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Close on Omniscience - Chapter 1
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The bell rang. Black-robed students stopped idly chatting, and took out quills and parchment. There were two long tables, headed by Professor McGonnagal. Fifth years James, Remus, Peter, and Lily all sat down at one table. The silence wafted above the scratching of quills and russeling of papers in the small room. On the other table, someone coughed. The Professor gave a glancing sweep of the room from her desk. Once satisfied, she turned to her own work.
Sirius Black's entrance was unintentionally loud. He burst in at full speed, panting deeply. He took long strides to sit beside James, and thunking hard onto the wooden bench. The whole class was staring at his flushed face. It was sweaty and his hair stuck to it. McGonnagal sent a dagger glare.
"Two minutes late, Mr. Black, so it will be two minutes after," she said with an air of superiority; however, she could take no points away because it was study hall. Students eventually turned back to their quiet activities. His friends were eying him with prodding looks, but McGonnagal was watching carefully and he could say nothing. She eventually turned away.
"I broke up with Alice," he whispered, but still half the table heard him. It was that quiet. Alice was a Hufflepuff-kind of sweet, very friendly, and pretty in a forgettable way. James rolled his eyes, Remus had a "surprise, surprise" look on his face and Peter seemed amused. Lily was the only one looking concerned.
"Why?" she whispered back.
"Place your bets," James rasped with a smile.
".got annoying."
".wasn't funny."
".didn't shower." Sirius denied it all. They were whispering quite loudly now, and half the classroom was watching and listening.
"Mr. Black, what is so important that you deem it worth disturbing everyone?" The hawk-eyed professor gave them a pinched glance.
"Nothing, ma'am," Sirius said in a voice that could have charmed a snake. But not McGonnagal.
"Five minutes after, Mister Black." The rest of the hour the quintet were silent, working on homework, staring into space, or, in Sirius' case, drawing illicit pictures on spare parchment.
The bell rang. The students filed out of the classroom. They cast wary glances at Sirius, who looked away and sat back in his chair.
"Eww, Sirius," quipped Lily, and stuck out her tongue at the naked woman Sirius had sketched. He blew a kiss at her with relish, making the others laugh as they disappeared down the corridor. He rocked back in forth to pass the empty time.
"You may go now, Mr. Black," Professor McGonnagal said without looking up. Sirius got up and walked to the door. He saw the picture he had drawn on the floor. He certainly did not want the Professor to find it. He stooped down to pick it up, then suddenly remembering he had pocketed the drawing earlier. This piece of scrap was something else.
He held it up to read it.
You made her laugh. But you're more than a comedian, was what the paper read.
He began to throw it away, thinking it was a boring personal note. But he stopped when he realized it pertained to him.
He began to jog to the next class, thinking about the note. He was a local celebrity for his pranks around the school and his hilarious jokes. Alice had been in his "fan club". That's what he called it; James just called them "stalkers". Since they went out, he had cracked her up, but it wasn't long before he realized all she had wanted was entertainment. When he had confronted her about this, she had stated she "didn't want a serious relationship", laughed about how 'serious' rimed with 'Sirius'.
The bell rang again, and Sirius had three hallways and a flight of stairs to go. Who had written the note? It had to have been someone in study hall. It wasn't any of his friends-they all had messy writing, and James wrote in extra tiny writing just to spite the old, spectacle-wearing teachers. Lily wrote in girly, flowery big letters with circles instead of dots for 'i's'. The handwriting was impersonal and near perfect, except for the curve on the tail of the "g".
He rounded the final corner, the last long hallway to go. He called it "the Green Mile" amongst his friends. The note-maker had to have been an onlooker, joining silently in the guessing game. Maybe it was a note passed between some people. No-it was addressed to Sirius in the second person.
He reached the door to the Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom. He turned the knob and pushed, and sat down in his seat next to Peter.
"Mr. Black, how kind of you to join us," Professor Gordan, a sharp, tiny man with a Satanic goatee said with cruel enjoyment. "Five points from Gryffindor and five minutes after the bell."
"Aye, aye, Skipper," Sirius said, too tired from his run to say something wittier.
"Make it six." Sirius shot eye-daggers at Gordan, who started the tardy round-robin all over again. He sat wearily back in his seat. At least he was in great shape from all the running he did. Professor Satan gave instructions and began to read out of the book, but Sirius gave no notice.
He decided that whoever had written the note had meant for him to find it. Maybe one of Alice's friends? It could have been Professor McGonnagal, but Sirius shivered at the thought of his teacher butting into his lovelife. He wanted to find the true author, but he had no idea where to start.
Close on Omniscience - Chapter 1
****
The bell rang. Black-robed students stopped idly chatting, and took out quills and parchment. There were two long tables, headed by Professor McGonnagal. Fifth years James, Remus, Peter, and Lily all sat down at one table. The silence wafted above the scratching of quills and russeling of papers in the small room. On the other table, someone coughed. The Professor gave a glancing sweep of the room from her desk. Once satisfied, she turned to her own work.
Sirius Black's entrance was unintentionally loud. He burst in at full speed, panting deeply. He took long strides to sit beside James, and thunking hard onto the wooden bench. The whole class was staring at his flushed face. It was sweaty and his hair stuck to it. McGonnagal sent a dagger glare.
"Two minutes late, Mr. Black, so it will be two minutes after," she said with an air of superiority; however, she could take no points away because it was study hall. Students eventually turned back to their quiet activities. His friends were eying him with prodding looks, but McGonnagal was watching carefully and he could say nothing. She eventually turned away.
"I broke up with Alice," he whispered, but still half the table heard him. It was that quiet. Alice was a Hufflepuff-kind of sweet, very friendly, and pretty in a forgettable way. James rolled his eyes, Remus had a "surprise, surprise" look on his face and Peter seemed amused. Lily was the only one looking concerned.
"Why?" she whispered back.
"Place your bets," James rasped with a smile.
".got annoying."
".wasn't funny."
".didn't shower." Sirius denied it all. They were whispering quite loudly now, and half the classroom was watching and listening.
"Mr. Black, what is so important that you deem it worth disturbing everyone?" The hawk-eyed professor gave them a pinched glance.
"Nothing, ma'am," Sirius said in a voice that could have charmed a snake. But not McGonnagal.
"Five minutes after, Mister Black." The rest of the hour the quintet were silent, working on homework, staring into space, or, in Sirius' case, drawing illicit pictures on spare parchment.
The bell rang. The students filed out of the classroom. They cast wary glances at Sirius, who looked away and sat back in his chair.
"Eww, Sirius," quipped Lily, and stuck out her tongue at the naked woman Sirius had sketched. He blew a kiss at her with relish, making the others laugh as they disappeared down the corridor. He rocked back in forth to pass the empty time.
"You may go now, Mr. Black," Professor McGonnagal said without looking up. Sirius got up and walked to the door. He saw the picture he had drawn on the floor. He certainly did not want the Professor to find it. He stooped down to pick it up, then suddenly remembering he had pocketed the drawing earlier. This piece of scrap was something else.
He held it up to read it.
You made her laugh. But you're more than a comedian, was what the paper read.
He began to throw it away, thinking it was a boring personal note. But he stopped when he realized it pertained to him.
He began to jog to the next class, thinking about the note. He was a local celebrity for his pranks around the school and his hilarious jokes. Alice had been in his "fan club". That's what he called it; James just called them "stalkers". Since they went out, he had cracked her up, but it wasn't long before he realized all she had wanted was entertainment. When he had confronted her about this, she had stated she "didn't want a serious relationship", laughed about how 'serious' rimed with 'Sirius'.
The bell rang again, and Sirius had three hallways and a flight of stairs to go. Who had written the note? It had to have been someone in study hall. It wasn't any of his friends-they all had messy writing, and James wrote in extra tiny writing just to spite the old, spectacle-wearing teachers. Lily wrote in girly, flowery big letters with circles instead of dots for 'i's'. The handwriting was impersonal and near perfect, except for the curve on the tail of the "g".
He rounded the final corner, the last long hallway to go. He called it "the Green Mile" amongst his friends. The note-maker had to have been an onlooker, joining silently in the guessing game. Maybe it was a note passed between some people. No-it was addressed to Sirius in the second person.
He reached the door to the Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom. He turned the knob and pushed, and sat down in his seat next to Peter.
"Mr. Black, how kind of you to join us," Professor Gordan, a sharp, tiny man with a Satanic goatee said with cruel enjoyment. "Five points from Gryffindor and five minutes after the bell."
"Aye, aye, Skipper," Sirius said, too tired from his run to say something wittier.
"Make it six." Sirius shot eye-daggers at Gordan, who started the tardy round-robin all over again. He sat wearily back in his seat. At least he was in great shape from all the running he did. Professor Satan gave instructions and began to read out of the book, but Sirius gave no notice.
He decided that whoever had written the note had meant for him to find it. Maybe one of Alice's friends? It could have been Professor McGonnagal, but Sirius shivered at the thought of his teacher butting into his lovelife. He wanted to find the true author, but he had no idea where to start.