𝖶𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖣 𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤 | 𝖥𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖸

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BOGGART

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"Being a wizard is more than just using magic." Professor Lupin started looking at us without any expression. "It takes a lot of bravery and self-control to practice magic and create it, just as you all are doing."

"Is he really going to explain to us what being a wizard is?" a voice from the Slytherin group mumbled with a mocking tone, gaining a bunch of bad looks from the Gryffindors.

"That's exactly today's topic. Bravery and self-control. And, can you think of a better way to find bravery and self-control than confronting your biggest fear?"

The entire room was deadly quiet.

Confronting it? Right here in front of all these... people? Not my cup of tea.

"C'mon, please. Follow me." Lupin said walking out of the room.

All the Gryffindors stood up quickly with a big smile on their faces. I looked at the rest of the people in my house and their not-wanting-to-live-anymore or I'm-too-good-to-be-here faces. Without waiting for any of them, I took my stuff and walked fast not to lose Lupin from my sight.

"Hey, Arambella." I heard one of the boys from Gryffindor calling me. "Is the bitch of your mother trying to escape from Azkaban as well? Or are the Snape genes too slow to make her even think?"

Here we go again. The Sirius Black situation. I looked at him with the biggest bitch face ever.

"Oh how fucking original. Maybe try not to repeat the same fucking joke your mates already told me twice."

As every single day since I arrived at Hogwarts, the Gryffindors decided to bother me.

"How does it feel to know you not only belong to the most hated house in all Hogwarts but you also are the niece of the most hated Professor of all time?"

I decided to ignore him when I saw Lupin was opening the staff-room door, mainly, because I didn't want to cause trouble during my favourite lesson. There wasn't anybody inside it, only an old table in front of huge windows and an old ugly grey wardrobe.

Oh shit, I knew what was coming.

A weird noise, like something punching the wardrobe's door, could be heard from the inside. The professor stood in front of it and looked at all of us with his usual kind smile. He must be one of the few Gryffindors I liked.

"Okay, does anyone know what could be inside of this?" he started, pointing at the piece of furniture.

Everyone stayed silent. We all obviously knew what was inside of it (we had to study Boggarts in the third year with the annoying professor Quirrell) but no one wanted to look like they cared that much or brag about being a know-it-all.