out on a class? Sure the world is coming to an end!" exclaimed Celia, looking at Hermione wide-eyed. "It was that bad?"
"She's a phony, and I was sick of her predicting Harry's death every three minutes."
"Ah, well, that would suck."
The next couple days went well for the American witch and before she knew it, it was Friday. Ron had announced to Celia and Hermione that he was going to try out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, much to their surprise, and at 5 o'clock, they bid farewell to Harry and Ron as they went to their separate events. Celia looked at Hermione and grinned a little.
"Well, what now?" she asked, just as Neville came up to them.
"Hey Hermione, hey Celia," he said, smiling at them almost shyly.
"What's up Neville?" asked Celia, grinning at him as Hermione said her hello.
"I was wondering if one of you would help me with my Transfiguration…" he said a little hesitantly.
"I'll help ya. I need some help with my Herbology essay anyway," replied Celia, grinning, before looking at Hermione.
"You comin'?" she asked.
"No, I think I'm going up to the common room and knit some more hats," said Hermione brightly. Celia chuckled softly.
"Have fun with that! I'll catch up with ya later, 'k?" she said, waving to her friend before heading off to an empty classroom with Neville.
She grinned at Neville a little before going to the front of the classroom and clearing her throat. She then did her best McGonagall imitation.
"As you very well know, Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic there is," she said, in a voice much like the Scots-British accent their teacher had, while pursing her lips in a very McGonagallish way. Meanwhile, Neville was trying to keep a straight face, sitting in one of the desks as if they were in class and he was listening to a lecture, although he couldn't help but give out a little giggle every now and then. Finally, neither Celia nor Neville could keep a straight face, and they both burst out laughing.
"That was bloody brilliant!" gasped Neville, clutching the stitch in his side and trying not to fall out of his chair.
"Oh my, I need to work on my accent a little. It's a smidge off," she replied, grinning. "But hey, for an American, I don't think that was too bad," she added.
"I almost thought you were her for a moment!" said Neville, grinning, "Which is a little scary."
"Awh come on, McGonagall's not that scary. You just let things go to your mind when you're having trouble with Transfig. Come on, let's get to work. When I'm done with you, you're going to blow her socks off!"
"Well, isn't this just cute?" said a sneering voice from the door.
Celia and Neville spun around and looked at Draco.
"Bug off Malfoy," snarled Celia.
"Oh, getting testy are we?" smirked Draco, "It's the American Mudblood helping the should-be Squib. It's just so disgustingly cute."
"Neville no!" said Celia, grabbing his arm as he pulled out his wand.
"Say whatever you want about me, but don't call her that name!" Neville said fiercely.
"Ooooh, what are you going to do to me Longbottom? Brandish a plant at me?" asked Malfoy, feigning terror.
"You know, I've heard that you make a rather cute ferret, Malfoy. I must admit, I'm rather curious," said Celia, pulling her wand out and tapping the tip of it against her chin as if considering transfiguring him.
"You can't transfigure me into anything," scoffed Malfoy, though with a hint of fear in his voice. "You're not that advanced."
"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure of that," replied Celia, smirking a little. "The American Academy takes pride in producing some of the best Transfigurers in the world."
She flicked her wand a little, sending a couple sparks flying towards Malfoy threateningly. Malfoy unwillingly winced, before glaring at her.
"My father will hear about this," he growled, before turning and leaving the room.
"Your father can kiss my ass!" called Celia after him, before slamming the door to the classroom.
Neville looked at her for a moment.
"Was it true what you said?" he asked.
"What, about the Academy turning out some of the best Transfigurers in the world? Yes," she replied.
"Could you really turn him into a ferret?" he asked, almost with awe.
"Nawh, not at this point. I think the worst I could do to him right now is give him a ferret tail. But it was fun threatening him," she said, grinning a little. "But when I finally can turn a person into a ferret, the first person I'm going to try it out on is him," she added, jabbing her thumb over her shoulder at the door Malfoy had left through. She chuckled a little before looking back at Neville and placing a hand on his cheek.
"That was sweet what you said. But you don't need to try and protect me," she said, looking him in the eye and smiling. Neville blushed, his face becoming a brilliant shade of pink. Celia chuckled, before turning away from him to the desk he had been occupying, where his book lay open.
"What do you say we get to work on some of these spells?"
A/N: Awwwwwwwh, aren't they cuuuuuuuute??? :) :) :)