I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE the Marauders, to the extent that I needed to start this collection of oneshots, to be updated sporadically and continued indefinitely. THe most minute amount of romance one can use when doing a fic shall be used, though there may be exceptions (but they will be few and far between). Anyway…bask in the glory of the Marauders!
Chapter One: THE STARS!
"And that, my dear children," announced Professor Trelawney in a misty (if somewhat disgruntled) voice, "is why you mustn't ever attempt such advanced Seeing as I have displayed today." She coughed, opening the trapdoor to let some of the smoke filter out.
Sirius Black and James Potter were slouched on two large pillows on the floor, seemingly unaffected by the unusual events of the past five minutes (though they had been at the center of it). Their eyes were half-closed, their heads propped up on fists. Obviously, they were above such foolishness as Divination was.
"Now," Professor Trelawney began, regaining her perch on top of an ornate wooden desk, "I bid thee your homework to turn in. Six inches on tea leaves, if my memory serves me correctly." And it usually doesn't, most would mentally add.
James and Sirius's eyes shot open. They abruptly went over the events of last night in their heads; neither recalled homework-doing in any way shape or form. James seemed to recall Filch getting rather agitated, but not the reason why. They all blurred together after a while, he supposed.
Sirius whipped a piece of parchment from his bag and began writing furiously in huge, 2-inch tall handwriting. James followed suit, frantically wracking his brain to remember what it was Trelawney had been talking about yesterday.
Speaking of Trelawney, she was drawing uncomfortably near, collecting homework. Sirius glanced down at his paper; all he had written so far was 'Tea leaves are'. James wasn't much better off.
Then, all of a sudden, she was towering before them, bracelets jangling, and looking down at them expectantly. She held out a hand and said, "Papers, dear?"
James and Sirius glanced at each other, panicking. James's hand began creeping toward his 4-word paper, trying to think of a legitimate reason for having only written 'Tea leaves can be'.
"Er…" James stuttered. Sirius's eyes were clouded in thought.
"The stars!" Sirius cried suddenly, leaping up with such force he knocked over the table, dousing their tablemates in lukewarm tea.
James caught on quickly. "The stars, Professor…" he began, slightly calmer than Sirius had been, in some semblance of Professor Trelawney's mysterious tone. "…they simply aren't aligned for homework completion…"
"Yes!" Sirius cried. His eyes darted across the room, finally landing on a mobile of the solar system. "Uh, Venus is much too bright for us to be studying tea leaves!"
Their professor's eyes sparked in interest, so James hurried on.
"Yes, can't you see? It would, er, upset the natural order of things-"
"-and ultimately lead us all to our doom!" Sirius finished theatrically, clutching his heart and stumbling backwards, then finally collapsing on the floor. James wondered for a fleeting moment if that was taking it too far, then shook it off. It was a perfectly reasonable apocalypse.
"So I'm sure you understand, Professor, why we didn't find it worth the lives of millions to complete the essay." He said apologetically.
"Of course, of course!" Trelawney exclaimed, clasping her hands together. "Oh, wonderful Seeing, boys, simply marvelous-ten points to Gryffindor!"
James and Sirius had the decency to blush modestly as the classroom erupted into applause.
This is the old Trelawney, Sybill's sister, though her name escapes me. Rate and review. Phoenixes are born from ash, so flame on.
P.S. Sorry to people reading Max Martinez! Don't worry, this won't disrupt it's updates, unlike countless other things in my life.