Someone had picked her up by her neck and had interrupted her fantasy about a swim in the crisp cold water of early morning and then they'd...wait...picked her up by her neck?
She looked around and saw she was in an alley, with clothes laying beside her. Not her clothes but clothes nonetheless. And some old blond man was standing over her. A wizard. He was talking to her. Oh, buggar. She'd done it again. And in muggle London. Her first thoughts were that the aurors were going to come and get her and toss her in.....What? What was he asking? Hadn't she learned how to change back?
Well, the truth was that her love for water was sometimes completely overwhelming. She had no ability whatsoever to resist it. Back home, it wasn't a problem if she dove into the pool and went all furry. It was normal there. When she got a chance to be in the water, she almost always ended up as an animagus and then, once in awhile, she had a hard time changing back. Okay, so, yeah, she almost always had a hard time changing back if she had been having a great time as an animagus. Her Head of House was trying to mentor her into changing back but so far, all she was doing was getting was stuck and frustrated. The lessons hadn't worked very well.
There were no animaguses that she knew. Not in her family. Her mother was a seer, and Daddy was an auror and a healer. She heard that her biological father, her dad, was an animagus, but if she'd met him, it had been longer than she remembered. Her mother showed him pictures of him. They sorta looked like the old guy in front of her. In fact, the pictures looked a heck of a lot like the old guy.
And he sounded like he thought she was a fairly poor animagus if she couldn't change back. Well, she'd make it work. She tried to force herself to try to change back.
The only thing she managed was her human, almost waist long blond hair, and her own amazingly beautiful blue eyes. Dang it. Now she looked like an overgrown Shih Tzu who swallowed a whole bottle of hair potion. Lovely. She could hear her professor's shrill voice in her head.
"Abigail Lupin! Troll!!" the shrill voice almost made her shudder.
She looked at the wizard standing over her who, of course, had been witness to that pitiful effort and the even more pitiful mess she had become. It didn't bother her to screw up in front of Papa. He never criticized her, and he never let her stay stuck. He seemed to think she was improving on changing back. A little, he said. He merely undid the bits she screwed up and then let her try again or completely changed her back. This guy, well, if he criticized her, she decided she might very well either bite him or pee on his leg. Hm...maybe if she did pee on his leg and made a run for it, she could....She could what? Drag all the blond hair back to the ministry, leap heroically into the phone booth and zip into the atrium? Or even better, zip into the loo and manage on all fours, to flush herself? Capital thinking, Abbey, she sighed.
As Papa often said, she might have her father's animagus, but she certainly had her mother's temper. In the meantime, though, she didn't know what else to try, so she simply laid down in the alley, looking a bit like an overgrown mop, and laid her head on her paws, she cast her blue eyes up at the wizard in surrender.
I am sooo screwed, she thought.