Mariana Rosewood had always been a strange girl. But, somehow, people were always drawn to her airy and intuitive spirit no matter how odd they found her.
Some more than others.
When Harry Potter and Mariana Rosewood bumped heads at Hogwarts, they...
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Snape stormed into the classroom and pointed his wand at each window as he passed, closing the large shutter-doors and engulfing the classroom in almost complete darkness.
Mariana observed Snape's mood, tilting her head in observation. It seemed no different than any other day. The only odd thing would be that he was teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, when Lupin should be there instead.
"Turn to page 394." Snape ordered. Mariana spotted Draco flipping the pages hurriedly out of the corner of her eye. In every class they shared together, which wasn't much, the pair sat together, hoping to salvage their relationship.
When you don't see someone that much, it's hard to lose track of their personal lives. Though the Ravenclaw didn't agree with Draco's beliefs, she still loved him like a sister loved a brother. In fact, Draco Malfoy was her first friend. The two met at a dinner party when they were seven, and had been traipsing around together at every Pureblood event since then:Parties, galas, luncheons, holiday dinners.
In her daze, Mariana shot her eyes to Draco's sling and scoffed. She couldn't believe his audacity sometimes, only a fool would actually believe that Buckbeak was dangerous. Draco provoked him first. "I'm still angry with you, by the way."
Draco didn't answer but she knew he heard her by the way his mouth dropped a little, taking the position of a frown. He stole a glance at her and noticed her book wasn't even open.
Sighing, he flipped through it until landing on page 394. "What I'm doing is necessary."
"That's hardly true." And with that, the two were giving each other the silent treatment once more. The pair were so caught up in their own discussion, they didn't realize class had begun.
"But sir, we just learned about red caps and hinkypunks. We're not meant to start that for weeks." Hermione explained, on the edge of her seat, desperate to show Snape up.
Mariana gaze drifted to Harry only to find him already looking at her. He was startled for a second, knowing she had caught him red-handed. However, Mariana didn't think anything abnormal about his behavior.
Instead, she mouthed to him, "We're not meant to learn what for weeks?"
Harry grinned at her. He found it adorable that she wasn't listening, seeing as her grades were nearing perfection, right under Hermione's. "Werewolves."
Mariana nodded, shooting him a thumbs-up.
"Quiet." Snape spat the comment at Hermione, as well as Harry and Mariana for their wordless conversation.
"When did she come in? Did you see her come in?" Ron shouted, pointing at Hermione in confusion. Now that Mariana thought about it, she didn't see her Gryffindor friend enter the class. But, she wasn't going to say anything, she had been preoccupied with her own consultation the whole class period.
"Now, which one of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a Werewolf?"
Snape turned his back on the class as he asked this. Mariana knew, she assumed everyone knew, but she wasn't the type of person to outwardly volunteer herself in class. Hermione, however, was nearly jumping out of her seat to get a chance to show off how far the length of her wisdom stretched. Mariana smiled at her best friend's antics.
"No one? How disappointing." Snape said, feigning dismay. He didn't even try to look, and Hermione's hand was still waving in the air like a crazed kid who ate one too many sweets from Honeydukes.
With this, Mariana raised her hand in the air. Snape seemed pleased. "Miss Rosewood, perhaps you can enlighten us."
"Unfortunately, I cannot. Hermione seems to have the answer though, doesn't she?" Mariana's tone was sweet and airy but her intentions were clear as day. It was a warning, a challenge.
The class snickered at the Ravenclaw, Draco hitting her on the arm in a way of scolding. If it was anyone else, he would have had no problem with her insult, but Snape was practically untouchable to Draco.
"Please, sir. An Animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. A werewolf has no choice. With each full moon, when he transforms, he no longer remembers who he is. He'd kill his best friend if he crossed his path. Furthermore, the werewolf only responds to the call of its own kind."
Draco smirked mischievously and howled, sending the present Slytherin students into a round of titters and giggles. Everyone else, however, was blatantly annoyed. Even Mariana.
She tugged his hair in exasperation as if to say, 'Shut up, Draco.'
"Ow!" He shrieked, immediately silencing when Snape glared at him.
"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. That's the second time... you've spoken out of turn, Miss Granger. Are you incapable of restraining yourself... or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all?"
Mariana's arms crossed in anger. She wasn't surprised, not for a second, this was usual Snape behavior. She just didn't understand why he had to that way. She didn't understand a lot of things, and everyone seemed to think she always had the answer. If only they knew.
"Five points from Gryffindor." With that, Mariana perked up slightly in her seat. She didn't mind the Gryffindors losing points, not a bit, even if her best friend's resided in that house. Last week, a snobbish few of them threw eggs at the entrance to Ravenclaw Tower. Since there was no "witness", it didn't happen. It infuriated Mariana, but no one batted an eye.
"As an antidote to your ignorance, and on my desk, by Monday morning... two rolls of parchment on the werewolf, with emphasis... on recognizing it." Snape ordered. Mariana internally groaned.
"Sir, it's Quidditch tomorrow." Harry defended, hoping to find some way to get out of the homework. Mariana nodded along fervently.
"Then I suggest you take extra care, Mr. Potter. Loss of limb will not excuse you." He drawled, glaring.
A lightbulb dinged in Mariana's head and she began speaking. "You must know that the papers won't get done, Professor. Not only is our knowledge of werewolves severely limited, it is also nearly impossible to come by in the school library. Red caps and creatures of the sort are the only thing permitted openly to the students outside of the classroom. Of course, if there happened to be a book about Werewolves lying about, hard-working students are likely to fuss over it. What I'm saying is, if there's no available information about the topic then you are directly infringing school guidelines and some loud-mouthed peer of mine may let it slip to Dumbledore about your lack of understanding."
Snape studied Mariana for a long, hard moment. All the students held their breath, awaiting Mariana's fate. "You make an excellent point, Mariana. Fine, no parchment on werewolves. However, you may not get by so easily next time."
Mariana sighed, and she felt the appreciation emanating from her classmates. Harry Potter, however, was completely amazed by her brilliant mind.
The boy caught himself in his thoughts and directed it towards Snape's lesson. Mariana was his friend, and he knew that was all she thought of him as. Harry wouldn't let his daydream ruin his relationship. So, he made a new goal.
