"My wife saving the day as always." Sirius grins.
"Future wife." Remina corrects him unaware of the frown of her future husband's face.
"Wife. My wife." Sirius adds firmly before pouting at the blushes on Remina's cheeks.
"How weird." Antares frowns watching them.
Parkinson gave Professor Lupin an insolent stare, which took in the patches on her robes and the dilapidated suitcase. With a tiny hint of sarcasm in her voice, he said, "Oh, no - er - Professor," then she smirked at Crabbe and Goyle and led them up the steps into the castle.
"What a spoiled brat." Bellatrix scoffs.
The six of them joined the crowd swarming up the steps, through the giant oak front doors, into the cavernous entrance hall, which was lit with flaming torches, and housed a magnificent marble staircase that led to the upper floors.
The door into the Great Hall stood open at the right; Coventina followed the crowd toward it, but had barely glimpsed the enchanted ceiling, which
was black and cloudy tonight, when a voice called, "Potter! Black! I
want to see you both!"
"That's always what Minnie says when we are in trouble." James sweat drops. 
Achilles raises a brow and smiles lightly, "She is not in trouble, she is trouble."
"That doesn't help."
Coventina let out a sigh while Antares pouted. Professor McGonagall,
Transfiguration teacher and head of Gryffindor House, was calling over
the heads of the crowd. She was a stern looking witch who wore her hair in a tight bun; her sharp eyes were framed with square spectacles. 
"There's no need to look so worried -- I just want a word in MY office,"
she told them. "Move along there, Malfoy."
"Opssie." Euphemia smiles.
Draco stared as Professor McGonagall away from the chattering crowd; they accompanied her across the entrance hall, up the marble staircase, and along a corridor.
"Are we in trouble or what?" Draco asked Coventina. "Why don't you ask her?" Draco rolled his eyes.
"She will put her claws on me."
"Mister Malfoy!" Draco gulps, "Yes Minnie, the most amazing cat in the world?" 
Regulus frowns obviously offend.
Once they were in her office, a small room with a large, welcoming fire,
Professor McGonagall motioned Coventina and Antares to sit down. She settled herself behind her desk and said abruptly, "Professor Lupin sent an owl ahead to say that you were taken ill on the train, Miss Potter."
Before Coventina could reply, there was a soft knock on the door and Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, came bustling in. Coventina frowned annoyed, it was bad enough that she'd
passed out, or whatever she had done, without everyone making all this
fuss.
"Understable, actually."
"Give her some private time duh."
"I'm fine," she said, "I don't need anything." "Oh, it's you, is it?" said Madam Pomfrey, ignoring this and bending down to stare closely at her.
"I suppose you've been doing something dangerous?" 
"Maybe." Coventina smirks.
"It was a dementor, Poppy," said Professor McGonagall.