To Be A Werewolf - Book Two
written by Dora Scamander
Continue from Book 1 as Xanthe sets out on an adventure to find the wishing particle, which was once a part of the Philosopher's stone. Can they find it, and change Xanthe's fate of being a werewolf forever? (I'd advise you check out Book 1 before reading this, so you understand what's going on)
Last Updated
05/31/21
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Irritation
Chapter 1
NOTE: Hello, just wanted to let you know that I will be changing Rose's name to Aster, so as to avoid confusion between Xanthe's friend and Rose Granger-Weasley. Hope it doesn't take too long to get used to, and happy reading!
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The next few days went by normally, but I could sense Aster's impatience for action. We had scoured the library in the hope of finding more clues as to where the particle rested, but had, so far, found nothing.
On the fourth day of searching Aster flung down the book 'A Guide to the mysteries of Hogwarts' and said, scowling, "This is stupid! Maybe we should just march into the forest and ask the centaurs to tell us where it's hidden."
I smiled. "And get treated the same way as Umbridge did all those years ago? No thanks."
The bell rang at that moment, signalling it was time for Transfiguration. We gathered up our books and bags and made our way to the classroom, Aster grumbling as we went. "Just our luck that Rose Granger-Weasley will be there." She snapped. "Thrusting her hand into the air at every spare second."
We entered the classroom. Headmistress Mcgonagall was not to be seen. However, Rose Granger-Weasley was sitting at a desk, as we had expected. To my friends' dismay and annoyance, the only spare seats were next to her. We sat down. I smiled at Rose Granger-Weasley, and she did back, though I noticed how she examined me sharply. Aster ignored her.
After a few minutes, Headmistress Mcgonagall entered the room. A respectful silence fell. Mcgonagall ignored this: indeed, she seem highly flustered by something, and was muttering heatedly under her breath. I caught the words 'forest' - 'prying' - and, quite clearly, 'magiarchaeologists'. I froze, and listened harder, but the Headmistres had sat down at her desk and was saying the usual greetings.
I turned to whisper to Aster. Her mouth opened, and she began to whisper, "You don't think - ?"
I could see, out of the corner of my eye, Rose Granger-Weasley looking at me with narrowed eyes. I shook my head very slightly at my friend and turned to listen to Mcgonagall.
"Now," She was saying, "Today we will be discussing the importance of Untransfiguration. Can any of you tell me why this part of this study of magic is major?"
Rose Granger-Weasley's hand shot into the air.
Aster rolled her eyes.
"Yes, Miss Weasley?" The headmistress said.
"To put it simply, untransfiguration is the act of undoing a transformation." Granger-Weasley said. "If we couldn't do this, things could be disastrous. What if one turned themselves into an animal, but did not know how to turn themselves back?"
"That is correct, and in ancient times many such transformations did take place. There was always talk of a person being turned into a frog or something of that sort."
So the lesson went on. Not to brag, but I wasn't a bad student, and was doing all right. Rose Granger-Weasley had managed to untransfigure all her objects in the first fifteen minutes.
Aster was not focusing - I could tell her mind was on what Mcgonagall had been saying. Finally the class drew to a close, and by then I had made up my mind. I went up to the front desk.
"Excuse me, Professor?"
Mcgonagall was grading a paper. "In a moment." She said sharply. However, when she looked up her expression softened a little. "Miss Wilder. What is it?"
I searched for the right way to say my statement. "Erm - well - you see, when you came into class today -?"
"Ah." Mcgonagall cleared her throat. "It's nothing to worry about. I was a little stressed, is all -" But then she seemed to change her mind. She lowered her voice and said, "I'm sorry, Miss Wilder. I forgot that you go to the Forbidden Forest - well, on a timely basis."
I nodded.
Mcgonagall continued, "There have been magiarchaeologists wishing to enter Hogwarts grounds, and the forbidden forest.They think they can find something there."
"What is it, Headmistress?" I dared to ask.
Mcgonagall peered at me for a long time. Then - "I can't tell you that, Miss Wilder, but don't worry, I don't intend to let them anywhere near the forest." she said, and then added under her breath, "As if they'll ever find something that doesn't exist."
I nodded politely and went back to Aster, excited to tell her everything I had discovered.
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The next few days went by normally, but I could sense Aster's impatience for action. We had scoured the library in the hope of finding more clues as to where the particle rested, but had, so far, found nothing.
On the fourth day of searching Aster flung down the book 'A Guide to the mysteries of Hogwarts' and said, scowling, "This is stupid! Maybe we should just march into the forest and ask the centaurs to tell us where it's hidden."
I smiled. "And get treated the same way as Umbridge did all those years ago? No thanks."
The bell rang at that moment, signalling it was time for Transfiguration. We gathered up our books and bags and made our way to the classroom, Aster grumbling as we went. "Just our luck that Rose Granger-Weasley will be there." She snapped. "Thrusting her hand into the air at every spare second."
We entered the classroom. Headmistress Mcgonagall was not to be seen. However, Rose Granger-Weasley was sitting at a desk, as we had expected. To my friends' dismay and annoyance, the only spare seats were next to her. We sat down. I smiled at Rose Granger-Weasley, and she did back, though I noticed how she examined me sharply. Aster ignored her.
After a few minutes, Headmistress Mcgonagall entered the room. A respectful silence fell. Mcgonagall ignored this: indeed, she seem highly flustered by something, and was muttering heatedly under her breath. I caught the words 'forest' - 'prying' - and, quite clearly, 'magiarchaeologists'. I froze, and listened harder, but the Headmistres had sat down at her desk and was saying the usual greetings.
I turned to whisper to Aster. Her mouth opened, and she began to whisper, "You don't think - ?"
I could see, out of the corner of my eye, Rose Granger-Weasley looking at me with narrowed eyes. I shook my head very slightly at my friend and turned to listen to Mcgonagall.
"Now," She was saying, "Today we will be discussing the importance of Untransfiguration. Can any of you tell me why this part of this study of magic is major?"
Rose Granger-Weasley's hand shot into the air.
Aster rolled her eyes.
"Yes, Miss Weasley?" The headmistress said.
"To put it simply, untransfiguration is the act of undoing a transformation." Granger-Weasley said. "If we couldn't do this, things could be disastrous. What if one turned themselves into an animal, but did not know how to turn themselves back?"
"That is correct, and in ancient times many such transformations did take place. There was always talk of a person being turned into a frog or something of that sort."
So the lesson went on. Not to brag, but I wasn't a bad student, and was doing all right. Rose Granger-Weasley had managed to untransfigure all her objects in the first fifteen minutes.
Aster was not focusing - I could tell her mind was on what Mcgonagall had been saying. Finally the class drew to a close, and by then I had made up my mind. I went up to the front desk.
"Excuse me, Professor?"
Mcgonagall was grading a paper. "In a moment." She said sharply. However, when she looked up her expression softened a little. "Miss Wilder. What is it?"
I searched for the right way to say my statement. "Erm - well - you see, when you came into class today -?"
"Ah." Mcgonagall cleared her throat. "It's nothing to worry about. I was a little stressed, is all -" But then she seemed to change her mind. She lowered her voice and said, "I'm sorry, Miss Wilder. I forgot that you go to the Forbidden Forest - well, on a timely basis."
I nodded.
Mcgonagall continued, "There have been magiarchaeologists wishing to enter Hogwarts grounds, and the forbidden forest.They think they can find something there."
"What is it, Headmistress?" I dared to ask.
Mcgonagall peered at me for a long time. Then - "I can't tell you that, Miss Wilder, but don't worry, I don't intend to let them anywhere near the forest." she said, and then added under her breath, "As if they'll ever find something that doesn't exist."
I nodded politely and went back to Aster, excited to tell her everything I had discovered.
