Crossover

•chapter 16•

"Wait so what's the answer to question 5?" 

"Oh my god Clara!" 

"What!? It's not my fault I suck at potions! I mean why do I even have to take the class, when I could just compel someone or something!" 

Riley, Jeremiah, and I were laying on the ground of the common room with a potions project laid out in front of us. Snape had given us the unexpected, much appreciated  grace of choosing our own partners instead of him choosing for us. We all know who I would've gotten if Snape chose for us. 

"Can you guys please shut up and let me finish my part." Jeremiah groaned out, planting his head in his arms, while shaking it irritably.  

"Well, I'm sorry but I still need help on number 5." I shook my hands in front of my face with frustration. Clara and Jeremiah simply rolled their eyes. 

"How did we get stuck with her?" Jeremiah turned to Riley with pitied eyes. 

"Honestly I don't know. I'd rather take Malfoy over her." 

"Guys! That is the biggest insult ever! How dare you want Malfoy over me!" I put a hand to heart, feigning hurt as Riley looked over question 5 for me. 

"Honestly, at least Malfoy knows the difference between salt and sugar." Jeremiah grumbled under his breath, reminding me of that very low point of the morning.

"Hey! That was one time AND I was sleep deprived. Salt is white and flaky, sugar is also white and flaky. There's really not much to  tell the difference from." I defended, keeping my attention on Riley who was furrowing her eyebrows at my answers and lack of answers. 

"Yeah yeah, it's not like the big 'salt' and 'sugar' logo and each bottle wasn't a dead give away." Jeremiah snapped back, rolling his eyes simultaneously. 

"Wait wait," Clara called out holding out her hand in front of her to silence both of us, "this question is so confusing." 

"That's what i'm saying! Thank you!" I burst out, holding my hand out in front of Riley for a high five, that she did not return. I pretended to high five my own hand, while sweetly smiling a fake smile at Jeremiah. 

"Whatever." He grumbled. 

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"Professor Lupin? You called for me?" I timidly knocked on the door to Lupin's office before pushing the door open. 

"ah yes. Clara. I needed to ask you something that other night, but obviously didnt get the chance. Sit." 

Oh right. I briefly remembered that night when Lupin burst into the shack. He was asking for me? 

I made my way to the seat that Lupin had pointed at, and sat in it. 

"um- I don't know- i-" Lupin stumbled over his words, clearly finding it hard to form whatever sentence he was planning to form. I wrinkled my eyebrows in confusion at his weird behavior. 

He was usually a pretty calm and collected person. I don't think I've ever seen him this nervous or fidgety. 

"Sir?" I prompted, questionably. 

"Uh right yeah. Dumbledore informed me of a uh uh," Lupin swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat before clearing his throat nervously and continuing, "a hybrid? Something that can control when they turn." 

"Uh yeah?" 

I was completely lost at this point. Why was he telling me this? 

"So, I was wondering how you could become a hybrid." Lupin rapidly spat out his sentence as his face turned an even brighter shade of red.