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Professor Moody's Ravenclaw-Personal Narrative

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"You need to be prepared, and you need to know what you're up against!" I watched Professor Moody intently has he finished his brief lecture and introduction. It did slip by me that he seemed to spit certain words such as Ministry, and Azkaban. Defense Against the Dark Arts, a subject I was always keen to learn. Not because I was 'evil' or a Slytherin or some other stereotypical nonsense—I'm a proud Ravenclaw; but because it's actually interesting. Well, it was with Professor Lupin. Beginning our 7th year, we—Ravenclaws and Gryffindors—have class near the end of the day. So I figure I might have something to look forward to besides Astronomy. Matthew seemed more uncomfortable than interested as he shifted in the seat beside me. I knew …show more content…

He saw right through most of my disguises. I do actually care about him, though. But if I claimed that to anyone else, it was sarcastic or cleverly disguised—and most didn't see through that one. "The fourth years say he's... interesting," Matthew whispered, "demented." "Well, he's teaching them our material," I whispered back. "Mr Ashe," Moody's magical eye spun to look at Matthew as he reached into one of the jars on his desk. He took out a spider and pointed his wand at it before muttering, "Engorgio." he then turned his body to Matthew and set the spider gingerly on his book. "Since it's obvious you know all, would you be so kind as to give the class the first curse?" Matthew's face flushed pink as he stared at the spider with a wide-eyed expression. "The I-imperius curse," he said softly, unable to meet the teacher's gaze. "Well, go on," Moody snapped, demonstrating with his wand. Matthew looked mortified at the suggestion, visibly swallowing. 10 minutes in and he was already asking us to perform the Curses, I thought, at least he's …show more content…

Matthew raised his brow and shot me a glance, confirming he heard it as well. Or it may have been that just he implied he would curse us all. "The problem is, how do you sort out the liars?" quite a few hands were raised immediately, mine included. But for some strange reason, I didn't think 'liars' meant the ones claiming they were cursed. I shook the thought as Moody's gaze fell on me. "Yes, Miss Ambers?" "The Cruciatus Curse," I said, confidently at first, then significantly weaker as it finally dawned on me what he was about to do. I was thick. Stupid, stupid, thick. Moody nodded and dropped the spider onto his own desk, giving all of the students a clear view. "Cruico!" he said coldly, his mouth twisting into a poorly disguised smirk. The spider writhed violently, punctuated by its own screams of agony. I found myself trying to meet Moody's gaze, to beg him to stop, but instead finding the words caught in my throat once again. Matthew winced at the animal's pain, as did most of the

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