Professor McGonagall leaned forward over her desk, her eyes narrow under her glasses, and her hands spread wide on the heavy oak desk. Her thin lips were pulled tight and her cheeks flushed an unhealthy shade of red. Harry looked down at his feet and willed the floor to swallow him up. Maybe there was a spell for that sort of thing. Ron stood next to him, his back straight and his chin jutting into his chest. He too looked as though he wanted the floor to swallow him up.
"Well, explain yourself!" she snapped. Harry coughed, keeping his eyes on the floor; Ron was curiously out of words too. "How dare you? Transfiguration is not for use on ANYTHING!" she said. Her voice rising as she yelled at them. Harry flinched, this was it, he and Ron were going to be thrown out! He remained silent; any word spoken now would make her even angrier. "You'll be spending the next week in detention with Professor Trelawney and I never want to hear about you turning her teacups into frogs again, do I make myself clear?" Silence, "Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes," both boys nodded. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all…