Dudley gasped in amazement and then just as suddenly the cat disappeared and Professor McGonagall stood before them once again.Dudley could not believ... what he had just seen. The professor smiled at him and told him she was glad to see that she had shocked him. She related to him that sometimes she did this before her first year classes on their first lesson and some of them were a bit blasé about it.Dudley asked wide eyed, "What did you just do?"I am an animagus." She said. "That means I can. But she also noticed that her breathe went back to a calm one very quickly, and that if she had really wanted to cry, she would have started crying a long time ago by now! So, what was really going on with her feelings? Why wasn’t she reacting like any normal person in such a situation? She had just been hit by a painful thing violating her most private part, in an extremely humiliating position, and she didn’t want to rebel, to fight against it (with her only available weapon: her voice and. .. but they hadn't consciously registered with her.But while Emily had gotten plenty of attention – both good and bad – for dressing like a tramp the past few days, she'd managed to bury that in the back of her mind. For when she'd dressed the way Jack wanted her to dress those other days, the amazing headphones that Jack had given her were always in her ears, blaring their sweet, lovely static. And, while lost in that dreamy haze of static, Emily had thought little else but her cheerleading. The ship imploded as I hit the release. Some fragment or other smacked into the escape vehicle, throwing it away from the rest of the escape pods. I was thrown around the cabin and hit my head. I blacked out…. — I awoke with a groan. The pod had stabilised and I was lying down on one of the bunks, a medi-pack across my forehead. Puzzled, I sat up carefully. What was going on? I was supposed to be the only one here, everyone else should have abandoned before I got to the airlock. I caught a.