Coup de Foudre [Fred Weasley] [3]

⚡️ Chapter 15 ⚡️

Vega was not surprised to see that, in no time at tall, Defence Against the Dark Arts had become most people's favourite class. She herself looked forward to this class every week eagerly. Only Draco Malfoy and his gang of Slytherins had anything bad to say about Professor Lupin.

"Look at the state of his robes," Malfoy would say in a loud whisper as Professor Lupin passed. "He dresses like our old house elf,"

But no one else cared that Professor Lupin's robes were patched and frayed. His next few lessons were just as interesting as the first, and that was all what everyone talked about after his class.

Following Boggarts, they studied Red Caps, nasty little goblin-like creatures that lurked wherever there had been bloodshed: in the dungeons of castles and the potholes of deserted battlefields, waiting to bludgeon those who had gotten lost. Vega was intrigued but Ron wasn't quite a fan.

From Red Caps they moved on to Kappas, creepy water-dwellers that looked like scaly monkeys, with webbed hands itching to strangle unwitting waders in their ponds.

While their Defence Against the Dark Arts classes were going wonderful, the same couldn't said for Potions – Snape was in a particularly vindictive mood these days, and no one was in any doubt why.

The story of the Boggart assuming Snape's shape, and the way that Neville had dressed it in his grandmother's clothes, had travelled through the school like wildfire. Snape didn't seem to find it funny. But Vega pointed out that there weren't many things that amused Snape anyway.

Snape's eyes flashed menacingly at the very mention of Professor Lupin's name, and he was bullying Neville worse than ever. Vega was on the verge of blowing up and going to Dumbledore about it.

It didn't help that Vega was feeling a bit of fatigue due to the workload she placed on herself.

Talking about Professor Lupin, Vega wasn't quite sure what was up with him still. She had wondered if she could ask him about his fear but then felt like it was a very personal question to ask someone.

On the other hand, Vega was growing tired of spending lessons in Professor Trelawney's stifling tower room, deciphering lopsided shapes and symbols, trying to ignore the way Professor Trelawney's enormous eyes filled with tears every time she looked at the black-haired girl or Harry.

Although Vega had hoped to be nice to Professor Trelawney, she wasn't sure what to say when the teacher treated her with respect bordering on reverence by many of the class, just like with Harry.

Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown had taken to haunting Professor Trelawney's tower room at lunch times, and always returned with annoyingly superior looks on their faces, as though they knew things the others didn't. They had also started using hushed voices whenever they spoke to Vega and Harry, as though they were on their deathbed. Vega wasn't sure why she was being involved.

Nobody really liked Care of Magical Creatures, which, after the action-packed first class, had become extremely dull. Hagrid seemed to have lost his confidence, much to Vega's disappointment.

They were now spending lesson after lesson learning how to look after flobberworms, which had to be some of the most boring creatures in existence, even to Vega, who still tried to be excited.

"Why would anyone bother looking after them?" Ron complained, after yet another hour of poking shredded lettuce down the flobberworms' throats.

"You can blame Malfoy for that," Vega muttered as she gently fed the lettuce to her group of flobberworms. "The least we can learn from this is patience... and you need that, Ron,"