Over the weeks Eurielle and the rest of the students were loaded down with work and the lessons became increasingly harder. She didn't mind all that much as she was a gifted witch and very intelligent, often receiving points for her house during classes.
The thought of Sirius coming back north never left her mind unfortunately, she owled her grandmother telling her of the news. She agreed to keep an eye out just in case he was stupid enough to drop by the Truelove's.
Eurielle hoped he wasn't.
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Professor Moody had announced that he would be putting the Imperius Curse on each of them in turn, to demonstrate its power and to see whether they could resist its effects. "But — but you said it's illegal, Professor," said Hermione uncertainly as Moody cleared away the desks with a sweep of his wand, leaving a large clear space in the middle of the room.
"You said — to use it against another human was —" "Dumbledore wants you taught what it feels like," said Moody, his magical eye swiveling onto Hermione and fixing her with an eerie, unblinking stare. "If you'd rather learn the hard way — when someone's putting it on you so they can control you completely — fine by me. You're excused. Off you go."
He pointed one gnarled finger toward the door. Hermione went very pink and muttered something about not meaning that she wanted to leave. Eurielle smirked, her upturned eyes moving to the bushy haired girl, knowing Hermione would rather eat bubotuber pus than miss such an important lesson.
Moody began to beckon students forward in turn and put the Imperius Curse upon them. Eurielle watched as, one by one, her classmates did the most extraordinary things under its influence. Dean Thomas hopped three times around the room, singing the national anthem. Lavender Brown imitated a squirrel. Neville performed a series of quite astonishing gymnastics he would certainly not have been capable of in his normal state. Not one of them seemed to be able to fight off the curse, and each of them recovered only when Moody had removed it.
"Potter," Moody growled, "you next." Harry moved forward into the middle of the classroom, into the space that Moody had cleared of desks. Moody raised his wand, pointed it at Harry, and said, "Imperio!"
" Jump on the desk," ordered Moody.
Eurielle watched as Potter bent his knees, about to do as he was told when he stopped.
" JUMP!" barked Moody.
Potter seemed to be fighting an eternal battle within himself, he wanted to jump but couldn't seem to. Suddenly he did but tried to stop himself, causing him to hit his head on the desk, knocking it over.
"Now, that's more like it!" growled Moody's voice, and suddenly, "Look at that, you lot . . . Potter fought! He fought it, and he damn near beat it! We'll try that again, Potter, and the rest of you, pay attention — watch his eyes, that's where you see it — very good, Potter, very good indeed! They'll have trouble controlling you!"
Eurielle winced as Potter groaned,rubbing his head, " Black!," her head snapped to his, " I am very curious to see how you do,"
She stepped up and sighed heavily and he continued, " Imperio,"
Bliss. Every troubling thought was gone and her head was empty. She wasn't annoyed, scared, angry- she was floating. " Take off you Cardigan," said a voice.
Her hands went to the buttons and she began undoing them, but stopped.
' What the hell it's bloody cold, don't do that,' said a voice in her head.

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FanfictionPart 2 of 'How Cliche'. (REWORKING OF Years 6-Presnt). HIATUS