Jenna was settled on the couch in the Gryffindor common room, clutching her spellbook and quill, smiling to herself as she stared into the fire. Its beams bounced off of her and made odd sort of flickers project onto her.

She had just escaped from the teasing of a handful of Slytherins. The cause of it, Jenna had an idea. The fact that she had danced with 'scar face' Remus Lupin had plagued the many minds of Hogwarts. Some just ignored it, but mostly she was bullied because of it.

She had no idea why: Remus was a wonderful person and she didn't care how he looks.

"Jenna!" Marlene ran in, a wide grin smacked onto her face. "You'll never guess what just happened!"

"What is it?" Jenna exclaimed, jumping to her feet.

"Sirius just asked me out!"

She rolled her eyes. "God, Marlene. Ask Lily, you know what she goes through with James..."

And with that, she hurtled up the stairs and to the right. The door handle on the boys room suddenly turned. The boys came out, thrashing their pillows at each other so feathers flew in a constant circumnavigate around them.

"Remus. You. Have. To. Tell. Her." Jenna looked up to see James sniggering.

"No!" Remus hissed, backing away from them so he wouldn't be hit by a pillow.

"ROCK FIGHT!" Peter shrieked, waving his arms madly in the air and running out of the room.

"Nope. Pillows only." Remus chuckled, plodding up to the dormitories.

A cold mist hung low these days: lessons were often disturbed by James and his group of friends. Jenna prayed for something new they would teach. It was all the same ideas, floating in a bubble.

She floundered to Transfiguration on a dark Thursday morning, accompanied only by Marlene and Lily. Lily was telling them how much Professor Slughorn had told her that she would get an Outstanding in her O.W.Ls for Potions.

"I have loads of Luck now," she beamed, taking out her little flask and gazing at it intently.

"Alright, class. File in as usual." Professor McGonagall stood by the door, waving her hand impatiently.

   They all took their reserved seats and settled themselves down after a rowdy morning: apparently some Ravenclaws and Slytherins had had a rather frightful row on the fourth floor.

   "Right. Today is going to be an important day for you all. The Ministry!" She beamed and turned to her blackboard and scratched out some words. A loud groan came from Sirius.

   "Yes, Mr Black?" McGonagall raised a brow feverishly.

   "Wait, isn't your name Minerva? Can I call you Minnie?"

   The rest of the room erupted into continuous laughter. Professor McGonagall looked thunderous, but Jenna could tell there was a slight amusement in her expression.

   "Well, if you wish... let's carry on. So, how was your trip to America?" She asked, beginning to write on the board again.

   "Great!"

  "We went to this superstore-"

  "Awesome! We made-"

  The rest was lost as many wanted to share the things that happened over the course of their little holiday.

"Alright! I'm guessing that you enjoyed it." McGonagall chuckled, standing back from the board. It read:

Students will proceed to the stone circle at twelve o' clock tonight. It is an important meeting for your futures.

"Right. Who's ready for some Transfiguration?" She clapped her hands together and grinned when there was a groan from her class.

The class even seemed more interesting than usual: they were learning about Animagus and how to register them. Meanwhile, James Potter and Sirius Black were making friendship bracelets out of grass.

"Honestly, I wish there were more Transfiguration classes like that one," Marlene sighed, planting herself on the couch in the common room.

"Yeah, that was fun for a change!" Jenna had been used in a demonstration during the lesson. She couldn't believe that only a few days prior she had been savagely attacked and thought she was to be left on the streets forever. 

   Remus unexpectedly stumbled in. His face was pale.

   "You look like you've seen a ghost," Marlene grinned, scratching some words out with her quill on an old shed of parchment.

  "Jenna, Marlene..." he panted, "this might be a bit of a shock..."