Personal Narrative-Transfiguration Homework

The first day back was annoyingly long, it had never taken Elizabeth this much effort to get back into the swing of school work. In the common room Millicent and Pansy sat at the table trying to figure out their transfiguration homework. Millicent looked up when she heard Elizabeth come into the common room, “Oh thank god you’re here, what the devil are we meant to do?” she asked exasperatedly. Setting her back down, she removed her dress shirt and tossed it onto one of the winged back chairs. “We’re meant to write about the molecular change in the hedgehog when we turn it into a pincushion,” she laughed. Both of her classmates grumbled and reached for their transfiguration text-book.

The common room was soon filled with nervous first years trying to figure out their homework. Elizabeth put her

She was like a sister to me and her death hurt me deeply,” he admitted and watched the tears stream down her face. Severus got up and tugged on his daughter’s arm, embracing her in a tight hug. They were all the other had now that Bridget was gone; she’d been in their lives from day one. Pulling away from her father Elizabeth wiped her tears and looked up at her father who looked every bit as distraught as she felt. “It will get easier and Bridget wouldn’t want you to be so upset. You know that she wouldn’t want you crying over her all the time,” he reminded her and Elizabeth nodded.

Bridget was a happy person, always smiling and having fun and she wouldn’t approve of Elizabeth’s attitude. “Your right father, you’re absolutely right,” she sighed, wiping the stray tears. Silence fell upon them again; Severus tried to find a way to tell his daughter what had plagued him as of late. “I want you to be careful Lizzy, there are known death eaters in this building and I don’t trust them. Lucius employed Draco to watch over you,” he said and Elizabeth didn’t know why that bothered her so