In D.A.D.A, the class was looking at a wardrobe that was shuddering as what was inside attempted to escape. "Intriguing, isn't it? Would anyone like to venture a guess... as to what is inside?" Professor Lupin asked.

"That's a boggart, that is," Dean stated confidently.

"Very good, Mr. Thomas. Now, can anybody tell me what a boggart looks like?"

Hermione slipped into class so it looked like no one was paying attention to her. Rather than her attending another class. "No one knows. Boggarts are shape-shifters. They take the shape of whatever a person fears the most. That's what makes them so-"

"So terrifying, yes, yes, yes... Luckily, a very simple charm exists to repel a boggart. Let's practice it now. Without wands, please. After me. Riddikulus!"

"Riddikulus!"

"Very good. A little louder and very clear. Listen: Riddikulus!"

"Riddikulus!"

"Very good. So much for the easy part. You see, the incantation alone is not enough. What really finishes a boggart is laughter. You need to force it to assume a shape you find truly amusing. Let me explain. Neville, would you join me, please? Come on, don't be shy. Come on. Come on."

Neville finally made his way to the front of the class.

"Hello," the Professor greeted lowly, which was actually hilarious. "Neville, what frightens you most of all?"

He mumbled something under his breath.

"Sorry?" Professor Lupin asked.

"Professor Snape," Neville responded more loudly.

Most of the class laughed. Aurora even smiled, letting out an amused breath. Almost a laugh.

"Professor Snape. Yes, he frightens all. And I believe you live with your grandmother?" he asked.

"I don't want it to turn into her, either!" he declared.

"No..." The wardrobe moved again and Lupin glanced at it, turning back and looking truly afraid. "It won't. I want you to picture her clothes. Only her clothes, very clearly, in your mind," Professor Lupin ordered.

"She carries a red handbag..."

Professor Lupin shook his head. "No. We don't need to hear. As long as you see it, we'll see it. Now, when I open that wardrobe... here's what I want you to do. Excuse me." He whispered in Neville's ear and when he finished, Neville looked shocked and excited at whatever he said. "Can you do that?" He smiled, assuming the answer. "Yes. Wand at the ready. One, two, three." He flicked his wand and the wardrobe doorknob turned, opening. Snape stepped out, looking cross as ever. "Think, Neville, think."

Snape walked forward, ready to sass someone out.

"Riddikulus!" Neville yelled. Snape winced, stepping back as he was put in stockings and heels.

"Wonderful, Neville, wonderful!" the Professor praised. "Incredible! Okay... to the back, Neville. Everyone, form a line... Form a line!"

Fear colored Aurora's green eyes and made them dark as night. She slowly made her way to the back of the classroom.

Remus noticed, but he kept lecturing, "I want everyone to picture the thing they fear the very most... and turn it into something funny." He called the ginger up. "Ron! Concentrate. Face your fear. Be brave! Wand at the ready, Ron."

The thin stick pointed at the now-spider, Ron called, "Riddikulus!"

The spider was placed in skates and it fell, unable to keep its balance. The class laughed.

"Yes! You see? Very good, very good! Marvelous! Absolutely, very, very enjoyable! Parvati! Next! Show us what you see. Keep your nerve. Steady," the Professor yelled.

The snake in skates turned into a big-ass snake.

"Riddikulus!" she yelled.

The snake turned into a jack-in-the-box clown. The giant object rocked back and forth slowly.

"And next! Step up, step up! Wonderful, wonderful!"

Harry stepped up to the boggart's sensing zone.

The clown shifted a few times and eventually turned into a Dementor.

Lupin jumped in front of Harry, yelling, "Here!" He wanted to Boggart to reflect his fear rather than Harry's.

It turned into a full moon peaking behind a few clouds. "Riddikulus!" It turned into a balloon and it flew around the room before Lupin used his wand to force it back into the wardrobe. "Right. Sorry about that. That's enough for today. Collect your books from the back. That's the end of the lesson." Everyone groaned, disappointed. Well, everyone except Harry and Aurora. Said redhead was actually the first from the classroom. "Sorry! Sorry! You can have too much of a good thing!"

Aurora stood in potions class, working on a mildly difficult potion. She was squishing the beetles in a mortar when Professor Snape walked up behind her and placed his chilled hands on top of hers, aiding by supplying strength. Aurora smiled to herself. "Professor, I don't believe you are supposed to provide additional support due to favoritism."

He leaned forward, his prick pressing into her behind. "My apologies, Miss Amor. It is difficult when my favorite has such a... tempting form." His hands slid down her skirt, reaching her very intimate zone. Aurora closed her eyes, leaning on the table before her.

"Professor," she ground out.

He removed his hands and continued his rounds.

Aurora shook her head, focusing on the task at hand.

Oh, 2 in one day. I know right?

Anyway, next chapter, first feeding of the year! Aurora needs sexual energy, remember?