A ton of feathers {Layla}

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Leander made her way to class with a sigh, wishing that she could be in any other lesson but this one. She hated transfiguration with a passion. No matter how much she tried to study and revise for it she never felt like she was any closer to catching up than before. She was always behind in the class - three years behind with some things since she hadn't been able to understand when they'd been learning them...

Todays lesson would probably end up the same as every other one, with Leander staring off into space while the words went straight over her head. Then as soon as she was out she'd be trying to cram in some revision time for it but it wouldn't make anymore sense than it had before. She sighed. She really didn't like transfiguration

Heading into class, Leander sigted her roommate, Layla, sitting towards the front of the class and she headed towards her, sliding into the empty seat on her right.

"Another lesson of nonsense... I still don't know why I ever thought taking transfiguration would be a good idea."

[lovelylayla]

Drumming her fingers against the table as she sat at the front of the classroom, Layla rolled her eyes slightly and leaned her head against her upright fist. She was okay at Transfiguration, not terrible like her roommate, but not excellent. Average. Unfortunately, Transfiguration was the most boring class ― next to History of Magic of course ― that Hogwarts had to offer. Maybe it was even more boring than History of Magic, after all Professor Binns didn’t notice if you paid attention or not. Layla usually used that class to catch up on sleep, as did most students.

But now she was in Transfiguration, with Professor McGonagall giving her and all the other students her sharp glare, and waiting for Leander to show up so they could be miserable together. It was times like these when she was glad she had a very good auditory memory. It was almost phonographic (like photographic but with sounds), but not quite that good. She sighed, and looked behind her, staring at the door.

Not a minute passed after Layla’s eyes locked on the door, before Leander quietly slipped into the room and headed towards the desk Layla was seated at. She sent Leander a bright smile, one that said 'thanks for showing up, now we can suffer together,' and shrugged at her friend’s comment. “Didn’t we decide to take it together? Some kind of ‘misery loves company’ thing?” Turning her eyes to Professor McGonagall, as if to seem like she was paying attention, Layla continued. “Next year we’ll rethink that idea.” She flopped her head down onto her crossed arms and let out a soft groan. Quickly remembering that McGonagall probably had eyes in the back of her head, Layla picked her head up slightly, resting her chin on her arms instead.

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[notalice]

Leander noted Layla's smile and returned a mock glare. In a lesson like this there was no reason for looking happy. This subject was going the be the death of her. After her horrendous fail on the last test, even after she'd had some help from Trent, Professor McGonagall had told her that if her grades didn't pick up she'd be at risk of either intense studying session with her in her freetime after class, or potentially resitting the year... Neither option sounded appealing. At all.

"Misery loves company but you have no reason to be miserable. At least you're moderately good at transfiguration!" Her voice was slightly muffled as she tried to avoid attracting any attention from the old woman standing at the front of the class. There were still a couple of minutes till the lesson began but that didn't mean McGonagall wouldn't take points if she felt like it.

"Why didn't I just take Charms like you? That would have made so much more sense." She'd been regretting her options ever since she first handed in her option sheet at the end of last year. She should have known all along that Transfiguration would be hell for her.

Leander watched as Layla flopped her head down onto folded arms, then rested her chin on them instead, eyes facing McGonagall. Leander quickly puller her muggle-style notepad and pen from her bag and placed them on the table, flicking to an empty page. Just like every other notebook she'd had in this subject, this one was being filled with page numbers, random scribbled quotes of things McGonagall specifically said were important, and the rest random song lyrics or doodlings to make it look like she was actually taking notes. She wasn't. She didn't understand enough of what was being said to be able to.

"How long until we can get out of here?" She muttered to her friend under her breath.

[lovelylayla]

Still grinning, Layla sighed at her friend. She couldn’t help smiling, it seemed to be her default expression. Seeing the mock glare Leander sent her, Layla stuck out her tongue partially. It was enough to convey the message without being noticed by McGonagall. Regardless, she pat Leander’s hand and offered a comforting smile; she knew how much Leander hated this class. After remembering that her friend was in very serious danger of having to repeat the class, Layla offered a small, apologetic smile.

Leander was right though, she was far worse at Transfiguration than Layla. The apologetic smile became somewhat more apologetic and less of a smile as Layla crossed her arms in front of her. She shrugged in agreement when Leander said she should have taken Charms as Layla had. “That’s your own fault though. You should have remembered your hatred of this class before signing up for it.” A short chuckle escaped her lips and she quickly covered her mouth, hoping that her friend hadn’t noticed.

Her chin resting on her folded arms, Layla looked over at her friend who was currently pulling out a muggle-style notebook. She remembered the first time she’d seen Leander with a notebook like that. Leander had been so amused with Layla’s fascination, and eventually had given her a spare one that she subsequently ended up using to write the stories she used as a creative outlet. Said stories usually ended up being things like hopes she wished would come true, and the like.

Unlike the notebook back in her dorm room in a very locked drawer, Leander’s current notebook was really filled with nothing but doodles and bits and pieces of song lyrics mixed in with some quotes from McGonagall, after they were specifically pointed out as important. Mostly she just tried to fill the pages as much as possible so it appeared that she was paying attention, even though halfway into class she would always ask when it would be over. Like clockwork.

Hearing the question be asked again, Layla smiled softly. “Exactly the same amount of time as all the other times you’ve asked.” Her soft smile turned into a rather large grin that she attempted to conceal as she continued. “Don’t worry, it’s not that much longer.” She reached out her hand and patted Leander’s arm sympathetically.

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[notalice]

Leander glared. "It's not my own fault. Like you just said, the whole 'misery loves company'? You're the one who wanted to take this." Leander had also somehow thought that by choosing to take the lesson ran by her head of house that it would somehow be easier, but she's been so wrong. Why she's thought it she didn't know, but still, she had...and now she was here to regret it. "And I didn't miss that laugh."

Pulling her notebook out and opening it, Leander wrote the date at the top of the page. From the front of the room, Professor McGonagall announced the beginning of the lesson. Leander tried not to make her groan too audible. The last thing she needed was a detention or something.

Leander saw Layla's frin as the other girl answered her question, and she glared, this one not even pretend. "Not much longer when out double period has only just star-"

Leander gasped and her head shot up as the professors strict tone cut to her. Color flashed through her quickly heated cheeks and McGongall made a point to the whole class about Leander talking. She looked down and stared at the notebook in front of her and she was sure the color of her cheeks matched the color of her hair, which she'd left red after Halloween with Stefan...

If there was one thing that Leander really hated it was a lot of attention. Whether it be good or bad, if it involved people looking at her then she hated it. But of course, the bad kind was worst. She sat there feeling like a hundred sets of eyes were boring into the back of her head and silently mocking her. She hated this, and she didn't remove her eyes from her note book.