The exchange students.
"Wow," said Sirius
"I can't believe it. Out of all the people who volunteered, he picked us!" he continued.
"Yeah," grinned James. "Must have something to do with our charming personality..."
"Our wonderful wit" continued Sirius
"Our great looks"
"Our big brains"
"Hah!" interrupted Remus. "Big brains? Since when?"
"Since now!" they shouted in unison.
"Whatever!" he replied, grinning. "I would say that they picked the worst people.... but Snape entered as well."
Behind them, they heard a cold voice sneering. "I imagine," it drawled, "that they just wanted rid of you."
Unsurprisingly, James and Sirius were unaffected by this insult.
"Ooooh" sang Sirius
"Someone's a sore loser!" chimed in James.
Malfoy, the person from whom the insult had come, sniffed angrily and walked off.
"Good one, boys. Although I hate you soooo much, well, anyone getting one over on Malfoy has to be congratulated!" Lily said, taking some toast and buttering it.
Sirius and James were about to go off to a muggle secondary school in Cleveland, called Sacred Heart. Apparently it was a Catholic School and the head teacher was called Mr Mitchell, and was pleasant enough. It was a mystery to everyone, except Dumbledore, why James and Sirius had been chosen, but they had been, and they were leaving at lunchtime. The boys would be going for two weeks, and learn things like "Macbeth", and maths and physics (Disaster!).
At precisely 09:09, the best friends, nine minutes late half ran and half stumbled their way to the car that was to take from Hogsmeade (they had gotten a train to there) to their destination, Redcar. James and Sirius, being James and Sirius, weren't in the slightest but bothered about the long journey. They discussed pranks to play on Snape and Malfoy, Filch and Professor Binns. After that they moved onto music, a topic they both knew lots about. (A/N: Time to stretch our imaginations here, dearies! Because although these bands weren't around, we'll pretend!) They were both very into muggle music, so they knew about bands like U2, Alien Ant Farm and Westlife (whom they despised).
After what was a short time for them and a long time for the poor car driver, the best half (A/N: so I'm biased!!) of the Marauders had arrived at Sacred Heart.
A plump man in a suit came out to meet James and Sirius. He introduced himself and told them that the class they would be staying with would be 9R, with whom he was sure they'd "Get along marvellously with". They were led along an airy corridor, through an open door, up two flights of dark stairs, through another corridor, around a corner and trough into a medium sized room, where around 28 people were, boy girl boy girl arranged, doing nothing, or whispering across the room, trying to communicate. The teacher was sitting at his desk, writing something in a register. He looked up and smiled.
"Hello, boys" he said, cheerily. "Nice to meet you. My name's Mr Adamson, and this is my class, 9R. Class!" The class looked up and either smiled, muttered a greeting or shouted a greeting.
"Right," he started, in a business like manner." You can sit with.... er ...hmmm. Who should I put you with?" He looked around, searching for the right person. He cleared his throat, and said
"Any volunteers?"
Two people raised their hands, and Mr Adamson raised an eyebrow.
"No girls going to offer? Claire? Can they sit with you?" She nodded.
He beamed. "Right. Okay, James and what was it? ...." He trailed off, but Sirius replied promptly giving Mr Adamson the answer.
"Sirius," he continued. "Well, here's your planners, and you have to see Mrs Beck tomorrow at lunchtime, which is 11:55. You two can sit behind Claire, who can tell you about our class, and James and James, you two can show the boys the ropes, take them to classes and things, and make them feel welcome."
The class were looking at Sirius and James, a few of the girls with great interest, including two brown haired girls who had not stopped chattering until Mr Adamson had stop talking., and a blonde haired girl who looked like a complete slut.
James and Sirius walked over to the table behind Claire, and sat down. She turned her chair around and smiled.
"So," she said. "I'm Claire."
And thank you for reading! Please review, even flames are welcome!
Disclaimer: yeah, yeah you know the deal...I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING! And don't even BOTHER suing me, it would be a waste of your money, you wouldn't be able to pay the lawyers fees with all my money!
"Wow," said Sirius
"I can't believe it. Out of all the people who volunteered, he picked us!" he continued.
"Yeah," grinned James. "Must have something to do with our charming personality..."
"Our wonderful wit" continued Sirius
"Our great looks"
"Our big brains"
"Hah!" interrupted Remus. "Big brains? Since when?"
"Since now!" they shouted in unison.
"Whatever!" he replied, grinning. "I would say that they picked the worst people.... but Snape entered as well."
Behind them, they heard a cold voice sneering. "I imagine," it drawled, "that they just wanted rid of you."
Unsurprisingly, James and Sirius were unaffected by this insult.
"Ooooh" sang Sirius
"Someone's a sore loser!" chimed in James.
Malfoy, the person from whom the insult had come, sniffed angrily and walked off.
"Good one, boys. Although I hate you soooo much, well, anyone getting one over on Malfoy has to be congratulated!" Lily said, taking some toast and buttering it.
Sirius and James were about to go off to a muggle secondary school in Cleveland, called Sacred Heart. Apparently it was a Catholic School and the head teacher was called Mr Mitchell, and was pleasant enough. It was a mystery to everyone, except Dumbledore, why James and Sirius had been chosen, but they had been, and they were leaving at lunchtime. The boys would be going for two weeks, and learn things like "Macbeth", and maths and physics (Disaster!).
At precisely 09:09, the best friends, nine minutes late half ran and half stumbled their way to the car that was to take from Hogsmeade (they had gotten a train to there) to their destination, Redcar. James and Sirius, being James and Sirius, weren't in the slightest but bothered about the long journey. They discussed pranks to play on Snape and Malfoy, Filch and Professor Binns. After that they moved onto music, a topic they both knew lots about. (A/N: Time to stretch our imaginations here, dearies! Because although these bands weren't around, we'll pretend!) They were both very into muggle music, so they knew about bands like U2, Alien Ant Farm and Westlife (whom they despised).
After what was a short time for them and a long time for the poor car driver, the best half (A/N: so I'm biased!!) of the Marauders had arrived at Sacred Heart.
A plump man in a suit came out to meet James and Sirius. He introduced himself and told them that the class they would be staying with would be 9R, with whom he was sure they'd "Get along marvellously with". They were led along an airy corridor, through an open door, up two flights of dark stairs, through another corridor, around a corner and trough into a medium sized room, where around 28 people were, boy girl boy girl arranged, doing nothing, or whispering across the room, trying to communicate. The teacher was sitting at his desk, writing something in a register. He looked up and smiled.
"Hello, boys" he said, cheerily. "Nice to meet you. My name's Mr Adamson, and this is my class, 9R. Class!" The class looked up and either smiled, muttered a greeting or shouted a greeting.
"Right," he started, in a business like manner." You can sit with.... er ...hmmm. Who should I put you with?" He looked around, searching for the right person. He cleared his throat, and said
"Any volunteers?"
Two people raised their hands, and Mr Adamson raised an eyebrow.
"No girls going to offer? Claire? Can they sit with you?" She nodded.
He beamed. "Right. Okay, James and what was it? ...." He trailed off, but Sirius replied promptly giving Mr Adamson the answer.
"Sirius," he continued. "Well, here's your planners, and you have to see Mrs Beck tomorrow at lunchtime, which is 11:55. You two can sit behind Claire, who can tell you about our class, and James and James, you two can show the boys the ropes, take them to classes and things, and make them feel welcome."
The class were looking at Sirius and James, a few of the girls with great interest, including two brown haired girls who had not stopped chattering until Mr Adamson had stop talking., and a blonde haired girl who looked like a complete slut.
James and Sirius walked over to the table behind Claire, and sat down. She turned her chair around and smiled.
"So," she said. "I'm Claire."
And thank you for reading! Please review, even flames are welcome!
Disclaimer: yeah, yeah you know the deal...I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING! And don't even BOTHER suing me, it would be a waste of your money, you wouldn't be able to pay the lawyers fees with all my money!