I will start off by saying this story is not canon. It's something I've been considering writing for a while, so thought I'd give it a go tonight! Leave me a review please!
He watched the front of the room. Pale face not unlike his father's. Except for a smattering of freckles across his nose. His dark brown hair was swept sideways across his face and his eyes glistened as he turned to smirk at his neighbour.
James Potter was doing little to nothing in the seat next to him, gazing obliviously into space. His neighbour nudged him to get his attention. James seemed somewhat surprised at the suddenness of this.
"Hawthorne's actually fallen asleep," he whispered. James turned to look at where he was pointed, noting the sleeping Hufflepuff. There was really no need to whisper though, Professor Binns was highly unlikely to notice, much less discipline either boy.
James grinned and turned back to his blank parchment. He glanced across at his neighbour's. The first boy had managed to spend the lesson drawing a to scale quidditch pitch, complete with all four balls and fourteen players. Clearly, he hadn't bothered to take any notes either.
Not that it matters, James thought. He's going to pass this thing anyway. He looked at the girl in front of him. She was scribbling away furiously, trying to keep up with Binns' ramblings.
"Oi, Emma," he hissed.
She looked round, fixing him with a frown.
"I'll copy yours later yeah?" James muttered.
The death stare she gave him before she turned back round answered that question. No, he couldn't.
James went back to blankly staring into space while his neighbour added more detail to his pitch. There was a reason this boy was studying Muggle Art. He was talented. Unnaturally so. Perhaps he inherited that too, James thought.
James' eyes started to roam the room, fixing the Render twins in his gaze. Both boys were making some attempt at writing down what Binns' was saying.
This pair both wore the Ravenclaw blue which only served to accentuate their steely blue eyes. With matching blond hair cuts and pale faces, Theo and Artie were almost impossible to distinguish. In fact even now across the room, James wasn't entirely sure which was which.
When the bell finally rang, the whole class practically threw what little equipment they had bothered to get out into their bags and jumped up. James' neighbour, at over 6 foot, practically knocked a smaller boy over in his hurry to get out the lesson. James, not having the height advantage, ducked past various students, following him keenly.
"If there's one subject I'm dropping next year, it's that!" The other boy exclaimed loudly.
"You don't say!" James commented, squeezing past a group of panicked first years who still didn't seem to have grasped finding their way around the school.
Professor Clearwater stopped in front of the two of them, causing James to look up and the other boy to look down.
"Oh for goodness sake!" she exclaimed, looking at the taller boy. "When are you going to sort out your uniform?"
You could not fault James' neighbour on cleanliness, his uniform was immaculate. But he was missing his robes, his shirt was untucked, hanging out the bottom of his jumper and his tie undone.
"I will talk to your father about this if you don't sort this out," she eyed him sternly.
"I think he already knows, Professor," James piped up.
"Potter, I really think that kind of attitude is completely unnecessary, five points from Gryffindor," she turned to face the other boy. "And five from you too."
Sighing loudly the boys hurried on to their next class.
"So," said James. "How was the orthodontist?"
The first boy turned to him, grinning, illustrating his mouth which was currently full of metal. Potentially not to inherit that attribute of his father's.
"Fine, but oh my god, dad went crazy this morning!"
James frowned. "Really?"
"Yeah, we dropped Ed at school on the way there and the pulled him into the office and everything. Something about him and his mates picking on another kid. I'm not joking he was mad!"
James seemed surprised. "I've never seen him angry!"
"I know, he's so laid back, normally it's mum doing the shouting! But dad practically dragged him into this room to tell him off! Not that mum won't be mad later!"
"What did he even do?" James said half laughing.
"Well that bit's not that funny really," the other boy paused. "Basically, this poor kid spilt his drink and Ed and his mates were all laughing saying he wet himself. And it's escalated from that."
"That's pretty funny!" James sniggered.
"No seriously it's not, my dad's so anti-bullying it's unreal. Basically no son of his is going to do that, so yeah." He trailed off, noticing James wasn't paying attention any more anyway.
James was watching in interest, that interest being his mouth hanging open, at a group of year seven girls. The first boy sighed grabbing his friend by the arm and dragging him off, seemingly disinterested.
The two boys arrived at Care of Magical creatures, where Hagrid was already waiting, seemingly keen to start his lesson. The class were glancing around, looking for some large creature that Hagrid had brought to session to show them.
Nothing was to be seen although this did not seem to dispel Hagrid's excitement. He looked around, checking if all his students were present.
Hagrid then went on to open a case he had with him. The students peered in interest at what Hagrid had. He appeared to have a box of wood.
"Oh, I know what they are!" The first boy suddenly exclaimed.
Hagrid positively beamed.
"They're Bowtruckles aren't they?" The first boy checked.
"Tha's right!" Hagrid boomed. "Ten points ter Gryffindor! Now, what you need ter know about Bowtruckles is they're friendly creatures. But yer don't want ter go upsettin' them. Cause they won't like you so much then!"
"And how exactly do we go about upsetting them?" sneered a Slytherin boy. Gary Goyle was a large Slytherin boy. He had an aggressive manner no what the situation and had engaged in more duels with James and his friends than he could count. Invariably landing one of all of them in the headmistress' office.
"Well, you don't want ter go touchin' their tree," Hagrid commented. "Now, who can tell me more abou' the Bowtruckle?"
Emma raised her hand and Hagrid called upon her.
"The Bowtruckles guard trees. Particularly those which produce wand wood. When people attempt to steal their wood, for example wood cutters, they become aggressive."
"Tha's right, Emma. Another ten points ter Gryffindor," Hagrid beamed. "Now, who can me what the Bowtruckle likes ter eat?"
"Woodlice," the first boy muttered.
"Tha's right!" Hagrid sounded. "And tha's what we're goin' ter be doin' today!"
Forming a generally ordered queue, the students lined up, anxious to take a Bowtruckle each and have a go at feeding the creature. James felt he got on quite well with his Bowtruckle, keeping it perched on his arm whilst he handed it woodlouse after woodlouse.
At the end of the session, the students slowly made their way up to the castle. Artie and James walked on ahead slightly, keen to discuss the session. The first boy hung back with Theo and Emma, sniggering about Goyle managing to get himself scratched by one of the Bowtruckles.
The five climbed the castle steps together, noticing a small crowd was gathering around the entrance to the Great Hall, peering in. The group moved closer with Artie, one of the tallest peering into the hall. Unable to make out what was happening he shrugged and turned back to the group. James instead shuffled forward, peering round the students.
"Oh great," he muttered. "My dad's here."
"Oh that's cool," said Emma. "What for?"
"He's doing the DADA talk tomorrow," James explained.
"That's exciting!" the first boy encouraged. "He hasn't done that in years has he?"
"Nope," James said sounding annoyed. "Not since I started."
"Oh, it won't be so bad!" The first boy grinned. "My dad's here all the time!"
And with that the five set off through the crowd to see Harry. James' sibling, Albus and Lily were already there, stood near their dad as he signed various parchments for excited students.
"James!" Harry called spotting his son. "How's school going?"
"Yep, good." James muttered with a slight air of non-committal.
Harry looked like he wanted to hug his son to greet him, but realising James was not thrilled by his presence, decided against it.
"Hi Daniel, how are you?" Harry turned his green eyes to the first boy's brown eyes.
Daniel grinned explaining he was great and excited that Harry was at the school.
Another man was stood in the ruckus of students talking to a seventh year who seemed to be somewhat distressed about one of her spells. The man was tall, around six foot. He had shoulder length dark hair, black eyes and a pale face. His thin figure was clad in long black teaching robes and a black suit.
"Oo, dad," Daniel tapped the man on the arm, completely disregarding his father's current conversation. "While I remember, I left my rubber bands for my braces and the orthodontist. We're going to have to pop back later."
Severus Snape sighed loudly. "You would lose your head if it wasn't screwed on, Daniel."
