*Yay! Chapter 7!

Clara bit her tongue. It was lunch, and she hadn't seen John since the morning. Clara had a feeling bad feeling about something.

Clara continued eating in silence, at least until Hermione sat down across from her. Clara could practically feel the pride vibes emanating from Hermione.

Hermione took a bite of her food and sighed. "Clara," she started, "Is John OK?"

The question kind of threw Clara off guard. She gulped. "Why wouldn't he be?"

Hermione straightened herself. "I'm sure he told you about what happened in Divination."

Clara nodded, then frowned. "Well, sort of. He told me a bit, I sorta had to piece it together myself from all the gossip."

Hermione nodded. "Did you hear about today DADA's class?"

Clara clenched her jaw, but nodded slowly. "I heard a students ran out of class… Was it John?"

Hermione took another bite of her food, then looked down and sighed. "His Boggart was weird. It didn't go away when professor Lupin stepped in front of it," Hermione looked back up, to stare Clara right in the eye. "And," Hermione added, "It seemed to have a weird effect on John. Lupin found him in a hallway. He was in the hospital wing for a bit."

Clara lurched out of her seat. "We need to go visit him!"

Hermione shook her head wildly. "Oh, no! He's out now. He did miss a class though. But, I'm guessing you haven't seen him."

"I haven't seen him in a long time. He's been sort of distant since the beginning of the year," Clara said.

"Watch him," Hermione said slowly. "I think something's going on. First the Dementor, then Divination class, then the Boggart?"

Clara held her breath and slowly exhaled. She looked around. "Where are Ron and Harry?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "They're boys, what'd you expect?"

"Um, have you met Ron? He would marry a chicken if he could. Ron would almost never miss out on food."

Hermione frowned at her comment. "Clara, you are very… strange."

Clara laughed. "Been called that before."

Then, John, Harry, and Ron walked into the Great Hall. the room went silent as they looked at the three boys with curiosity.

The boys took a seat beside Clara. Clara looked at John with worry.

"What?" he asked, while picking his food.

"Are you OK?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because of DADA-"

"Hey," Ron interrupted. "What was your Boggart?"

Hermione elbowed him in the arm for his rudeness, but Clara could tell that she was thinking the same thing. They all were.

John shrugged. "Not what I thought it would be."

Harry peered at him. "And what exactly did you think it would be?"

John stared at his food for a second. "A Dementor."

"Oh."

Clara smiled sympathetically at John. Even the word Dementor brought chills to Clara. And yet, Clara still had not told anybody about what happened… Except for Malfoy, but that didn't count. Then again, It didn't really matter now, because she was alive right now.

Clara shook the thoughts out of her head. She repeated Ron's question, just gentler this time. "John, what was your Boggart?"

John gulped. "The Untempered Schism."

"What?" Everybody asked at once.

John stared at up and frowned. "It's a rift in Time and Space."

"Excuse me?" Hermione asked. Clara had to admit, she was a little confused.

John waved his hand about. "It's complicated, you wouldn't understand."

Hermione crossed her arms. "Try me."

John smiled. "Ok, then. The Untempered Schism as I said, is a rift in Time and Space, It's a hole where you can see the whole of creation. All of Time and Space pours through your head. Everything, all at once."

Clara gaped, and Hermione let out a scoff.

"John, even if that were real, how do you know so much about it?"

John screwed up his face in concentration. "I don't know sometimes," he admitted. "It's just- I knew, the moment I looked into it. That's why I had to run, for one moment, I knew everything that happened, must happen, and what must not happen. It hurt."

Clara closed her eyes. This all seemed so familiar, yet she couldn't place it.

Hermione didn't seem pleased. "Give it back to professor McGonagall," she demanded.

John instantly reached for his pocket, then gingerly brought it back to his fork.

"I'm sorry, bring what back to professor McGonagall?" Harry asked.

Hermione ignored him, and stared at John. "I have a feeling that this isn't about some fake schism, but instead about you fooling around! Give it back!"

"What are you talking about?" Clara pressed.

"John!" Hermione ordered. "You will drop the extra courses, and return it to professor McGonagall! You obviously don't know how to handle something so important!"

"Oh and you do?" John shot back.

Hermione stood silenced for a second. "Yes, John I do," she managed.

"I'm not dropping the classes! I get A's!" John said.

Clara banged her fist on the table. "Could you all please shut up?"

Hermione and John instantly closed their mouths. Ron snorted.

"Clara, you just completed the impossible."

"There's a reason why I'm called the Impossible Girl."

John banged his forehead with his hand. "I've heard that before!" He hit his head again. "Where did I hear that before?"

Hermione slapped him. "Could you just-?"

John smiled, "Nope!" He frowned immediately after, "Also, why is always the women that hit me?"

Clara took in a sharp breath. "Keep going, and I'm going to smack you."

John stood up abruptly, and shouted, "The Snog Box! That's what she called it!" This earned some weird looks from all over.

"Get, period, down, exclamation mark!" Clara commanded.

But, John ran off. Clara sighed.

"What was that about?" Harry asked.

Clara slumped her forehead against the table, then came back up with a shy smiled. "Boys and hormones?" she reasoned.

"Eew. Honestly Clara! The things you say!" Hermione complained.

Clara shook her head. "You can't blame me, I'm twelve."

Ron and Harry looked at her with wide eyes. They quickly picked up their things.

"Uh, we've ugh, gotta go," Harry said quickly. They walked off.

Clara looked back at Hermione, who looked disgusted, and smiled. "See? Boys and hormones."