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“How time does fly! It’s already your sixth year, approaching the end of your time at Hogwarts!” Professor Lupin began. “Today will be a fun day, there is a boggart in the cupboard and I thought we could take care of it. Please push the desks against the walls so we can begin.”
The sound of desks scraping against the wood floor filled the room, and echoing footsteps scurried to get a good spot in line. However, Sherlock Holmes wanted to be last in line. He liked to be the one to destroy the boggart; he knew he was the best at it. Although he didn’t enjoy the whole class getting a glimpse at his greatest fear, they already knew what it was since they had done boggarts before.
“How was your summer?” Molly Hooper, a Hufflepuff, asked him.
“It was fun,” Sherlock replied, “John and I got to spend more time together than we expected. My parents don’t really think of me in the same way anymore, though. First, I wasn’t made a prefect and then I came out to them,” Sherlock sighed. “They’ve always wished I was more like Mycroft.”
“I’m sorry, Sherlock. I hope it gets better for you and John.”
“Thanks, Molly. It means a lot.”
After many students had taken their turn at the boggart it began to show signs of weakness. It was becoming confused and its transformations were slowing down. Soon, Sherlock found himself at the front of the line. He raised his wand, prepared to cast the spell as the boggart began to transform.