Class Four - N.E.W.T.

''Amadora, is there a problem with the mouse? Do try. If you fail, you cannot kill him. We shall easily return him back in his original state. Just concentrate and try. It won't kill you nor the mouse. You have seen how Amelia did it. It is no problem. Try to make a... rock or a.... frog. It is not hard and the mouse will experience no harm.'', Arthur said looking once more at Amelia when he mentioned her name.

''Do not mind the class. Arthur is doing a well enough job. They would not be better if I were in front of them.'', he said with a smile. ''And no, you are not a lost case, m'dear. Do you want me to talk to Jess, do you need that kind of help? Do you want both me and Wilson to do it?'', he asked.

Having returned to her desk, Amelia was taking a series of deep, steadying breaths, trying to seem calm even though her mind was reeling. She had just gotten up in front of the class upon Arthur's orders, a person she had never been overtly fond of to begin with, and then he had publicly humiliated her. He had done it on purpose and was clearly crossing boundary lines when he kissed her arm. Who even does that?

Breathe Amelia's subconscious reminded her before she was even fully aware that she had stopped, You are jumping to conclusions. You don't know for sure that he meant you any harm. You are one of the best students in the class. Of course he wanted you to do the demonstration.

Although her rationality was flawless - as she expected it to be - Amelia hesitated to accept it, finding it easier to be angry at Arthur than angry at herself for being so embarrassed. She was still debating on whom to place the blame when Arthur walked past her desk, dropping a few papers from his pocket and then quickly collecting them.

Well, most of them. One he placed on her desk, and as he walked away Amelia watched his retreating back before grabbing the folded up bit of parchment and opening it, quickly skimming Arthur's tidy handwriting and then crumpling the thing and forcing it into her otherwise tidy book bag. Amelia knew the note had been meant to placate her until the end of class, but it seemed to be having the opposite effect. She could feel a few remaining eyes on her from around the classroom, but she kept her own glued to her empty desk, concentrating on not taking Arthur up on his invitation to hit him. Amelia, unfortunately, had a redhead's temper, which was threatening to flare full force.

Hopefully by the end of class she would be calm enough to remain civil. Otherwise, Arthur had a date with her fist.

William Winston McCoy wrote:''Do not mind the class. Arthur is doing a well enough job. They would not be better if I were in front of them.'', he said with a smile. ''And no, you are not a lost case, m'dear. Do you want me to talk to Jess, do you need that kind of help? Do you want both me and Wilson to do it?'', he asked.

"Professor better don't if you don't really mean it.Insulting him isn't the best way to get good marks in the Order...And besides he would know i sent you so you might just send me to mad people's house first..." Mariana said not really sure how long was McCoy going to keep this up. Was he helping Arthur with something or what? "Wilson? No he would just go there and he won't leave out how i am a pathetic little girl either...He doesn't care anyway.." she commented hoping it wasn't stupid to insult Wilson in front of McCoy

''I am not James. If I say something I mean it. He treats you like a piece of garbage and that is just not right. And do not worry about me and the Order. I have been there long before Potter was even born. Let me see him try and exclude me.'', he said with a smile. ''I shall discuss that matter with him. And James, well, James Wilson has that kind of gift, the gift of speech. He is extremely rational and is able, with the mixture of sarcasm, to convince a man into anything. Just trust him a little. He is extremely hard to understand, but you can trust him. You do not have to understand a man to trust him. He likes to play games with people.'', he added.

Mariana listened as both Arthur and Professor McCoy seemed to have same arguments for defending Wilson. "Better don't Professor.Even if he doesn't exclude you from Order he will exclude me for encouraging a fight between members inside the Order.And for as much as i would like to leave it i have to stay.I own it to my parents...Better drop it i am not worthy of yours or anyone's effort for that matter.I'll just take care of myself like i always did.." she said to McCoy not even wishing to imagine what would Jess do if he found out she was sending McCoy or Wilson to fight him.

''Oh, do not worry about me that much, nor about James, nor about you. He will not exclude anyone from the Order. Just do not worry about that. This is a tough situation and a man cannot handle everything by himself. You need help and I will be happy to provide you with that help, m'dear. I never like to see one of my students sad, especially someone who has always been cheerful.'', he said.

Subastian looked at his mouse when he pointed his wand at it. He tapped it three times and said in his head, 'Verto'. The mouse then turned into a water goblet, which to him looke really nice. He smirked as he picked up the glass to get a better look at it.

"Just drop it Professor..It won't change anything anyway.It's only what i feel like doing for the moment.But i am the one that stepped aside so it's my fault. It's what i do best lately.." Mariana said not really sure what she wanted right now.Her head was working like a motor 3 milles an hour. "So before you go yell at him you should do the same with me.." she added quickly not knowing what else to add.

''Haversham... you have brilliantly proven that you can perform a non-verbal Fera Verto. But, was that the task? Of course not! You saw what I did, you saw what Amelia did... I did not ask you to preform a spell non-verbally, I have asked you to perform a transfiguration non-verbally, which means that you do not use a spell. You have, sadly failed. Now... since there is no larger activity, I would like to finish this class, if the professor agrees.'', he said, looking at McCoy