The day before the match, gale-force winds howled outside, and rain poured down.
Thick clouds blanketed the sky. Even with candles lit in the corridors, visibility remained poor.
So Wood used the break between classes to call an impromptu meeting with the members of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team.
By the time the meeting ended and Harley arrived at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, the bell had already rung.
Harley knocked on the door, wondering who would let her in.
Going by the date, Professor Lupin was about due to spend some time in the little room.
So Professor Dumbledore would certainly have to find someone to fill in. After all, he couldn't exactly have a furry werewolf stand at the front of the classroom.
Harley was curious. Who would it be?
"Come in!" a familiar voice called.
Harley pushed open the door and saw Professor Snape standing at the front of the classroom.
"Well, well, well, Harley. Has the Lion Queen of Gryffindor actually turned up late to another class?"
Professor Snape stared into Harley's eyes, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.
"Or did you already know I'd be taking Professor Lupin's place, and deliberately arrive late?"
"Looks like your detention with me will have to be extended again, Harley. Let's add another three months!"
The Little Lions glared at Professor Snape. After all, the grounds for this punishment were completely unreasonable.
The bell had only just rung. Harley wasn't even late.
Even if she had been late, taking five points would have been the most he could justify. What gave him the right to make her serve another three months of detention?
And what did he mean by disrespecting a professor? The Little Lions wanted to ask that too. Where had Professor Lupin gone?
But the