Sorry it has been so long since I've updated. I've been really busy lately. I hope that you like the new chapter!
"Whoo! I think we found the room!" I proclaimed as we reached a door with a wooden sign by it that kept turning from a sign into a toad and back again.
"Are you sure?" asked Peter, eying the sign nervously. "It could just be a ghost haunting it."
"Yes, I'm sure it's not a ghost haunting the sign," I replied, rolling my eyes.
"Come on Peter, ghosts don't do that kind of thing," said Remus with a smile.
"B-b-but bogarts do!" whimpered Peter.
"Come on Peter, you can't possibly be most afraid of a wooden sign turning back and forth into a toad," muttered James.
"N-n-no, but how do I know that one of you isn't afraid of that?"
"I'm pretty sure we all swear that we aren't afraid of a wooden sign or toads," muttered Sirius, shoving Peter into the room. "See. All's good," said Sirius as we stepped into the large room. It had a high ceiling and not as many animals in it as you'd think. There was only one covered cage in a corner of the room. The cage was making small rattling noises that foretold of something being kept in it. Otherwise the room was deserted.
"W-why is no one here?" asked Peter. Clearly he was starting to lose it.
"Well, we are here quite early," I said.
"Only twenty minutes early," Sirius said. "Who's bright idea was it again to come up here this early?"
"It was mine," mumbled Remus. "I had no idea how long it would take us to find this place."
"Oh… yeah," muttered Sirius, searching for something that he might be able to call Peter out on. Peter's little freak out session had annoyed him and Sirius already wasn't in a good mood.
Twenty minutes later the bell rang and Sirius still hadn't gotten all of his anger out and was now sitting next to me towards the end of the table. About twenty to thirty more people and entered the room and at some point, so did a cat which was now sitting on the teacher's desk.
"Sirius," I whispered, "chill. Everyone can see that annoyed look you have on your face."
"Well sorry!" he snapped. A few heads turned to look around at who was talking.
"I didn't mean it as anything," I whispered, trying to get Sirius to catch on and lower his voice a little. The teacher wasn't there yet and I didn't know how much longer we would be without.
Slowly the class erupted into chaos. Or maybe quickly it did. Students were starting to speculate about where the teacher was when seemingly out of thing air appeared an older looking woman with spectacles.
"Where did she come from!?" asked one bewildered student.
"Where's the cat?" wondered another.
"Class!" said the woman in a stern sounding voice. Her voice actually went with her face, she had a stern looking face. The face of someone you wouldn't want to make cross. "I am your professor, Professor McGonagall. You may have noticed that I just appeared here or you may not of considering some of your attention spans. Either way, I used a sort of transformation where I transfigured from a cat into a human. Any questions? No? Good, let's get on with our first lesson." Said Professor McGonagall, uncovering the cage. "Today we will turn rats into cups. Now everyone take a rat."
Ten minutes later everyone had a rat and was starting to practice the spell. No one had made any changes to their rat. Until I muttered the spell just right. Slowly a change was occurring.
"Remus! Look something is happening!" I whispered excitedly to my friend as I watched the transformation unfold.
"Isn't it supposed to be faster than that?" pondered Remus.
"I think so but let's see what happens." By now Sirius and James had turned to watch. Slowly, the rat was getting fatter. And it got fatter. And fatter.
"Oh no, I do say I think it is going to explode," whispered Remus.
"DUCK AND COVER!" James shouted as we all ducked under the table. With a very loud bang, the rat did explode.
"Oh no!" I cried out as I poked my head above the table. There were at least ten people who had gotten splattered with entrails. One of which just had to be Peter.
"Miss Atria," said Professor McGonagall calmly but with a hint of anger or annoyance, "Would you mind telling me what you just did." The question was more of a command.
"Umm… I don't know! I was practicing the spell and then the rat started growing bigger and fatter and then it just uhh…"
"Exploded everywhere!" said Sirius, starring bewilderedly at the spot where the rat once lived.
"I'm very sorry!" I said in dismay.
"It's alright," sighed the professor as she walked over to the table and muttered the spell that cleaned up the mess. The entrails came off of everything and everyone who had been splattered with them were then unscathed. Well, everyone except Peter.
"I'm sorry Peter," Professor McGonagall said to the now crying boy, "they just won't come off, you're just going to have to go to the hospital wing." She then turned to me, "Lena, since you're the one who did this you can walk him down there. I don't need any more exploding rats in this classroom today."
"Okay Professor McGonagall," I said to her, "Come one Pete." I grabbed the crying boy by the hand and lead him out of the room and into the hall.
Half an hour and a lot of wrong turns later, we met a nice guy in a painting who lead the way down to the hospital wing.
"Thank you good sir!" I cheerily said to the man after he deposited us at our destination.
"You're very welcome ma 'dam!" he replied back with a bow.
"That was one nice painting," I said to Peter who was still icky looking. "I'm really sorry about what happened to you," I apologized. At some point around going around the twentieth wrong corner he had stopped talking to me.
I pushed open the doors to the hospital wing and they opened with a squeak. After taking a few steps into the large room a squat woman appeared.
"What happened to you!" exclaimed the woman.
Peter refused to reply so I replied for him, "I uhh… accidentally blew up a rat when practicing transfiguration. Professor McGonagall tried to remove the entrails from him several times and it just wouldn't work," I said embarrassed about telling the story to another person.
"Oh! This happened a couple years ago. Apparently the spells for blowing up and transforming a rat are very similar," the witch chuckled. "You can go now Miss…?"
"Atria."
"Atria," she repeated. "Just go back to your dormitory, classes will be over shortly for today and I can take care of your friend."
"Thank you and good afternoon," I said as I left. I chuckled a bit after I left. 'What a day!' I though. 'So many odd things.' I smiled as I walked all the way back to the Gryffindor tower, I did not get lost.