Troublesome Fools By: Moony Vs. Padfoot
Chapter 1
Rowling's characters/settings. My story. Padfoot's story.
"Restless students, aren't they, Mr. Filch?" Innocent eyes of James Potter and Sirius Black shifted from Minerva McGonagall to Argus Filch, waiting for his response and their punishment.
"Restless? More like troublesome." He glared at James and Sirius.
"I think I'd have to agree with you there."
The dark-haired boys didn't take this as a shock; both of their mothers have said the same on countless occasions.
"What'd they do this time?" Filch said exasperatedly, still holding his glare.
"Argus, this is their first day of classes, you're acting like they've done something else. Which I'm sure they haven't." Not. In McGonagall's mind, they could have blown up London this morning.
"They have. Taunted Mrs. Norris 'bout fifteen times this morning. Kicking her and such. Sayin' she was a dirty old spy." Filch said, sorry for his dear cat.
"Well she is..." Sirius blurted out.
McGonagall wasn't surprised in the two. After what they did, during her class...she shuttered at the thought.
Flashback to the Transfiguration Classroom (first class for the first years)...
"...and I will not take excuses for any assignment whether homework or class work which should be completed within the time I give it to you..." Professor M. McGonagall was lecturing her first-year class about the do's and don'ts in her class.
"But Professor, what if your animal and slash or dorm mates attempt or threaten to eat your homework?" Sirius interjected, without even a raised hand.
McGonagall gave Sirius a piercing stare. "Mr. Black, if your pet is trained well, I'm positive that it will not try to eat you Transfiguration homework. And I'm sure your dorm mates are mature enough not to eat parchment."
She was just about to continue her famously-boring speech, when James spoke, "Are you saying, Sirius, that you think I'll eat your homework? I doubt you'll even do your homework!"
"Sirius will too do his homework! Sirius wasn't talking about James anyways!" Sirius stood up from his chair.
They were in a fake argument, in the middle on McGonagall; the strictest Professor of them all's class. She'd be able to stop them in a snap. "Mr. Black, Mr. Pot-." Maybe not.
"And why is Sirius talking about himself in the third person?" James stood up.
"Has this become English class, Jamsie?"
"I don't know, maybe it has!"
"Are you threatening me?"
"Perhaps."
"Should we take this to the corridor?"
"Nah, we fight fine here."
"Stop it James, you're embarrassing me." Sirius said in a high-pitched voice, pretending to blush.
"Er-."
"Well if you're sure..." Sirius' voice was back to normal. "Avada Kedavara!" Sirius flipped his quill, pretending it was his wand.
"Avada Kedavara? Ain't that like, the killing curse or something, Siri?"
"Yea."
"Awesome! Where'd you learn it?"
"Mum. She taught me and Regulus over the summer. Said we'd need it for special purposes. Except I was just saying the incantation over and over again so she only taught Regulus."
"Oh."
"AVADA KEDAVARA!"
"AVADA KEDAVARA!" James was doing the same thing with his quill.
"AVADA-."
"SHUT UP!" They didn't notice that it was Professor McGonagall saying this, not a student.
"NOO!" They both said in unison.
"AVADA KEDAVARA!"
"AVADA KEDA-."
"BOYS!!"
The room fell silent, from the giggling girls in the corner to the shiny- eyed Sirius and James. No student –more importantly a first-year – had dared to disrupt the lectures of McGonagall. They were trouble. They were future marauders.
"Yes Professor?" Sirius said politely.
"I will see both of you after class. I'm not in the mood to waste valuable learning time with a lecture on behavior."
The boys showed no sign of coward ness or fear over the woman in charge of them. This is what brings McGonagall down.
Back to the current time in Filch's office... (Why they are there I don't know...)
"Shall we reward Hogwarts' new troublemakers?" McGonagall suggested to Filch, whose face showed what he felt on this matter. Duh.
"Yes please!" Sirius exclaimed, with a famously mad grin on his face.
"Since you're so enthiastic Mr. Black, I'd be happy to give it to both of you" Professor McGonagall said. "One week of detentions. You may be off."
Sirius and James were left snickering away to Potions class. This wasn't even phase 1 of a troublesome, foolish friendship.
Like it? I thought of this story while my mom was at the dermatologist. Review please, people! I know you want to!
Chapter 1
Rowling's characters/settings. My story. Padfoot's story.
"Restless students, aren't they, Mr. Filch?" Innocent eyes of James Potter and Sirius Black shifted from Minerva McGonagall to Argus Filch, waiting for his response and their punishment.
"Restless? More like troublesome." He glared at James and Sirius.
"I think I'd have to agree with you there."
The dark-haired boys didn't take this as a shock; both of their mothers have said the same on countless occasions.
"What'd they do this time?" Filch said exasperatedly, still holding his glare.
"Argus, this is their first day of classes, you're acting like they've done something else. Which I'm sure they haven't." Not. In McGonagall's mind, they could have blown up London this morning.
"They have. Taunted Mrs. Norris 'bout fifteen times this morning. Kicking her and such. Sayin' she was a dirty old spy." Filch said, sorry for his dear cat.
"Well she is..." Sirius blurted out.
McGonagall wasn't surprised in the two. After what they did, during her class...she shuttered at the thought.
Flashback to the Transfiguration Classroom (first class for the first years)...
"...and I will not take excuses for any assignment whether homework or class work which should be completed within the time I give it to you..." Professor M. McGonagall was lecturing her first-year class about the do's and don'ts in her class.
"But Professor, what if your animal and slash or dorm mates attempt or threaten to eat your homework?" Sirius interjected, without even a raised hand.
McGonagall gave Sirius a piercing stare. "Mr. Black, if your pet is trained well, I'm positive that it will not try to eat you Transfiguration homework. And I'm sure your dorm mates are mature enough not to eat parchment."
She was just about to continue her famously-boring speech, when James spoke, "Are you saying, Sirius, that you think I'll eat your homework? I doubt you'll even do your homework!"
"Sirius will too do his homework! Sirius wasn't talking about James anyways!" Sirius stood up from his chair.
They were in a fake argument, in the middle on McGonagall; the strictest Professor of them all's class. She'd be able to stop them in a snap. "Mr. Black, Mr. Pot-." Maybe not.
"And why is Sirius talking about himself in the third person?" James stood up.
"Has this become English class, Jamsie?"
"I don't know, maybe it has!"
"Are you threatening me?"
"Perhaps."
"Should we take this to the corridor?"
"Nah, we fight fine here."
"Stop it James, you're embarrassing me." Sirius said in a high-pitched voice, pretending to blush.
"Er-."
"Well if you're sure..." Sirius' voice was back to normal. "Avada Kedavara!" Sirius flipped his quill, pretending it was his wand.
"Avada Kedavara? Ain't that like, the killing curse or something, Siri?"
"Yea."
"Awesome! Where'd you learn it?"
"Mum. She taught me and Regulus over the summer. Said we'd need it for special purposes. Except I was just saying the incantation over and over again so she only taught Regulus."
"Oh."
"AVADA KEDAVARA!"
"AVADA KEDAVARA!" James was doing the same thing with his quill.
"AVADA-."
"SHUT UP!" They didn't notice that it was Professor McGonagall saying this, not a student.
"NOO!" They both said in unison.
"AVADA KEDAVARA!"
"AVADA KEDA-."
"BOYS!!"
The room fell silent, from the giggling girls in the corner to the shiny- eyed Sirius and James. No student –more importantly a first-year – had dared to disrupt the lectures of McGonagall. They were trouble. They were future marauders.
"Yes Professor?" Sirius said politely.
"I will see both of you after class. I'm not in the mood to waste valuable learning time with a lecture on behavior."
The boys showed no sign of coward ness or fear over the woman in charge of them. This is what brings McGonagall down.
Back to the current time in Filch's office... (Why they are there I don't know...)
"Shall we reward Hogwarts' new troublemakers?" McGonagall suggested to Filch, whose face showed what he felt on this matter. Duh.
"Yes please!" Sirius exclaimed, with a famously mad grin on his face.
"Since you're so enthiastic Mr. Black, I'd be happy to give it to both of you" Professor McGonagall said. "One week of detentions. You may be off."
Sirius and James were left snickering away to Potions class. This wasn't even phase 1 of a troublesome, foolish friendship.
Like it? I thought of this story while my mom was at the dermatologist. Review please, people! I know you want to!
