Eoghan Blyth (Bc I forgot to do my own classes)
Third Year
Lesson Two
Eoghan took his regular seat in Defense Against the Dark Arts, wondering what sort of things Professor Adler had in her drawers that they would be allowed to help themselves to. There were quite a few, and if they were free then it may have been worth checking. For now, however, Eoghan was focused on the task at hand as they started to discuss werewolves. The Ravenclaw thought this was the type of thing that was more likely to be discussed in Care of Magical Creatures but by the sounds of it, that was going to be the theme of this semester for the class. He made some notes about the condition, thinking that some of the question his classmates had asked were ridiculous. When they were invited to speak to the professor, Eoghan wracked his brains for something insightful, something to prove that they weren't all as immature as their classmates.
"What happens if a Muggle is present during a werewolves transformation?" he asked. Of course they could do their best to prepare given they knew what time of the month it would happen, but Eoghan still thought it would have been rough for all those involved if a werewolf couldn't prepare themselves in time.
Lesson Three
Eoghan wasn't sure what to expect when he walked into the classroom to see the tables and chairs had been moved away, and instead there was a wardrobe in the middle of the room. He'd never heard of a Boggart before, so the third year was more than happy to let the others do the talking, and when the time came, he watched as the professor demonstrated on herself. The moment the doors of the wardrobe opened, Eoghan's jaw dropped as a ghostly version of one of the twins with a little girl stepped out. A sideways glance to his classmate made him think that neither of them had any idea that was going to happen either. How did this professor know Lumos and Nox, and who was the little girl? She looked a little bit like the professor but Eoghan couldn't be sure. Knowing that in a few weeks he'd have to come up against his own fears in front of the class was a daunting thought. He not only didn't want to know what his boggart was, but he also didn't want to face it in front of everyone. He left the room at the end of the lesson more quiet than usual.
Lesson Four
Apparently, every DADA class was more daunting than the last. Eoghan took his usual seat next to Lilith, staring at a creature inside a water tank at the front of the room. He didn't like to think of the struggle that occurred for the creature to be put inside it. He took a few notes on the Grindylow, hoping that the professor was right and the magic she'd used to keep it locked inside would be tight enough to protect them against the bashing the creature was currently doing against the glass. Even though drawing wasn't his strong suit, Eoghan did his best to copy the Grindylow's features, before submitting his drawing sheepishly to the professor and hoping he wasn't about to be marked down for his artist lack of talent.
Lesson Five
Eoghan had been doing his best to pretend that this lesson wasn't going to come. He didn't want to face his fears at all, let alone in front of the others. He'd also been told ahead of time that Lilith was likely to see Eoghan walk out of the wardrobe in one form or another, and the third year was torn between feeling like he needed to be there to help her, or completely keeping out of the way. Lilith went before him, and he moved toward the back of the room, unable to look his other self in the eye. He'd have time to talk to Lilith about it later, but at least he was already prepared for it. He hadn't expected to have that kind of influence over anyone else, and to think that Lilith of all people was afraid to lose him was overwhelming. Would it be better or worse if his own Boggart wasn't a reflection of Lilith? It didn't look as though he was going to have too much time to find out.
He moved to the front when it was his turn, waiting anxiously to see what would emerge from the wardrobe. He wasn't surprised when it was his sister that walked out in front of everyone. Except, it wasn't his sister anymore, not really. She was shouting at him now, announcing that he'd abandoned her, left her on her own and didn't care that she had no one else. Imogen didn't need him anymore. They were the things that Eoghan thought were true, but he was trying day after day to convince himself he'd made the right decision in coming to Hogwarts. It had to have been the right choice. She'd told him to come here, she wanted him to find out how he could help them both in the future. Eoghan raised his wand before his nerves got the better of him,
"Riddikulus," he said clearly, trying to imagine his twin in an outfit she'd worn a few years ago, making her look like a giant raspberry. He couldn't help it, despite the welling of tears behind his eyes, he started to chuckle, remembering that day during the summer when it had just been the two of them. At the end of the lesson Eoghan left swiftly, trying to get the image of his sister out of his mind, but finding that it may well have been the truth now anyway.