Disclaimer; As always, Coralie and Angus Bennett, Kiki Soho, Miranda Perry, Cory Noble, Shelena Millen and the plot are owned by yours truly. The title is owned by Taylor Swift, the song lyrics by All time low and anything else by J.K Rowling.
Strange maze, what is this place?
I hear voices over my shoulders.
Nothing's making sense at all.
Wonder, why do we race?
This chapter is dedicated to two very special people,
Firstly to Anna; Happy Birthday beautiful :)
And secondly to Dani; My thoughts are always on you, Please get better darling.
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“Good morning Miss Bennett. It's good to see you finally decided to grace us with your presence," the Hogwarts Transfiguration teacher, Professor McGonagall, said as a wild haired Coralie finally burst into the classroom, already half an hour late. A few people sniggered before diverting their eyes back to the forbidding Professor, who was handing out the necessities for today's lesson.
Coralie glanced around the room for a spare seat and found one at the very front row next to Cory. Sliding in next to him, he sent her a weak smile before pulling out his wand and starting on the set task.
"Why were you late, Miss Bennett?" McGonagall asked, not unkindly, before handing her what looked to be a common silver spoon.
"I slept in and then I didn't know where to go,” Coralie explained feebly, blushing to the roots of her blonde hair, “but one of the third years pointed me in the right direction."
McGonagall gave a stiff nod and continued to walk around the classroom, handing out more cutlery to her students. Coralie let out a sigh of relief and grabbed out her Transfiguration book, flipping it to the page she needed. The spell that today's class was focusing on was pretty simple, something Coralie could master in no time. She lightly tapped her wand on the metal spoon and muttered the spell. Within seconds, the spoon had disappeared and now a small yellow canary stood, chirping happily in it's place.
Coralie smiled to herself; sure she'd turned up late but she had successfully finished the spell before anyone else. She quickly raised her hand and McGonagall slowly made her way over. "Well done Miss Bennett,” McGonagall praised, impressed. “Change it back and repeat it until everyone's finished."
Coralie nodded to show she understood, and returned the canary to it's original form, before repeating the spell. Standing on the desk in place of the spoon once more, was a perfect canary. Three transfigurations later, there was suddenly a high-pitched squeal and everyone turned to face the culprit, half expecting to see a girl. Coralie was shocked when Peter Pettigrew's round face blushed a bright red colour. Sitting on the chair next to him (where Lupin should of been) was a canary, much like ones that were meant to be the result of the spell they were learning.
"What on Earth has happened here?" Professor McGonaagall demanded curtly. A few people shrugged, while Black and Potter burst into fits of loud, uncontrollable laughter, which earned them an irritated glare from the Professor..
"Nice one Wormtail," Black sniggered, clamping Peter on the back.
"Is that...Mr. Lupin?" McGonagall asked weakly.
A few people nodded warily, and McGonagall's face reflected one of shock. "Miss Bennett, if you would be s kind, would you please take Mr. Lupin to the Hospital Wing and explain what happened? Both of you will be excused from classes until Madam Pompfrey is sure he's back to normal."
Coralie nodded, stashing both her and Remus' books into their respective school bags, before she quickly exited the classroom. Remus flew, purposefully depositing a smelly present on Peter's sandy head, before catching up to her. As the two of them made the way through the corridors, Coralie found she was struggling not to burst into fits of giggles for the sake of Remus's pride. It was proving to be harder than she thought, especially when he accidentally flew into a suit of armour.
When the doors of the hospital wing finally came into view, Coralie breathed a sigh of relief, and she was pretty sure Remus did too. Madam Pompfrey sat behind her desk, scribbling something down on what looked to be a students file.
"Uh..hello,” Coralie said timidly, “we were in Transfiguration and Remus here unfortunately got hit with a spell... McGonagall said to come here?"
Madam Pompfrey, the kindly matron, glanced up from her desk. Her green eyes widened at the sight of the bird sitting on the counter, then her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Pursing her lips, she placed her quill and parchment down, before opening and closing her mouth a few times. Coralie fought back the overwhelming urge to laugh...sure, this situation was odd but Madam Pomphrey looked like a fish.
"This way, Mr. Lupin," she managed to say, standing up and walking over to one of the beds. "I swear, if I had a galleon for every time a spell has gone wrong at this school, I'd be a millionaire."
“Coralie?”
Coralie looked up from the out of date copy of Witch Weekly she was reading in the Hospital Wing waiting room to see Remus, shuffling out of the Wing in his normal human form. She suppressed a giggle. “Hi,” she said, keeping a straight face.
"Hey, thanks for taking me to the Hospital Wing," he said, giving Coralie an embarrassed smile as he sat down next to her.
Coralie smirked slightly. "Hospital Wing...” she mused out loud, “that name couldn't be more fitting for your case."
Remus snorted, before laughing along with Coralie. "What class do you have now?" he asked, rumaging through his bag.
"Potions, I think,” Coralie said, recalling her timetable. “You?"
"Same," Remus replied after a few seconds and pulling his own slightly crumpled timetable from his bag. "Dungeons are this way then," he said cheerily, pointing down the corridor to the left. He smiled and the two of them walked in an awkward silence until they reached the rest of their classmates, who were milling around outside, what Coralie assumed was, the door to the Potions classroom. Coralie immediately saw Mary, who was absent-mindedly flipping through her Potions book and stood next to her, while Remus continued without a backward glance to stand with the rest of The Marauders.
"How'd it go?" Mary asked, looking up from her book, a small smirk playing on her lips.
"All good," Coralie replied happily. Both girls smiled and followed the potions professor, Professor Slughorn, into the classroom. Coralie sat in between Mary and Lily, who were apparently both extremely good at Potions, She suddenly felt sick - not only did she struggle with Potions, she was now stuck between to people who were expectantly brilliant at it.
Perhaps it wasn't too late to pull out...?
Authors Note; I'm sorry this is late again but I've been planning to write this chapter for ages but nothing seemed right. I know it's an incredibly horrible chapter but my creativity levels have sinked remarkably, I'm just not myself at the moment to be honest. I know it's super short too which sucks but I promise I will make up for absolutely everything that this chapter lacks in Chapter Six which I absolutely promise will not take this long to get out. Enough with that thought, Thank you all so much for reading and to all six of you who have favourited already, you are amazing people, really you are. Please leave a review!
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