3/ Transfiguration

“I feel like this is a really good time for me to tell you everything about myself,” the girl murmured, breaking the relative silence in the room around her.

The boy seated just to her right grunted in response.

“And then we can do some light flirting,” she added eagerly, her pert little ponytail bobbing as she nodded.

Silence. Pointed silence.

“We can tell our future children that THIS was the MOMENT we fell in love.”

From the front of the classroom, the Transfiguration professor paused in her lesson. “Excuse me, child. Are we disturbing your monologue?”

“We’re good, Professor.”


For my fave Transfig professor. And for those firsties who insist on talking in class.