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dreams - fleetwood mac✦°
°✦'thunder only happens when it's raining'
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IN NO TIME AT ALL, defense against the dark arts had become most people's favorite class. 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."
y/n had to constantly remind harry that not all slytherins were horrible and that she herself had friends from the house. though she was sure it would never stick in his thick skull but she still tried.
no one else cared that lupin's robes were patched and frayed. i mean, ripped jeans was a style once, right? his next few lessons were just as interesting as the first. after 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 bludge on those who had gotten lost. 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.
y/n had also gotten into the bad habit of waking up in the middle of the night and going on strolls around the castle. so far, she had drawn on george's face, stolen all of ron's socks and hung them from the ceiling in the common room (magically obviously, it would take too long to do by hand), and put water in harry's shoes, which would annoy him deeply but she didn't care because it was funny. one night, harry had caught her trying to decorate his bed frame in pink tinsel and in his half-awake state, pulled her by the wrist, into bed to sleep.
snape was in a particularly vindictive mood these days, though he was always nasty to y/n, but 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 y/n did. she laughed at him any chance she got, right before his eyes. his eyes flashed menacingly at the very mention of lupin's name, and he was bullying neville worse than ever.
y/n and the weasley twins had finally gotten around to executing their prank on filch which consisted of sneaking into his office, and jinxing every single object on his desk to scream a curse every time it was touched. it didn't take long for filch to figure out what they had done - within a couple days he was screeching at them for invading his space. fair enough but what was he going to do about it? dumbledore would laugh in his face.
