I flick through textbook after textbook, trying to make sense of what my mind is trying to tell me. After I've seen more paragraphs on werewolves in half an hour than I have in my whole life, I'm still none the wiser but even more agitated. I sigh loudly and rest my head on the desk in frustration. I clench my fists and dig my nails into my palm, a habit I've picked up for whenever I'm angry, and try to sift through all the information that's swirling around my aching head.

How could he have done it? How could he have hidden it from everyone all this time?

How did I not notice?

Then again, no one has ever noticed me at all. I've kept hidden all this time and no one knows even a tiny little detail that I don't want them to.

A muffled crash startles me and I jump up, looking wildly around for anyone. I see a sliver of a person crouching down next to a shelf, running their hands over the top of the books whilst looking for a particular title. I quickly pack everything away but leave the books where they are, if I look at the word 'werewolf' again, I might just scream.

As I'm going, something snaps in my mind. What if someone else looks through the stack of books I collected and puts two and two together? I don't want anyone else suspecting anything. Imagine if he was found out because of me, he would hate me forever, I would hate myself for it.

Dumbledore was right, as usual, there is always someone who can understand you, I just have to work out how I should approach the situation. There's no denying that it's a strange and awkward position to be in, I don't think that anyone else has been in the same situation as I'm in now.

I walk down the empty corridor and by some happy coincidence there stands James, bunking out of his lesson and wandering down the corridor with his hands in his pockets. I race towards him, my bag knocking against the back of my legs as I go and tap his shoulder. He spins around to face me and frowns in confusion.

"Imogen? What's wrong? What do you want?" He says.

I roll my eyes, a sudden burst of confidence and questions bubbling to my mind. What do you think? I want an explanation. I write quickly.

His expression drops to a shocked and unhappy frown. I roll my eyes in frustration at him and wipe away the words.

Sorry, but what did you think that I'd say? That lily is in trouble and she needs you to be her night in shining armour? Sorry, but I don't think that that's going to happen at this moment in time.

'Damn.' I think. 'When did I get so sassy?'

He tries to hide his disappointed expression and looks down at me through his glasses.

"But lily is ok?"

I hit his arm and frown, making him purse his lips up in thought before grabbing my arm and dragging me down the corridor and into the Gryffindor common room. There's no one around us but he even makes sure to check in all the nooks and crannies for students who might be hiding for some reason unbeknownst to me.

"What I say here goes no further than these four walls and us two." He says sternly, catching me off guard with a searching look in his eyes.

I nod, if there's one thing that I'm definitely not, it's a snitch. (No pun intended)

"So, erm, we're all animagi, and we were helping Remus with his first transformation last night." He stumbles over his words and I can practically see his brain going overtime as it tries to find an excuse that doesn't sound like a mess of words strung together.

I raise an eyebrow at him, mentally questioning him and watching as he gets really flustered under my stern gaze. After a couple of seconds of tense silence, I break out into a smile, writing out thank you and walking off. I hear him breathe a sigh of relief and shake my head.

Sometimes boys can be so ignorant.

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Remus's POV

That night, I sit anxiously on my bed, waiting for any shred of news or information about what's going on. Peter and Sirius look nervously at me, biting their lips and mouthing things to each other when they think that I'm not concentrating.

James suddenly flies in, wrenching the door open as he goes and accidentally slamming it against the corner of my chest of drawers. The dent that I notice has magically appeared gets pushed to the back of my mind as I stand up to see what going on.

He shuts the door and rests his back against it. The look of pure relief in his eyes immediately makes my heartbeat slow and my breathing becomes less panicked.

"She bought it?"

"Every last word." He smiles like he's just won the tri-wizard competition.

I'm less sure though.

"Are you certain? I mean, she can be quite deceptive when she wants to, and, well......" I hesitate.

"You're a gullible mofo." Sirius chips in with a smile.

James narrows his eyes angrily at us and he and Sirius get into a heated debate about how they couldn't survive without one another. I turn to look at Peter who's just sitting there, watching it all with a bored, vacant expression that he tends to have on his face fairly often.

I sometimes think that he has the easy way of life. Going through the everyday motions, not having to care or worry about what's going to happen, how he's going to hide and lie to everyone. The most stressful thing he has to deal with is prep, and we all seem to do the majority of it anyway.

I'm picked up out of my thoughtful analysis by the sight of everyone staring at me.

"What?"

"Nothing. You just seemed very spacey, not like you at all." James says worriedly. "Everything's ok now. She has no idea about anything. It's all sorted out."

I nod as I try to let the relief properly wash over me and calm my erratic thoughts.

"Thanks, James, for doing that." I smile. "I'll slip your name into the next conversation with Lily and see how it goes for you."

His face brightens up at my offer and I laugh internally at how easy it is to please some people. We begin to sort through our work for prep and I groan in annoyance as I realise that the majority of the books I need are left in the common room where I leant them to Sirius before all the revelations came to life.

I wander slowly down the corridors towards the room and push the door open with my palms. My mind absentmindedly wanders, thinking about work, quidditch, full moons, and a load of other things that aren't my problems to worry about.

I'm greeted almost immediately by the sight of her, sitting there, calmly reading with a small, ginger ferret curled up on her chest. She turns to look at me as I shuffle around and our eyes lock together.

They're screaming at me.

Screaming that she knows.

She knows everything.

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She knows!!!

I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while, y'all must be pretty annoyed with me, but, shocking news, I have a life. Sort of.

IT'S LESS THAN A MONTH UNTIL CHRISTMAS! AHHHH I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO GET MY BROTHER! AHHHH DOES ANYONE HAVE ANY IDEAS?!

Pls comment if you do xxxx

Not that this matters to anyone but I've also been trying to learn how to do the splits, not very successfully but I'm getting there, can someone please give me tips because there's only so much a YouTube tutorial can tell you.

QOTD: actually, why don't you ask me questions and I'll try to reply.

Stay Sugary Sweet my little sugarplums ~ Molly