((Sorry I got a late start to this thread. If no one minds, I am going to write myself as having been here. It is one thing to make Amelia late to one class... it is quite another for her to be late to two classes. The horror.
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Amelia had been sitting quietly, almost invisibly, at the back of the classroom, her nose in a book as usual. Except this time, she was reading a book that wouldn't usually have crossed her mind. It was a thick book, much thicker than Amelia would have anticipated considering what a trivial sport she thought it was, but apparently,
The Rules of Quidditch was quite an undertaking of a topic to write about.
It was slow going with the book, having to stop nearly every page to mark a word she didn't recognize. It was probably a foolish endeavour, in actuality, Amelia trying to understand a game in which she had so very little interest, but she was getting tired of constantly looking foolish. It seemed the entire world liked and understood this god-forsaken sport in which individuals flew around on things meant for cleaning, but still, the entire world did like it, and thus expected Amelia to be able to talk about it. This was most recently prompted by a run in she had with an old friend of her brother's, but there were many other examples to cite when her lack of understanding of quidditch had contributed to her social awkwardness.
Amelia was all too pleased when the professor spoke up to start the class, putting the quidditch book aside gratefully. Transfiguration would be a breeze after quidditch. It seemed Ariel must have asked a question of the professor, because McCoy was answering it, but he wasn't answering very politely. Maybe he had been spending too much time drinking whatever KoolAid it was that the headmaster drank.
Your mother would slap you right on the mouth if she heard you thinking that, Amelia's subconscious scolded her, knowing her mother would not want her even thinking anything offensive about her professors. Amelia shook her head to clear it and paid close attention when McCoy gave his directions.
Interesting... Amelia thought, waiting for a moment to see if anyone else would stand up first, but when they didn't, Amelia slid out of her seat to fetch one of the crates from behind McCoy's desk, nodding respectfully to him as she passed. After bringing the crate back to her desk, Amelia took out her wand and opened the top slowly to find a white ferret peering up at her from the corner of the crate.
Fantastic, I would get the least vase-like animal that ever existed, Amelia thought, decided how best to go about turning the rodent in her box into a Grecian vase.