"Despite the fact that your thesis was very instructive and interesting, who would have thought it would end up being the worst one you've ever done?"
"Sorcerers are racists — anything related to demons shouldn't even be mentioned. If this had been 30 years ago, there's a good chance I would've been burned at the stake."
Some, like Hermione, loved it, but the jury decided that just because I talked about demons, it deserved last place.
"The important thing is that I might have changed a few minds about demons, and that matters."
"I'm not sure trusting a demon is a good idea."
"You're right, Marie, but now people know that there are intelligent demons who don't necessarily want war."
"Yes, but that's still very limited knowledge."
We kept arguing about whether I should have chosen a different topic for my thesis, but I just wanted to share this knowledge — to spread it to the new generation.
"Because of this, Rita Skeeter wrote a very negative article about you."
"You think my credibility would disappear after just one article? Those who turn their backs on me because of that are fools who blindly believe what others say. Everyone knows that I love knowledge and sharing it, so of course if I find something— even on a nearly taboo subject— I'll show it to the world."
Rita is the worst, but she did help me uncover all of Lockhart's crimes, so I'll let it go... but honestly, a journalist like her shouldn't exist.
"My parents are here, so I'll leave you two alone."
She seemed a bit sad that her parents had arrived by car, but there was nothing we could do.
"Don't worry, we'll see each other again at the Quidditch World Cup final — it won't be long."
"You're right."
I didn't explain why I'd be going to the final, especially since she knows I'm not really into that sport. It's too violent. I prefer basketball or baseball — something a little less likely to kill you.
A few days later, I finally decided to take on my teenage form. My curves had gained a little volume—just enough to be perfectly proportioned, but not so much that it became inconvenient when I carried my katana.
When I showed my appearance to Marie, she fainted a dozen times in a row, practically bleeding from the nose before she could even look at me without getting overly excited.
"Keep acting like this and we'll never see each other again."
"Don't expect me to live without seeing your divine beauty every day!"
"Just live like you did before seeing me like this."
"That's impossible! I'll die if I can't admire you when we bathe together!"
She always loves to exaggerate… but she'll calm down once she gets used to the new me.
On my side, I'm not used to being so tall or, well, shapely. I've got some issues with personal space and distance… but I think I'll manage.
I noticed I had gained some muscle mass—which would be perfect for wielding my katana.
"Forgive me for disturbing you, but the Hogwarts letters have arrived."
Seraphira entered and handed us the letters.
"Thank you, Mother. Now leave before you pollute the air in this room."
"You're so mean to me, why?"
"Because you're interrupting when something might have happened between me and Evelyn."
"Oh! Then I'm sorry for ruining the mood."
"Nothing was going to happen."
This scene felt strangely familiar… and honestly, I can't tell which of the two is more perverted.
When I opened my letter, it included the usual list of required supplies and important books—but also a badge with an eagle and a letter P engraved on it.
"It was obvious you'd be made a prefect."
"Of course. No need to even ask."