Coup de Foudre [Fred Weasley] [4]

⚡️ Chapter 43 ⚡️

Thursday rolled around and Vega found herself sitting in their morning Transfiguration class. It was the end of the lesson and they were already finished with their work for the day – the guinea fowl they had been Transfiguring into guinea pigs had already been shut away in a large cage in Professor McGonagall's desk, where Neville's fowl still had some feathers left that needed to be fixed.

Describe, with examples, the ways in which Transforming Spells must be adapted when performing Cross-Species Switches

The entire class had already gotten done with copying down their homework from the blackboard, and the bell was due to ring any moment, and unlike her friends, Vega had Muggle Studies after.

Everyone was already trailing away with their thoughts and Vega trying to be discreet under her desk as she flipped through the pictures that Colin Creevey had handed to her – even though she was sure that she didn't want pictures of a dishevelled herself trying to get past the Horntail.

"Potter! Weasley!
Will you pay attention?"

Professor McGonagall's irritated voice cracked like a whip through class room, and Vega quickly hid away the pictures, relieved she wasn't the one caught. She glanced over her shoulder to see that Harry and Ron – who were sitting at the very end – jumped when they heard their Head of House.

The two boys had been having some sort of sword fight with a couple of Fred and George's fake wands. And when they looked up, Ron was holding a tin parrot and Harry had a rubber haddock.

"What are they up to?" Vega said lowly, shaking her head at them as she stuffed the pictures away into her bag – next to her, Hermione raised her eyebrows at the girl.

"Now that Potter and Weasley have been kind enough to act their age," Professor McGonagall said, with an angry look at the pair of them as the head of Harry's haddock drooped and fell silently to the floor – Ron's parrot's beak had severed it moments before. "I have something to say to you all,"

"The Yule Ball is approaching – a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and an opportunity for us to socialise with our foreign guests. Now, the ball will be open only to fourth years and above –although you may invite a younger student if you wish –"

While Vega had to fight against herself to keep her shock to manifest on her face, Lavender Brown freely let out a shrill giggle. Parvati Patil nudged her hard in the ribs, her own face working furiously as she, too, fought the urge to giggle. Vega saw that they peered at Harry and frowned in wonder.

However, Professor McGonagall ignored the two girls, seemingly expectant of such a behaviour, and she continued to speak about this strange Yule Ball that Vega didn't want to be a part of at all –

"Dress robes will be worn, and the ball will start at eight o'clock on Christmas Day, finishing at midnight in the Great Hall. Now then –"

Professor McGonagall stared deliberately around the class, and to Vega, it seemed as if she herself was trying to keep her expressions straight – but to not frown, rather than giggling like Lavender.

That would've been absurd.

"The Yule Ball is of course a chance for us all to – er – let our hair down," Professor McGonagall said finally, in a rather disapproving voice. Vega was starting to feel embarrassed.

Lavender giggled harder than ever, with her hand pressed hard against her mouth to stifle the sound. Vega tried to understand what was funny this time – was it Professor McGonagall, with her hair in a tight bun, and looked as though she had never let her hair down in any sense ever?