Cautiously, Jake stepped into the DADA classroom. A quick glance around the room told him that he was alone. That was probably a good thing... minus the fact that he wouldn’t be able to watch anyone face the boggart before him. On the bright side, though, nobody would see him face it. And because Jake didn’t need any more teasing - because he was 90% sure what his boggart would be - he was glad that was the case. Plus, he was glad to get in and get it over with. He had no problem facing his fears but he’d rather do it on his own terms and not as a homework assignment. Still, he felt he was as ready as he could be at the moment.

Gripping his wand tightly, the Gryffindor slowly made his way to the center of the room. His eyes found the trunk and locked on it. There was no doubt about where the boggart was going to come from. There was definitely something in that trunk that wanted out. “Riddikulus,” Jake muttered under his breath. “Riddikulus.” Okay. No biggie. It was just a... thing. He could laugh at it.

It was a good thing he had decided that... because the thing had clearly caught its victim’s presence. Jake could now hear the distinct sound of hundreds of tiny wings fluttering in the trunk. How in the name of Merlin’s uncle was he supposed to make that funny?!

He didn’t have time to think about that, because just then the lid of the trunk popped open and out flew a huge swarm of butterflies. To anyone else it might be a somewhat beautiful sight... all the colors and patterns. But Jake couldn’t concentrate on that if he wanted to. The swarm was flying right at him, sounding worse than a hive of wasps, and he was sort of panicking. “Riddikulus!” he squeaked, covering his face with his free arm as the butterflies crowded around his head. Nothing. Of course. He was way too freaked out to think of how this could be even remotely funny.

They were pretty relentless, all the butterflies. They fluttered violently around his head and shoulders, some landing on his face. He swatted at them with his free hand, muttering ‘riddikulus’ a few times but to no avail. Jake swatted at one on his cheek, feeling the bug squish on his skin, but not a second later there was another one in its place. For one moment he imagined all of them just... popping. And he got an idea.

“Riddikulus!” His own voice shocked him - it was much steadier and louder than he thought he’d be capable of at the moment. Because of it he chanced opening his eyes... just as each individual butterfly made a nice POPping sound and exploded into confetti. There was even a few papers that read “Congratulations.” As he watched the small scraps of colored paper float to the ground around him, Jake laughed. It wasn’t a humorous laugh... it was more of a hysterical, this-close-to-screaming laugh. But it was a laugh all the same. And it was all that it took for the boggart to be finished off. The confetti swirled around Jake’s feet for a moment before going back into the trunk as if it were a vacuum.

The Prefect didn’t stick around to see what happened next. He turned on his heel and left the room in a hurry... wanting to make it back to his dormitory before he had a very non-Gryffindor come-apart.

Mika had entered the classroom to find something. She was never going to do anything crazy but the rattling noise had shocked and even spooked the sometimes-flighty girl. “Be quiet,” she muttered at the trunk, hoping whatever was in that trunk understood that she wanted it to be quiet and to stay still.

As she spoke, to her great dismay it opened. And something could be felt moving, shifting in darkness of that trunk’s cracked opening. She just blinked and stood rooted to the spot her eyes fixed on whatever was moving and rattling that trunk. “no no no” she muttered as she saw the trunk top rattle once more and then her thoughts changed suddenly darkening.

Please, please be anything but a spider, she thought and felt her heart hammer as one hairy leg after the other began to lift itself through the crack. Fear was the only thing the girl could feel as she stood there. “No, no Merlin no” yeah staying calm and doing yoga wasn’t going to help when she was facing a hairy eight-legged creature. Deep down she knew it wasn't that, that it was a figment of her imagination that it was just a Bogart.

She stood there hands clamping about her wand as she stood there. Practically rooted to the spot as the boggart moved further from the trunk. Lifting its body and clicking at her as she had heard giant spiders sometimes did. "breath...Mika breath" she told herself as she felt the thing moving closer to her. She shut her eyes and thought of the yoga they had been doing earlier this week in class and tried to make herself sound happier. Laughing. Forced laughter. "Riddikulus" she squeaked.

She imagined the spider was something out of one of those movies she had seen before. Instead of a real giant thing she imagined it as a cartoony little thing with springs for eyes and even imagined that it could only dance and clap its feet together and sing about its fly motel. Like that cartoon her aunt had shown her. It worked. She was laughing, at first it was forced and then it was real. She was remembering that show and those silly things and the hero-flies and the fear swelling in her heart and stomach had stopped and turned to laughter.

It might have sounded a bit manic. But she was laughing. Laughing so much that she didn't even notice when it retreated into the trunk it had never fully lifted its body out of.

Ella didn’t want to be here. The blonde was a lot of things, a lot of good and positive and nice things but brave really wasn’t one of them. Especially not when it came to this, facing a creature who could turn into her worst fear. She knew what was going to happen when she faced this thing. She knew who it would become and it terrified her. She was here, though. Mostly because she felt that if she faced it head on maybe she could get over it? They said that helped sometimes, yeah? The facing your fear thing? So maybe just maybe… Yeah.

Gulp.

There it was, the trunk. Ella’s grip on her wand tightened considerably, her knuckles white. She could do this. She could totally do this. And the fact that the trunk was shaking didn’t mean anything. She knew this was a boggart. She could handle this. She just needed to remember riddikulus. Riddikulus. Riddikulus. Breatheeeeee.

And then it happened, the lid opened, quicker than she’d expected and quieter too. The sixteen year old took a step back as a woman emerged, a small child in her arms. She was pretty and blonde, face full of joy as she admired the small brunette little girl in her arms. Ella hadn’t seen her mother since she left for her first year at Hogwarts so to say the sight of her was a shock would be an understatement. They looked a lot alike, Ella and her mom. They had the same hair and hands and eyes. The older woman had harsher features, though, that and a harsher heart. Stifling the urge to reach out for her, Ella took another step back and watched as her Mom cooed at the little girl in her arms, rocking her and smiling at her and loving her. The sight sent Ella’s heart into her stomach. And then she looked up, the boggart form of Ella’s mother. The smile faded and the woman stared right through Ella as if she wasn’t even there. And then she smirked. Ella blinked back tears and shook her head. That was enough of that.

Swallowing hard, Ella focused all her energy on changing her mother. She closed her eyes for a moment and concentrated, hard. Then with force, she squeaked, “Riddikulus!”

Suddenly her mother wasn’t her mother anymore but a dancing flower with sunglasses, the muggle toy kind that her Gran used to keep on her desk. It danced when it sensed movement and that’s what this was: a giant dancing, sunglasses wearing flower. Ella’s heart rate slowed and a faint smile formed on her face. She’d done it. And then she laughed. It was a sad sort of laughing. Filled with relief rather than humor but it was there. And then the boggart was gone, trunk slammed shut, room empty save for Ella.

The blonde blinked hard and without a moment’s hesitation she headed for the door without looking back. If she never saw a boggart again it’d be too soon.

She wanted ice cream. And Alec.

Nigel was afraid of a lot of things. But most he did not have to worry about since he did not live in Australia or Brazil. But still he did not want to see his biggest fear standing in front of him. He almost would prefer therapy instead of doing this. Nigel was terrified of venomous animals. But never really had to deal with any where he lived. Which was a blessing to Nigel.

Still wouldn't help him here.

Nigel was pretty sure what his boggart was going to be. Though totally not ready to face it. He basically knew he had to look at it and think about turning it into a popped balloon and say the spell. But still it was the most venomous species in the world. Nigel knew all the statistics about it and was aware about how many people in made killed since 1954.Now his nervous twitch was back and causing him anxiety. He knew it would only get worse until he faced the boggart. Okay, you can does this Nigel. He walked up to the trunk as ready as he was ever going to be. Please not be a box jellyfish. Please Not. Nigel was ready with his wand raised when the boggart turned into what he was desperately hoping it wouldn't be a BOX JELLYFISH and it looked evil.

“Riddikulus” Nigel said with no real effort. Since he was of course scared of the thing. It has caused at least 5,567 recorded deaths. That is most certainly evil. Okay breath Nigel. Nigel kept on thinking to himself. It couldn't kill him. It was not a real one. Nigel did not even want to think of its name. Just think about something fun like quidditch or comic books. "Breath Nigel" Nigel muttered to himself again. After a couple breaths and thinking about super heroes. Nigel started to imagine a balloon popping and cast “Riddikulus” Loudly and with force. Slowly a smile was coming to Nigel's face. Then laughter. He had done it. The boggart was a popped balloon. Nigel was ready to leave this room and never deal with a boggart again. Once was enough.

But first he need some comfort food.

Preferably Chocolate.

Kace decided to face the boggart, he would rather do it sooner rather than later. He saw Nigel was finished with his, then he stepped forward to the trunk. He was glad no one else was in the room. He did not want to be embarrassed with his fear. Kace was trying to think what made him scared.

He thought back to his time at home. He was playing with Belle in the yard and they were playing with sticks. They were jumping up and down and then he poked a beehive and he did not notice. He stood underneath there and then the bees stung him. After his mother checked the stings, she realized it was a hornet's nest. He was scared of bee stings ever since. Yeah...that fear could work.

He stood in front of the trunk. Kace was saying to himself, "Keep cool Kace, you know you can do this." His palms were sweating and his legs were shaking. The trunk was right in his peripheral vision. There was going to be a bee popping out of it very soon. "Alright so the spell is...Riddikulus." He got that into his brain. He just had to play it cool when the boggart come out of the trunk.

Kace closed his eyes and braced himself. The trunk opened. It unlatched quieter than he expected. The little guy stepped back when a swarm of angry bees were starring at him. He stood there in shock for about a few seconds and then snapped out of it. He gulped and said "Riddikulus..." very timidly. That didn't work. The Bees were starring at him. They were coming closer and he stepped back.

Kace decided he needed to say it louder and pointed his shaking wand at the bees and said "Riddikulus!!" He closed his eyes and hoped they were gone. When he opened them the Bees turned into a puppy falling on his legs. It made Kace laugh. It reminded him of his puppy at home and it made him happy. It made him giggle so much that.....

The boggart and his fear were gone. He felt SO what was the word? Relieved.

After the puppy was gone and his boggart, he was never so happy to leave. He got his wand and his bag, his hands were still shaking though but that would wear off. He promised himself that he would never see bees again. I guess the better way he could have handled it was to be more confident and say the spell sooner. He was only 11 years old and handling much more than he was capable of.

He needed his comfort food....he really wanted some.... chocolate cake? Yup that was it. That always hit the spot for him.

Anya was shaking as she entered the classroom. She held her wand in front of her and slowly closed the door behind her. She didn’t want to be here. Not at all. In fact, she spent nearly an hour in a hysteria about the assignment. Jake told her not to come and that it wouldn’t hurt her grade too much. But… here she was, being her same reckless self. Whenever she was scared of something she preferred to face it straight on. Like the first time she heard about monsters beneath her bed… she slept under her bed with a bat for a week until she felt satisfied that she’d scared the monster away.

She took a few steps toward the shaking trunk in the front of the room. Was it just her… or was the room getting colder…? She clenched her wand tightly in her hand. She’d spent all day trying to figure out what her boggart would be. She thought herself into a near panic. Zombies? Giant spiders? Anything involving Jake in any sort of danger. She held her wand out in front of her wielding it in both hands like a sword. It could be anything. Anya, who wouldn’t normally admit to even fearing wax statues, seemed to fear a lot lately. And those were only the things from her nightmares. It would be… an orb-bearing house elf, or just an orb… or a crazy time stealing lady… or … frozen time (she was sure a boggart could find a way to do that).

… what if the boggart was a crazy lady who turned her into a frozen wax statue?! …did she still have time to turn around?

She took a few more steps toward the trunk. She could feel her panicked state coming back. She closed her eyes and sprinted the remaining distance. Hm… … … that was odd. Why couldn’t she hear the trunk rattling anymore…? She slowly peeked out of one eye. She couldn’t see anything.

At all.

Her other eye shot open and she spun around the spot panicked. Was she blind…? What just happened? It was beyond pitch black. Her breathing got faster. ”Lu—lu---…” she stuttered. Her wand remained invisibly dark in front of her. She swallowed. ”Lumos.” She was still holding a dark wand.

Nununununuuuu. Was she in a dark room with a broken wand? What was she supposed to do now? What happened when boggarts won? Was she about to become boggart food?

Her breathing got more panicked. ”Help.” she whimpered backing up in the direction she believed the door was. ”I’m… … Ican’tsee…” She kept walking backwards with her useless wand still held out like a sword.

… why did she feel like she was choking…? Was there something in the dark? She backed up until she felt a wall behind her. She continued breathing hard in the suffocating blackness. She slid down the wall and into a little ball willing someone to come through that door. She was scared. Too scared to even make her wand work.

”I’mscared. Idon’tlikebeingalone.” she said rocking slightly on the spot.

… wait a second.

… … she blinked several times. ”I’mscaredofbeingalone.” She opened her eyes and slowly stood back up using the wall behind her for balance. Anya Phillips just figured out her biggest fear. And… this… darkness… was… aloneness.

Eww. She was breathing in boggart. That was… gross.

Now… … how was she supposed to make this… funny…? She nervously twirled the ring on her finger. She wasn’t alone. She was never alone. She had proof of that right. She did. She was nearly weighed down with it. She’d put on her matching necklaces from Penne and her bracelet from Snakey. She even had her hair pulled back with the same hair band she used on her adventure with Ella. She racked her brain continuing to think of something to make her situation funny.

When an idea finally hit her, she yelled ”Riddikulus.”. And in numerous bright firework type explosions, the suffocating darkness and deafening silence retreated back to the trunk. The Gryffindor let out a delighted giggle. Fireworks. Not exactly humorous, but they did certainly cheer up the place.

”I am Anya Phillips and you did NOT get the best of me, boggart.” she said walking toward the door. She walked out and as the door of the classroom shut behind her she added in a mighty ”HA.” victory laugh for fun.

Now… to go find her boyfriend and a big bowl of ice cream. She’d been alone in the dark for far too long.

She had gone in and faced this thing once before. Yeah, that was true but she didn’t like how it had gone down. She didn’t feel strong in facing her fear – and maybe she realized it wasn’t projecting her actual worst fear ever. That somewhere deep down she knew there was something far worse than little creepy crawly things.

She was confidently walking into the room when she first came to the door, and now, her feet were slowing. Her eyes glued to that trunk as she saw it rattle at her, She didn’t want to lose people, to lose friends. That had been going on in her mind for days. Repeating and growing on her as she thought about it she knew she didn’t want to lose any friends…or anyone.

But there were other things she feared as well, friends realizing she wasn’t a good friend and leaving her behind. Friends saying hurtful things, and friends, people she thought were her friends not really being friends at all. She glanced at the trunk and swallowed.

Lets do this. She thought but in the back of her mind she kept thinking that she could just turn around and leave. Her mind kept going back to turning away to leaving she had already done this and a part of her hoped it would be a spider. But the trunk rattled some more.

She stepped forward and began to press her hand against the trunk’s lid. As she did it seemed to jump and rattle. She gasped and stepped back in time to watch it open. Her eyes were wide with shock as she saw the human form of friends – friends from school, friends from the past, and friends that had probably been in this room earlier today step out of the box.

One of them – her best friend…he just stood there and looked through her and then laughed. A cold laugh that was similar to one she had heard long before – well, not that long before. It was over summer. The look on the boys face was like his too.

“Oh please…” the Bogart friend spoke his voice was like ice and poison – “you really thought I was your friend.” He laughed that cold laugh again. “You are nothing, you…aren’t even worth the energy” it hissed at her.

She felt the fear and tears bubbling up inside of her. But a part of her knew this couldn’t be true. They would never say this – no, never. She knew this wasn’t real. She knew it was the bogart picking up on her fear of it. Her fear of losing friends and so she focused on something funny.

“Riddikulus” she called out her voice stronger this time. The boy standing in front of her suddenly transformed reshaped even. He was now standing there like an entirely different person. Same face – same eyes, but the main difference was that that friend now looked like a girl. In a dress and everything. The hair had changed a bit to be honest – it was longer and there was make up.

And it was actually quite funny – it was a good friend as he would have been if born a girl instead of a boy. And that was a little bit comical to begin with. “Oh…you don’t make a pretty girl do you?” Mika chuckled as the bogart went back into the trunk. She had successfully faced her demons.

Right. Boggart. Biggest fear. Right. Okay.
...
Really, really not okay...

There was a reason that Derry wasn't a Gryffindor. Apart from the fact she was obviously destined for Slytherin. And greatness. Muahaha. And that reason was as follows: Derryth Merida Ferrier was scared of everything, pretty much. Well... maybe not everything, and maybe she was getting a tiny bit more confident, but she was not brave. At all. Which was ironic really, considering who she'd been named after....

Anyway, no more stalling, time for... homework. Whimper. Derry slipped into the Defense Classroom and stood for a second, her back to the door, taking deep breaths and readying herself for whatever was in the trunk. Let's get this over and done with... She muttered Riddikulus to herself under her breath a few times before approaching the box with tiny, wary steps.

The trunk opened, and out of it stepped a huge, fury, distorted sort of creature, attached by strings that to a cross of wood that moved to make the creature dance and jitter. Derry was immediately struck dumb, her mouth open in a little 'oh' shape and her eyes like huge, wide, orbs, just staring at the monstrous puppet that was dancing around in front of her. It was a huge version of the puppet she'd seen in a circus when she was younger... the one she'd had nightmares about... the one that one of the bullies at her old school had bought a toy of from the souvenir stand and had taunted her with for weeks.

It was massive, and Derry couldn't move. She was frozen to the spot, staring, her breathing fast and tears coming to her eyes... How was she supposed to make this funny? It was terrifying and it was exactly how she had dreamed... the dreams that had made her run to her parents room at night. The dreams that she still had... And it reminded her of all the people who had made her life hell in primary school... high school too. Oh god... she wanted to get out of here but she couldn't even move. "R-r-r-ri..." And, of course, the spell to make this go away was impossible to say with a nervous stammer.

Come oooon, Derryth... she urged herself, blinking away tears and staring at the monstrous thing that was looking at her... and opening its mouth... How could it be funny...? Hmm......... "R-r-ri-rid-..." Deep breath... "Riddikulus!!!!!!" she squealed as the puppet beast bared it's teeth. And suddenly it was made of balloons. It was just a huge balloon animal... Derryth stared at it for a second, until POP! It burst... She laughed the tiniest bit out of relief and bolted for the door as fast as she could, slamming it behind her and just leaning against it for a moment, breathing heavily. Okay... that was done... now she had to write about it...

Theodore was very curious about this activity. He'd heard all about boggarts but never imagined that he would have to face one in school, or at least not until his seventh year. No matter, though. He was perfectly brave enough to handle it. He entered the defense classroom coolly, with his hands in his robe pockets. Taking a calm and collected approach, ya see? Theo wasn't even sure what his boggart was going to be, there was SO much choice.

Theo eyed the trunk up and down, and was about to face it properly, but WAIT... he wasn't READY for this?!!!!!!

Riddikulus... not ridiculous. And then finishing it off with laughter. OK....

The Slytherin pulled out his wand, straightened his posture, then cleared his throat. He was ready for whatever would be in there. He stood directly in front of the trunk. It dawdled a little bit, then opened with a loud CRACK, which made Theo jump out of his skin a little. A wispy creature shot into the air, and the boy knew immediately what it was. He could've guessed this. WHYYYYYYYYYYYY was he putting himself through it??!

It was a ghost, he thought. But the closer he looked at it, the worse it got. It wasn't a ghost, it was a poltergeist. It lingered in the air and stared down at him, and of course, he was in one of those states of shock where you couldn't move much. But all of a sudden it swooped down like a rocket until it was inches away from his face. "Riddik-"

"BOO!"

Theo's eyes shut immediately and his hands flailed up to cover his ears. The creature laughed hysterically and shot upwards and away from him. It was obvious what went wrong there. He had to cast the spell whilst the beast wasn't so up close and personal in his face! He straightened up and watched the poltergeist dance around the room, still hysterically laughing. The laughing was enough to send a shiver down his spine. "R-r-." The creature stopped to look at him again, so Theo knew it was now or never.

"RIDDIKULUS!"

And a brown paper bag appeared out of nowhere and covered the poltergeist completely. The creature frantically wobbled in the air, and bounced off all of the walls, and then it went crazy with trying to get the paper bag off it's head. Was it funny? No, not really, but at least that horrendous laughing had stopped. Oh, but laughter finished off a boggart, right? Theo cleared his throat and starting pointing, "Hahahahahaha!" The poltergeist was hurtling all over the room still, until it plopped back into the trunk with a thud. GREAT... that was horrible, but it was done. Theo tucked his wand away and left for the common room. He deserved a chocolate frog.

Sophie was not ready for this... she knew what her Boggart was. She had seen it in that strange book a couple of years ago... She had read all about Boggarts for her second year final, even. She knew stuff. She knew how to beat it and everything.

Yet she was not ready.

The Hufflepuff was already shaking from head to toe as she opened the DADA classroom's door and slowly entered. She gulped and closed the door behind her as closely as possible. The silence did not help one bit and Sophie immediately pulled out her wand. Her eyes fell on the lonely trunk that surely stored the awful creature she was about to face.

Why would professor Romanos do that to them??? Alright, Sophie knew it was important to face her fears and that it was only a Boggart, but as she stepped closer to the trunk, she could already feel her face burning and tears coming to her eyes. She didn't want to do this! She was not ready! But she had to.

Before she could pull herself together, or even think about anything else, the trunk's lid flung open and a loud, horrendous screech filled the room as a long-haired, green-skinned woman rose from inside the trunk.

Sophie covered her ears and screamed almost as loudly as the Banshee. As she closed her eyes tightly, many tears started streaming down her face and she automatically stepped back. The fifth year tripped on her own feet and fell over backwards, squinting her eyes because of the terrifying screech that felt like it was piercing her tympanum. Merlin help her!! The Boggart wouldn't come out of the trunk, though, would it??

Mainly out of fear, the badger looked over to the trunk only to see the monster stepping out of it and slowly coming in her direction. Oh no.... oh no, oh no, oh no, that was not good!

Completely forgetting about the spell she was supposed to use, Sophie just stayed on the floor looking terrified, grasping her wand tightly, not even pointing it at the Boggart or attempting to cast any sort of spell at it. The thing kept coming her way and Sophie crawled backwards, not able to take her still watery eyes off the awful creature.

Once the Boggart!Banshee screeched even louder and stretched its arms towards her, Sophie shrieked and bursted into more tears. She managed to get up and run back to the door, pulling it open and slamming it shut after she ran through it. "COLLOPORTUS!" She cried, pointing her wand at the door lock and turning around to run to the dorms.

Natalie stood outside the classroom with her head leaned on the door, reciting 'Ridikullus' under her breath. She had her wand on her hand, which is dangling She also thought of her brother's drawing, an apartment with a volcano besides it and two Supermans flying around helping people escape the condemned building. It never failed to make her laugh. That piece of paper is now on her house's Wall of Fame, back there in Cornwall. She gave a big sigh and opened the room.

Nat instantly hated the dark, cold, and dusty room. "Lumos," she said, and a dim light illuminated the room. She still could not do it properly, but a dim light is better than none. Instantly, she spotted an unlocked trunk at the back of the room, rattling every five seconds or so. She quickly mutters 'Ridikullus, Ridikullus, Ridikullus' repeatedly as she walked towards the trunk.

She was breathing heavily, still muttering 'Ridikullus', as she put her hand nearer and nearer towards the latch. Nat pictured her brother's drawing in her head, took a deep breath, and unlatched the trunk.

A clown, complete with its jester hat, white powdered face, and a deadly grin, sprung up from the trunk. It appeared so suddenly that Nat cannot help but screamed. She staggered backwards as the clown comes nearer and nearer.

"R-Ri-Ridikullus!"

The clown wouldn't budge. Nat's eyes became sore as she blinked one eye at a time. Once more, she pictured the drawing, mustered up her courage, and shouted "RIDIKULLUS!"

But the Boggart didn't change. Natalie realised that that memory is not enough to turn the boggart into something laughable. She then tried another one while closing her eyes, a picture of her and her friends laughing while covering a boy with sand, leaving only his face to be visible. She had forgotten about this one, as it happened over two years ago. She smiled, opened her eyes, and shouted "Ridikullus!"

The clown melted into a puddle of sand on the dusty floor, leaving only its white face visible. Natalie laughed, remembered that the boggart is still there, and ran towards the door.

She was terrified, but she left the room with a good feeling.

This would be her second Defense lesson for this year and she was really curious what the professor wanted to do. Her previous lesson had been strange but she understood why they had done it, if laughing would help her to defend herself against a few dark creatures than she was happy to know it! But it had still been a strange lesson! The young girl wondered if they needed to laugh again, of if they needed to do those yoga poses again, she didn’t hoped it. But the point was, she had really NO idea what she could suspect in her second lesson! She hoped that they would learn something about a Pixie, she still wanted to know more about those funny creatures!

Sonea smiled and wanted to look at Little princess but stopped, she just remembered that she had left her rat behind in the common room because she had been too tired or too sick to walk properly, she was now really fat and almost too fat for her to keep her with her in her pocket. But it felt strange to not have Little princess with her, she had her rat almost ALWAYS with her… But… Maybe was this better for Little princess, and because she didn’t knew if they needed to do those strange yoga positions again she thought that is was better for Little princess to not come with her, Sonea was to afraid that she would fall to the ground and hurt Little princess!

Sonea looked around her while she walked further into the classroom and the first thing she noted was that this classroom was also dirty, just as almost every other classroom she had been in! The cobwebs were bothering Sonea because there were always spiders besides the cobwebs and she HATED them! The next thing she noted was the trunk. Something seemed to be in the trunk and it wanted to get out! Sonea was not sure if she wanted to know what was inside…

But… She was nut lucky because the trunk opened and… A LARGDE SPIDEDER, covered with mud and dirt crawled toward her! “No… No… Not a spider!!!” She lifted with a shaking hand her wand but when the spider lifted one of his large legs she almost screamed and she needed to grab her wand tighter to not let it fall! “Riddikulus!” Yelled Sonea while she tried to laugh, but her laugh was fake, she was too afraid and she needed to use the spell again! “Riddikulus” Yelled Sonea again while she lifted her wand again and laughed, and this time it worked! The spider disappeared!

Hop. Hop. Hop.

Lex made her way down the corridor, half way through a chocolate frog. Up to this point she had NO IDEA what her boggart would look like. As far as she was concerned she had the heart of a lion, NOTHING scared her. She figured she'd just walk in there and have a good laugh at the boggart because it'd probably be confused as it related to her.

Maybe she'd pet it afterward and tell it not to feel bad. It wasn't it's fault she was a Gryffindor and a darn good one at that.

SHE WAS READY FOR THIS!!

Lex threw the door open and only glanced around the room briefly, the thing she'd come for was inside that large trunk over there. "Hellooooo? Mr. Boggart?? Come on out, I'm heeeere!" Here and waiting kinda impatiently too. Juuuust saying. Giggle. She chewed anxiously at her chocolate frog, quite intrigued by the idea of her deepest fear. At the moment, nothing was coming to mind. Maybe...maybe it'd be something super epic!! Like...like a BEAR--oh wait..she wasn't scared of those...DRAGON...no...no she thought those were cool. MAYBE IT'D JUST BE A CHOCOLATE FROG AND SHE COULD EAT IT AND GO BACK TO HER DORM HAPPY!!!

Siiiigh, now she was just getting impatient.

Finally the trunk opened up. The first thing to appear was a hand...then a foot and soon, "Daddy!" He didn't tell her he was coming here! Did he already eat her chocolate frog boggart? If so then he owed her a new one. Her smile faded when she saw the baby in his hands. "And you brought Jessa..." Boo.

"Alexa we need to talk."

She scrunched her nose at the use of her whole name. It wasn't something he did unless she was in trouble. "Okay..."

"I've given it some thought and Amanda's right. The house isn't big enough for all the havoc you cause. She's been right all along and I'm only just seeing what a horrid little monster you are." Her eyes widened significantly and she stared over at the man cuddling up with the baby. Bliiiink. What in merlin's beard...? Whaaaa...? "I don't understand." She finally admitted, taking just a step forward.

"Stay away from us! You're not wanted anymore. I have all the people I care about right here in my arms." And he proceeded to snuggle the baby that giggled away happily, almost spitefully in fact.

Nope NOPE NOPE NOOOPE!! She was the favourite!! This wouldn't work, it wasn't happening, there was no baby, her father would lover her forever. If there was one thing Lex was good at when it came to unpleasant things, it was being in denial. This was NOT happening, mm-mm, NOOOO. "Hah!" She forced a laugh because this wasn't happening and it needed to GO AWAY. "Hahahahahaaha!" No, "I'm the favourite, VERY FUNNY OF YOU BOGGART!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!" Once fully convinced that it wasn't real she took a deep breath from her laughing and raised her wand. "Riddikulus!"

Immediately the baby began contorting until it was in the shape of a bouncy rubber ball at which point her father began bouncing it around before throwing it through a hoop that has just appeared.

"That's more like it." She scoffed, turning sharply on her heel and making a quick exit. That was a real eye-opener and now she needed to go owl her father to set this all straight.

She had to face a boggart today.

That was just great. Professor Romanos had seemingly wanted to take every one of them for a treat. Sarcasm? Of course it was. Beezus couldn’t easily forget how she felt last term during her DADA practical where they have to make it through a maze and face a couple of unfriendly creatures, one of them – the one she had the hardest time fighting off – being a boggart. The set of flashbacks were painfully vivid now that she was ambling towards the Defense Classroom. She could see herself casting spells against those redcaps, the poltergeist and finally.....the boggart which assumed....something...dreadful. But there was hardly a choice; she knew she’d witness that scene again in a matter of minutes.

This was all too overwhelming, was it not?

Yeah.

Sure.

The Ravenclaw turned the doorknob, and stepped inside. It was.....dim. The windows were clouded with dust and grime, cobwebs lined the corners and in that moment, she almost wanted to do some cleaning first before getting to the real part. Just then, something rattled from the back of the classroom. A box that was almost bouncing up and down on the spot. She had her back to it that she only heard when it creaked open. And then.......silence. Complete and utter silence filled the room as she gulped, ever slowly turning around. She knew the boggart had turned in to what was supposed to be her greatest fear by now and so, she clutched her wand tightly at the ready.

She was going to see that scene again, she knew.

And her belief was proven correct for right before her eyes lay a mangled corpse, dead and cold...its body was up in odd angles and it bathed on a fresh pool of blood that appeared so true she could even smell its metallic scent. A searing pain suddenly hit her left eyebrow at the sight, it made everything look red. It made her palms sweat cold and it became hard to breathe. She bit her bottom lip hard and crouched down in front of the body. It was Bambi’s....her sister. It was exactly how she looked like years ago when she got hit by muggle automobile with her, Beezus, unable to do anything but helplessly stare in shock. Her mother blamed her for what happened after that. Merlin, she couldn’t entirely grasp the explanation why her supposed to be greatest fear was her sister’s dead body. But it did have its effect on for therein she began trembling yet she held herself together and cracked an ached smile. “Is this all you’ve got?” She asked the creature hiding behind the mask that was her sister’s corpse. She knew it wasn’t finished taunting her though so she waited.

Then it began to deform, the body changed in size....the hair and limbs became longer, the face contorting until all she could make out was another corpse. This time it was her mother. Blood gashing out from a deep cut on the woman’s face as the same time a hateful tear rolled down Beezus’ cheek. How dare this creature use her family members against her. She harshly wiped the tear away, “Your tricks aren’t working on me.” Beezus muttered through a muffled sob. But it was working all right, she was shaking now. However, she wasn’t going to let this creature get the best of her.

“Let’s see what you’ve got.” Yes, she was seemingly mocking the boggart. This creature didn’t have the right to make her feel like........that. It didn’t have the right to use her loved ones to hurt her. She was going to show it that she was strong enough not to fall into its trap. It began to morph into something else again, or better yet, someone else.

Within a few moments, she had another important person bathing in blood in front of her – Aunt Bel. Dark red violently lined the woman’s midsection, making Beezus’s insides knot in various places. The throbbing pain in her head had intensified now that she was fighting off the boggart’s attempts without casting a counter spell. She’d have to use the spell soon but she wanted to see how long the creature would want to keep their tirade. Then it threw in its last card. Her Aunt’s body was then soon replaced by an all too familiar figure that made her chew the insides of her cheeks. The corpse’s blonde hair was marred with blood and he had wounds and cuts along his arms, his chest covered with more of the red liquid. That was it. She had enough. “Curse you, boggart.” With a strangled sob stuck in her throat, Beezus hastily pointed her wand at the body, forcibly shut her eyes closed and pulled out a rather blissful, peaceful memory from her mind.....

.......”Riddikulus!” She cried before releasing a shaky breath. The spell made a whip-snapping noise, hit it full on and what remained before her was sand. Fine, warm and pearl-white sand. For some reason, this made her chuckle. Happy memories of those people the boggart turned into filled her mind as she wiped her eyes off. The sand then began to move almost like a vortex that seemed to have been powered by rotating winds. It closely resembled a tornado and it whirled around her before making its way back into the box followed by the lid squeaking shut.

The brunette inhaled deeply and exhaled just as much before standing up to holster her wand. She threw the box a last glance before exiting the classroom.

Maybe she could go see Professor Romanos and ask if she could volunteer to clean up that classroom. Or....find Dylan. A power hug was truly going to be appreciated right now.

Some how Oakey felt oddly prepared for this assignment, he had already faced a boggart twice since attending Hogwarts. Once when he first encountered Mordred Mordaunt and the Slytherin pulled him out of the way to avoid the shape shifter entirely, and again for OWLs where he used his surroundings to his advantage.
He had not once faced down a boggart on his own. Now was as good a time than any. Oakey opened the door to the classroom and looked straight ahead at the trunk. No doubt the boggart was in there.

Moving forward Oakey now stood over the trunk looking down at it. He knew what was going to come out. It was going to be a Man-Eating Plant. It's just that each time the planty was something different. First it was a Snargaluff Stump, then it was the one that ate their two Professor's from two terms ago. He already shuddered at the thought. There were too many types of them that could easily be rid of him within minutes.

No...He beat those boggarts, sort of. What harm could this one do to him.

Flipping open the trunk Oakey stepped back and pulled out his wand.
Something was slowly pulling itself out of the the Trunk. When it showed itself, Oakey could not identify what the plant was! But it was terrifying! Almost as if the boggart formed into multiple types of his fear.

Oakey's face went pure white. Not from the plant well Okay some from the plant, but from what was being swung around in three of it's vines. Harvey, GeeGee, and Aegis. All yelling for Oakey to help him.
"OAKEY!"
Harvey yelled before the vine Slowly lowered him into the it's large open, and slimy mouth.
"Stop!" Oakey cried out to no avail, as his Guardian's calls for help vanished.
"Ridi...NO!"
"OAKEY!"
Oakey was stopped as he watched GeeGee get swallowed hole by the demon plant. He needed to get his head together. No way was this boggart going to get the better of hm now. He tried his best to think of something funny.
It would be so much easier if he had someone else here to laugh with him.
"Oakey!"
No time! he knew this wasn't real, but no way in hell was he going to let the boggart have the satisfication of eating Aegis!
Pulling his shaking arm up further Oakey yelled "Riddikulus!" then forced a huge grin on his face and started to burst out in laughter. "HaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHahaHaHaHaHaHah aHa"
Did the Boggart get it yet! "HaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa" Oakey kept on forcing out laughter until the Boggart suddenly shrank into a tiny little dandelion which this Aegis Promtly Sat on and pooted.
Yeah...That did it. Seeing the blonde younger boy squish then fart on a flower/weed/whatever. Oakey burst out into an uproarious laughter.

All while Oakey was was grabbing at and holding his sides. The Boggart retreated back into the trunk...Good thing too because Oakey was now really tired out from all it. Could he maybe just fall over and roll himself off to the side and sleep in here?

Breathing… Minerva was taking deep breaths standing outside the classroom door. She knew what was going to happen, well she had a thought at least. Her boggart was always a clown, but as she got older and because of certain life events her fears had changed. Clowns seemed just silly now compared to the fear she hid. She turned and took one last breath before entering the classroom.


She stayed facing the door for a few moments trying to focus, to keep positive. She could do this, she knew the spell, she knew the wand movements, it was just a boggart.. just a boggart she kept telling herself. It would not be him really.


Finally turning Minerva gripped her wand tightly with her shaking hand, one last deep breath and she started forward. Seeing the trunk Minerva gave herself one last pep talk, saying it was just a boggart not really this evil man that turned his back on her family when they thought he was a friend. In a last thought she remembered Ethan was right outside in the corridor waiting, if she couldn’t do it he would hear her scream, right? Then he could make it go away.. No.. no she wasn’t thinking like that she was going to do this, she had to do this.


Just as the last thoughts jumped from her mind so did the trunk and out came exactly what she terrified most anymore. The 6’2, Italian male came walking slowly towards her. She took a deep breath as her heart started picking up and memories started flooding her brain making her focus go cloudy. She took a step back and he kept coming forward, slowly with a smirk across his face. The last look she had seen from him four years ago. Still stepping back words she felt the panic rise up in her, she wanted to scream and run, but her eyes stayed focused on his dancing brown ones, and her voice was lost nothing would come out.


Feeling her back against the Minerva froze watching him walk closer, looking as if he was even snickering. Was that even possible for a boggart to snicker, then it hit her and her brain started working a mile a minute, boggart.. IT’S A BOGGART something in her head was screaming. She pulled up her wand and in just a whisper, “Back off”, but Alberto kept coming closer. Minerva think.. what was the spell, why couldn’t she think of that stupid spell. Her eyes wouldn’t leave his, her head still so clouded. Trying to think she wasn’t sure why, but their lesson came to her head the sneezing, but the activity and quietly in a shaking voice “Ha” she started saying, repeating it quietly and trying to bring her shaken voice back. The boggart looked at her questioning, and she did it again, “Ha” this time a smile hit the corner of her lips. Just saying the Ha was calming her a bit, did that laughing yoga stuff actually work?


Feeling her heart still racing, but feeling less panicked Minerva took a small step forward and Alberto stopped looking at her questioning, but still keeping the same smirk. Taking a deep breath she finally broke her eyes from his and took another step forward, in a softer voice, but still stern “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long” She planted her foot put up her wand “Riddikulus” she said shaky but louder.


The spell hit the boggart and sent him stumbling backwards. This alone made Minerva step forward curiously. Then the boggart started changing and Alberto was in a ballerina tutu and ballerina slippers, his hair streaked purple and green. Seeing this Minerva chuckled a bit. Seeing himself the boggart Alberto started looking horrified, "Boggart or not this is exactly how I want to remember you." Laughing a bit more she kept her wand up and built strength walking towards the boggart. The boggart kept moving backwards until it was in the trunk.

With the sound of the trunk closing Minerva stopped and stood for a few seconds taking it all in. She had done it, she had defeated the biggest fear she had ever had, well sort of defeated it through the boggart. Turning she quickly headed out of the room knowing a certain claw was waiting on her and her comfort hot chocolate in the kitchen.

Ethan did not want to be here at all. In fact, he even thought about skipping this assignment. But he wanted to be strong for Minerva.. if she could face her boggart, he would too.. and be just outside to support her when she did. And he would be prepared this time.. he knew what would be coming and that made him feel just a little more at ease.

Taking a deep breath, the Ravenclaw Prefect stepped into the classroom, shut the door, and focused his eyes on the trunk at the back of the room. He knew exactly what was in there as he watched it rattle and shake, and the boy pulled out his wand, pointing it as he trained his eyes on the moving trunk.

All at once the lid sprang open and he averted his gaze, lifting his free arm to block his vision as the basilisk slithered out of the trunk. The boy knew logically that it was not really a basilisk and most likely would not die if he made eye contact, but he was not going to take his chances and kept his averted gaze - peeking out from under his arm - on the long, sinuous body.

He could see that body moving towards him and sense its head rearing up to attack. The panic rising up in him, Ethan slowly backed up and shakily pointed his wand. Riddikulus.. Riddikulus.. he knew this, so why couldn't he speak? He peeked out from under his arm and saw that hideous head about to attack and he jumped out of the way, his breathing growing quick as the fear intensified.

He slowly backed away around the perimeter of the room, his wand still shakily pointing and his eyes still focusing anywhere on that basilisk but its eyes. Seeing out of the corner of his eye that the creature had opened its jaws and started to spring towards him, he said in a small, shaky voice, "R-riddikulus.." The basilisk recoiled as it was hit with the weak spell, but soon was after him again.

Oh, what was wrong with him? He was a seventh year, a prefect, he could cast a patronus for Merlin's sake.. why could he not do this? Swallowing hard, he threw his arm away from his face, and forcefully pointed his wand at that horrible monster. "Riddikulus!" Trying to regulate his breathing, he watched as the giant serpent changed into a giant spring toy.. a Slinky. Gaining control over his emotions, he chuckled a bit as it began bouncing, his laughter growing as it "walked" over itself, traveling around the room towards the trunk. "Stupid boggart," he muttered with another chuckle as it walked right into the trunk and the lid snapped shut.

Much easier than last time.. but he still wanted out of there. Now. Without a second glance, Ethan headed towards the door, thankful to be done with that part of the assignment.

Daichi's legs had been wobbly even after he had read the homework announcement. Face your boggart and laugh. Nervous sweat broke out as he stood in front of the defence against the dark arts classroom door. Was the boggart going to pop up the moment he opened this door?

He already knew what his boggart was going to be. Merlin, he figured the whole school knew by now! After taking a few deep breathes to calm himself, Daichi touched the doorknob and turned it around slowly, so slow that it might have even been in slowmotion and for a second, the Prefect also hoped that the door was locked.

His luck was not with him when the doorknob clicked and he pushed the door open slowly. It creaked and a normal room met his eyes. Visibly relieved that the boggart hadn't popped out like he had expected, the Slytherin stepped inside and the door fell closed behind him like in those horror stories.

Looking back one last time, he gave himself an encouraging nod before walking in to the classroom. The first thing he noticed were the books that were stacked and scattered around the place but his main focus was on a strange looking trunk in the back of the room. Well, it looked like any normal trunk but Daichi had the feeling that the boggart was hiding in there.

Flicking his wrist, his wand fell out of his holster and in to his hand. He carefully stepped forward and it was then that the trunk suddenly rattled. Like something was trying to come out. He jumped in shock and gulped when he knew he had to continue or else he would fail. Taking another step closer, the Slytherin suddenly noticed that smoke suddenly came out of the key hole and the lid of the trunk. The smoke flew up to the ceiling though this smoke was different than from real smoke. It looked the same but..he could breathe normally. His eyes didn't hurt as well either.

Right, this was because this was just a boggart. Not the real thing. With this in mind, the Prefect took one last step and the lid of the trunk suddenly fell open.

Flames flew up as high as the ceiling and Daichi froze. With wide , terrified eyes he remembered that night when he had only been seven years old and had to fight his way through the fires inside his own house and loosing his mother..NO! don't think about that!. The same emotions swept through him as he stared at the huge flames that were now busy surrounding him. The fear, the anxiety and the tears.

And yes, as he stared at the blazing fire, tears sprung in his eyes and threatened to fall down. Fighting all of his instinct to run away from the room, Daichi suddenly had a clear moment in his mind that this was just a boggart and now that he concentrated on the warmth of the fire, he realized that there was none. The rooms temperature still felt the same as when he had first came in. "R-ri..riddikulus" he whimpered and tried to think of something funny but nothing came in his mind. He should have thought about that before entering this room!

He turned around and noted that the fire had now completely surrounded him like he was in the eye of an hurricane. He closed his eyes and realized that he was still trembling like mad. Holding his wand with both of his hands, he pointed it to his boggart and thought of , how strange this may sound, a duck wearing funny clothes and waddling around. Those creatures Always made him laugh AND it had helped him during his fifth year OWL , he pointed to his boggart and shouted "RIDDIKULUS!" His voice was stronger, though was still very high pitched. He kept his eyes closed as he concentrated on his funny thought.

Slowly, veeeeeeery slowly but effectively a smile became visible on his face and he started to giggle. Another couple of giggles as the duck in his mind did a pirouette and this was when he laughed. "HAHAHA" He opened his eyes and immediately froze again when the fire was still there. He closed them quickly and concentrated more on the funny duck. "RIDDIKULUS!" he shouted and laughed. It wasn't a real *real* laughter but it had to do right?

He dared to look again and the flames suddenly became smaller , it shaped differently and what he tried to see in his mind suddenly stood before him. It was a duck, wearing a cute yet funny tuxedo and did a pirouette before it vanished. The trunk didn't rattle anymore and he knew he had won.

He slowly put his wand back in its wrist holster and walked towards the door. Only realising he had been crying when he opened the door to leave and never to return

Kat did not know WHY she had to do this assignment. She knew she had a choice to skip it but no. She did not want to miss the opportunity to earn house points for Slytherin and obviously, to avoid another possible tie with the Puffers. SIGHS. Swear she didn't want to face her boggart... again. She had already done this activity during her OWLs and you don't know how much she cried afterwards. Never in her life had she cried even more. Okay maybe minus when her dad died but you'll see.

........... Well that was so Puffer of her, but it was really scary. Even more scarier than seeing Hufflepuff beating Slytherin. HEH.

The prefect slowly entered the classroom and quietly closed the door behind her. She staaaaaared at everything around her. There wasn't much in here compared to what she used to see if there were classes here. What caught her eye was a trunk in front of the room, and she was really sure it was unlocked. She eyed the trunk for a moment before realising something. Oh... Merlin. She knew what was inside that, and she was expecting it to come out of the trunk any moment now. Kat gulped and took her wand out of her pocket. She didn't like this. Even if she couldn't see what was inside the trunk yet, she already KNEW what was going to be in front of her. Just then, the trunk fully opened and something came out of the trunk. Kat stared at it with wide eyes.

"Dad..." Kat sniffed once the boggart shifted into the figure of her worst fear. Her father... dead. Yes, her father WAS dead... but she did not want to see the whole thing all over again. It was like torture to her, slowly killing her inside. She knew she would be facing his corpse again, and she expected it. But she was already having so many thoughts in her head and all of them were scary. She missed her father... so much. GULP. "I don't want to do this." She can't do it. Kat felt the urge to run out of the defense classroom and straight to her bed at the girls' dormitory in the Slytherin Common Room, where she could lay all day and never leave.

But she closed her eyes for a moment. If she could do it during her OWLs, then she could beat it the same as now. Okay okay... Kat, let's do this. "Ri..." Her father's started to look cold... and... a bit scarier than what she saw earlier. Oh my Merlin, please let this stop. Then Kat realised... only SHE could stop this. She had to perform the Riddikulus spell. Now would be a good time to finally cast the spell, Hudson. Do it... now. "Riddikulus!" Kat cried, sending the spell right to the boggart.

And the next thing she knew, her father's corpse had been dressed with a pretty gown and high heels. The type of clothes her mother, aunt, or older sister would wear. Oh my Merlin. Her father would NEVER do that (if he was alive you know), but this was so amusing. Kat's face, once covered with fear, had a grin plastered on it. "Hahahahaha!" she laughed. It sent the boggart back to its trunk. Beat that, loser. She had beaten her boggart. Yeah, Katrina Hudson had conquered her boggart not only once... but TWICE. She was awesome. 'Nuff said.

Now... she was out. Peace.

Jory stood outside of the Defense Classroom, trying to calm down. He was quite nervous as he knew what he had to do once he entered the room. He did not want to face a boggart ever again sine he had faced one during the DADA OWL practical. But here he was, about to face one, anyway.

Taking a deep breath, Jory pushed open the door. It was rather dusty inside, with uncleaned windows and cobwebs at various parts. But what caught his eyes was the trunk in the middle of the room. He knew what was in there. The Puffer stood there, just staring at it as if willing it to go away. How long he stood there, he did not know but he finally decided to approach the trunk.

Cautiously, Jory walked over to it. He could see it was not locked. He paused a good way from it, feeling more nervous than before. What if he was unable to defeat the thing? “Positive thoughts, Jory, positive thoughts,’’ he murmured. “Just keep your head on and concentrate.’’

The badger now stepped closer to the trunk. The Boggart inside seemed to sense someone approaching because the trunk shook and then suddenly the lid sprang upwards. Out came his Dad. With his eyes wide open and staring. A small patch of blood smeared the right side of his shirt but seemed to grow at intervals. It was the same as the OWL boggart. “It’s only a boggart, only a boggart,’’ Jory repeated, staring at his father. His worst fear. His dad being shot while on the job.

Jory raised his shaky hand that contained his wand. “Ri... Riddikulus!" he exclaimed, concentrating hard. The was a pop and his dad was replaced by a golden retriever dressed as a soccer player. Jory laughed shakily. It was just like the retriever he wanted. Minus the soccer outfit, of course. He could feel himself calming down now. But the boggart was gone now. Relief spread over him. He wanted to eat loads of ice cream now. Loads!

Ethan walked nervously into the room, already knowing what to expect. What he didn't expect was the condition of the room. It was very dirty and dusty. The room looked like any other class room except for one exception, there was a trunk in the middle of the floor. His interest piqued, he stepped closer.

As he approached it, the trunk started to rattle. Rattling harder the closer he got to it, it suddenly burst open with the mass of a pickup truck sized, hairy, filthy, black spider. His face petrified in the frame of someone who had a nasty surprise, Ethan started to back up towards the door. But then he heard in his mind what he thought people would say to him if he ran flying out of the classroom, and hardened his resolve. If there was something greater in him than his fear of spiders, it was his determination not to be cowardly. He took a tentative step forward, raised his wand arm and almost screamed at the spider, "Riddikulus!" He dared open his eyes. The giant spider had turned into a owl that kept loosing control and plummeting into the ground. He blew out the breath he hadn't noticed that he was holding and starting nervously laughing. With that, the boggart was gone. He felt a lot better now, but he was starting to get hungry. He left the room and headed for the Great Hall.

Sarah walked into the room. It was strange knowing that you were going to face a boggart. Usually it could scare the wits out of a person if they did not know if it was a boggart.

As she strode purposefully into the room she looked around. It was dusty, which lead to a round of sneezes from Sarah yet then a sound of a trunk opening made her jump. IT WAS A DEMONTER COMING AT HER! The logical side of her was telling her that it was not real, yet then the recent strange events going on at Hogwarts convinced her that it was a demontor. The greyish figure began gliding towards her and her pulse quickened, she thought she was going to die of a heart attack, yet really itw as only a panic attack. She reached for her wand. ""Expecto Patronum" she roared in a shaky voice thinking of waking up in the morning breathing and her heart beating. A few whisps came out of her wand yet nothing. All she could see was the creature coming closer. She thought of the first time she had it, it was in a desolate place on the grounds and she practicing it until she finally got it (albeit the . (Sarah was a very anxious person and also a just inxcase one so she wanted to learna ll the Defense against the dark arts spells she could). And when she did she was so happy. That was a nice memory ""Expecto Patronum" she said concentrating hard on the memory of jumping for joy when she had it. Alas there was nothing, just a bit more whispy clouds. Finally Sarah thought of her next memory scoring a goal in the previous year's game against the Hufflepuffs. She though t of her zooming down the pitch with the quaffle in her hand and scoring- ""Expecto Patronum" she shouted, fuill of self confidence and behold a dolphin bounded forth. Sarah was so overjoyed that it was the first time she had produced a Corporeal Patronus and she was so busy celebrating that she did not realize right away that the demonter did not stumble. Then she had it, it was really a Bogggert.

More positive thoughts were required then. She thought of being alive and pointed her wand at the Boggart., thinking in her mind about its cloack flying open revealing it was wearing a 'WORLDS BIGGEST LOSEr" t shirt. "Riddikulus " she said and behold the cloack few open and there in bold letters on its top it said "WORLDS BIGGEST LOSER". Sarah began to laugh then stopped briefly remembereing that it was not nice to laugh at other people misfortunes, shrugged it off and laughed again. She laughed and laughed and then crack the thing was gone and Saraj collapsed on the floor emotionally drained.

She got up a moment later, remembering that she should write home and tell her mother about her first corpreal patronus. That was more exciting to it all. All this confirmed that indeed all things work out for the best, and from a panmic attack she learnt how to make a patronus and her patronus was a dolphin. Sarah always thought it would be that.

Annabeth had spent the last hours outside the DADA classroom, observing the students that were coming out from there. Some of them looked scared by leaving the room, others were laughing and there was an interesting group that seemed relieved by something she couldn't realize. What would be there?

She asked to another first year who was leaving scared and, before run out through the dirty corridor, he told her that it was a boggart. She smirked. A boggart! She was not a little girl anymore, so a boggart couldn't scare her. Or it does? She had already read about boggarts, and she knew it should have the appearence of what could scare the person. But she didn't fear anything, so perhaps her boggart couldn't assume any form. This thought relieved her.

The girl took from inside her rucksack the DADA book. It was her homework, so it was supposed that she would need interact with the boggart somehow. A spell... A spell to repel boggart. She flipped through the pages and found: "Riddikkulus spell!", after reading attentively the book, she felt confident, stood up and opened the door carefully. Her friend hero Jory was there, he was casting the riddikulus spell against a man who became a golden retriever. He laugh and left the room with a good expression in his face. "Hi", she said, but he seemed to be lost in daydreams and no replied. "I don't mind", she said to herself, then she look over the room.

The room was dirty and on the floor there was a trail of footprints because of the dust. It led her toward the only thing that was in the room (beyond the books): a large trunk unlocked. She had noticed the golden retriever had went inside it, so it should be where it was the boggart.

Annabeth threw her rucksack aside and grabbed her wand. She could feel her heart hammering against her chest loudly while she approached the trunk.
What did she fear more in the whole world? she asked herself a moment before opening the trunk. She opened carefully the top of the trunk and reached down to peer through the crack. Maybe I could see how a boggart was when it hadn't noticed the presence of someone. But it was too late.

Suddenly something came from the trunk. Scared, Annabeth fell down on the floor and stood staring at the girl who had appeared. She froze: it was too familiar. It was as if she was looking at a mirror, although the boggart was wearing muggle clothes and had a hollow look, as if there was nothing inside its mind, any thought nor a soul. She gulped. It was too hard pointing a wand toward what seemed to be herself, but she knew she must do it. Her hand shook and the boggart was coming to her. She screamed, then it reminded somehow her Potions homework, probably because she had saw Jory when she entered the classroom, then she figured out what to do:

"Riddikulus!"

That Hollow-Annabeth became a smashed horned slug which was dancing into a boiling cauldron. She laughed at it. The Puffer took the cauldron with her free hand. It wasn't heavy, nor hot. It was no physical and became smaller, then she threw it into the trunk, took her rucksack and left the classroom, thinking about her experience, grinning and shaking her head from side to side.

Wade bit his lip as he entered the classroom. Yes, he knew what would be awaiting him in the trunk in that corner of the unkept and somewhat dark room.

Wade sighed as he approached the rattling trunk. Least Luc isn't here to see this.. again. He then shook his head at the brief memory of their encounter with one over the summer, not to mention the rare thing it made him do during the OWLs exam.. Right, go time. After approaching the trunk, Wade gave the top of it a kick to open it.

Right away, Wade backed away while drawing his wand out. His brows furrowed in deep concentration as he saw a single smooth hand appear out the trunk first. No, it wasn't just a hand, it was the hand of a slender, and quite beautiful woman. Her hair was platinum-blonde, and silk straight. Her eyes were crystal-light blue, like pure ice. It was Wade's mother, Eve. After twelve years, it looked as if she had returned.

She smoothly walked closer as Wade continued stepping back, while maintaining his hard look on his face. Wade's stomach was a different matter, flipping in pain and excitement. It didn't help when the boggart smiled at him.

"Wade.. why the long face?" Her smile was sweet, of love. "Aren't you going to give your mummy a hug?" Her arms open wide to accept an embrace.

Wade's furrowed brows turned upward, as his lip quivvered slightly. No, he would not cry.. He just missed her, like his dear dad had. "No.." Wade closed his eyes trynig to think of something to make this funny.

"No..? Wade.. Sweetie, why won't you look at me?" Wade kept one eye open, just to see, and instantly regretted seeing the hurt on her face. He shut it quickly. No.. this is a boggart.. He had to think of something quick before-

"I SAID.." The boggart's voice immediately turned hoarse, "LOOK AT MEEEE!!!" The sound was like an earthquake, shaking Wade enough to open his eyes in horror. The boggart resembling his mother quickly began changing. Her skin grew tighter, along with her skintone changing from light to pale, to gray, to a sickly green. Her eyes began to disappear before her body made *POP* noises affecting her perfect posture.. She began stepping more close, effectively pushing Wade back as he kept his distance.

"Oh Wade.. my son."Despite her horrid appearance, her voice returned to the natural sweet voice. "I should have tried harder to find that creature you wanted. No, no, no I should have taken you with me!" Wade blinked away that annoying itch in his eyes.

Wade was torn between that guilt he still held, it took a lot of him to want to stop it.. But he knew he had too. He closed his eyes again, trying to block out not only her face, but the voice that constantly sent goosebumps over him. Okay.. cool... feeling.. like.. ice- Images of his mother's eyes appeared. Making him sad. No.. not that.. like.. water... yes! Wade briefly smiled, he had some idea on what to do.

Opening his eyes, he frowned as he just remembered the grotesque sight of his mother.. as an Inferius. "I'm sorry, Mum.. this is for the best."

Wade's brows furrowed in concentration before he aimed his wand at the boggart, speaking quite clear, as he had two encounters as experience "Riddikulus!" From beneath the feet of the Inferius, appeared a clown fish floatie. It made Wade.. happy, as he remembered the fun of them in the water with his parents.

As he thought of the memory, he began to laugh from the fun, "AhahahahahAhAHAHAHA!" Between his laughs, Wade aimed his wand again at the floatie, "Locomotor Floatie!" Concentrating on sending it with the boggart that was attempting to change shape again back into the trunk.

Afterward, Wade sunk to the floor, somewhat exhausted, he frowned.. Hmm.. he could use a nap now. He didn't want to think about what just took place right now. So Wade then dragged himself up before leaving the once-again shaking trunk alone in the classroom.