Sitting behind a desk, bored out of my mind, listening to Professor Binns droning on about Goblin Wars or something like that, is not how I like to spend a nice day. Why was he so boring? I looked around to see almost everyone asleep, except for Potter and his clan of misfits. They were whispering furiously between each other, just out of Binns' line of sight. They were up to something. I knew by looking at Remus' face. He looked tired, and his face face had a deep gash running vertically across his right eye. The wound was clean, but it was still open.
James Potter actually looked worried for once, I know he means well, he is just such a stuck up show off.

The class ended and it was time for lunch. History of Magic was at the top of a set of shifting stairs that always were supposed to move back into place before lunch. Today, though, it seems they had a mind of their own. They remained on the other side of the tower, next to the another classroom that didn't have a class before lunch. Everyone soon realized what had happened and the wands came out. I pulled mine out too, I had no idea if spells would work on a magical entity inside Hogwarts, but I guess we had to try it.
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
"Wingardium LeviOsa!"
"Wingardium LevioSA!"
Nothing. I stamped my foot in frustration. I was very hungry.
"No need to get angry, love." A hand was placed on my shoulder. James Potter stood above me, smug grin and all. I glared at him, ready to fire curses before he brought his wand out and said, "Accio Nimbus 500!" I was always jealous of his broom, my parents never spent extra money on me so I was stuck with a Cleansweep Five. "Accio Cleansweep Five!" Our brooms flew through the open window at the back of the room, straight to our hands.
"I bet I can get to headmaster's office before you!" James yelled, jumping on his broom.
"You're on Potter!" I replied jumping through the doorway and taking off.

    We raced through the halls, avoiding teachers and getting strange looks. We were neck and neck before we saw the door. That's when my broom decided to give out. It does this when for some reason or another my magic is obstructed inside the broom and it stops channeling it. Which results in me falling. I started to pick up speed as I fell, the floor becoming my new destination. I squeezed my eyes shut in hopes that I wouldn't break something important. That's when a hand grabbed my waist and pulled me up sharply.
"I wouldn't let you fall, Kitty."
"POTTER!"

Later that day, I sat by the fire in the Gryffindor common room. After Potter had caught me, I slapped him and went to Dumbledore for help with the stairs. He fixed them and I got reprimanded heavily for flying my broom inside. And after that whole thing, I still had a twelve parchment essay on 'Popular Charms of the 1700s' to finish. I sighed, running a hand through my hair in frustration and getting back to work

That's when the portrait hole opened and my night was even more ruined than it already was.
"I can't believe Remus won't let us help him. He's gonna hurt himself and we won't be there to help."
It was Black, Potter, and nosy Pettigrew. What were they doing out this late? I grabbed my paper and hid behind a bookshelf.
"Ya know Prongs, I think stag is on his menu tonight, so he didn't want us there." Black was saying, almost snickering. "And rat probably sounds good too, Wormy. But me, on the other hand, I have no clue why he didn't need me. I could've been a great canine companion."
"Padfoot," Potter's voice again... "Shut up, we need to help him and if he loses control, I don't know what'll happen." There was a pause... "C'mon, we're helping him." I heard grumbling before the portrait swung open and their voices disappeared. I walked out from behind the bookshelf and towards the portrait hole.

I took a deep breath before I swung it open and hopped out.