AN: Enjoy, oh and I sadly do not own HP
The next day nearly all the Gryffindors slept late. Myself included, yet I was still not the last one up in my dorm. It was nearly nine when I finally pulled myself out of bed and bothered to get dressed. After I was presentable (in muggle clothes of course, since it was the weekend), I made my way into the common room to see who else was about. There was a figure lying on a couch in the common room, reading a book. I walked towards it to see if it was someone I knew.
"Morning Sirius." I chirped once he was in my view, leaning over the back of the couch. He closed his book and tossed it on to the chair next to us. "How'd ya sleep?"
"Well, and yourself? Have any dreams of my sweet kisses?" I moved around to the front of the couch and punched him in the stomach.
"Scoot over, jerk." I said in a joking way, not responding to his teasing. He moved his feet closer to him and sat up, allowing me room to sit on the sofa. "I didn't take you for one to be awake 'early' on a Sunday."
"Well it's really not that early, but I'm a notoriously early riser on Sunday's, and only Sundays. The quite is nice once in awhile, you know? Today though, I only was up a few minutes before you came down." I smiled at what he said, it was the same thing that I happened to do. Then his stomach growled. "You plan on heading down to breakfast?"
"Sure, think we can find our way down to the great hall?" I questioned as I stood up. Sirius put out a hand for me to pull him up, which I did. He shrugged and we moved towards the portrait hole. We were nearly there when a door banged open behind us. We both turned around to Remus at the top of the stairs. It was quite a sight actually.
He was standing there with his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth, and his shirt (from his uniform) was partially untucked. You could see he hadn't combed his hair, and his robes and bag were thrown over his arm. He seemed to be muttering something, although I couldn't hear it from where we were standing. Sirius and I stared for a few moments before we started laughing. Apparently we were loud enough to draw his attention.
"Why aren't you in class? Or dressed?" He asked while running down the stairs. Sirius and I tried to gain our composure long enough to answer his question. I managed it before Sirius did though.
"It's Sunday!" Then I broke down into giggles again at Remus' face. He turned away and went back up the stairs to the dormitory, muttering all the way. Once he was gone Sirius and I turned back to the portrait hole, and exited the common room. "You guys are going to be quite a handful this year aren't you?"
"More than you could ever imagine." Sirius smirked. We walked for a while quietly, trying to find our way back to the large room we had been in last night. After a bit he piped up again. "I think we may be lost."
I couldn't really argue with that statement. We had been wandering down corridors and staircases for quite a while. I told him to wait for a moment, and I turned to a portrait on the wall.
"Excuse me, sir? Could you point us in the direction of the Great hall?" I asked a man who was sitting in a rocking chair petting a crup.
"Of course young lady. You and your young man will be wanting to head down that staircase right there, and then wait for the big marble one to come to the landing. Once it does, go down it, and you will be in the entrance hall. The Great hall is right off it."
"Thanks for the directions, but he's not 'my young man'." I replied to the portrait. Sirius was leaning on the railing nearby.
"You are mighty welcome dear. You and your young man come by and see Grandpa Charles any time." The portrait winked and then closed his eyes. Soon enough he was snoring. I signaled for Sirius to follow me, since I knew where we were going finally. Once we hit the lower landing, there was no marble staircase, so we had to wait.
"So I'm your young man now?" I rolled my eyes at Sirius's comment. I thought he hadn't been paying attention. A staircase came spinning towards the landing, before I could think up a response. Once we were in the great hall I didn't need to, as Sirius was so busy stuffing his face (I don't see where the boy had room for all the food he ate) he couldn't teas me anymore. I sat and ate my food like a civilized human being, meanwhile Lily, along with Remus, James, and the other boy, Peter, joined us finally.
"You look better than you did earlier Remus." I smirked when he sat down. He glared at me, and I got a questioning look from the others, especially as Sirius started to laugh again, leading to pumpkin juice shooting out his nose. "Apparently Remmy here didn't know what day of the week it was when he got up this morning. So, thinking he was going to be late, he came down the dorm stairs, in a very… discombobulated state."
Our small group laughed and finished breakfast. We spent the rest of the day on the grounds, we ran into the giant man who had brought us across the lake the night before. He introduced himself as Hagrid, keeper of the grounds and keys at Hogwarts. We told him it looked like he had some kind of food in his beard, and he complained about the food fight the night before. James and Sirius didn't look him in the eye for the rest of the conversation.
The next morning I woke up in plenty of time to get dressed and attend breakfast before class. Lily wasn't around, but Xylina was up and getting ready at the same time as me.
"Morning." I said to her brightly. I got a grumble in response and deduced that she wasn't much of a morning person. Once she had showered see seemed in a much better mood though. We made our way down to the great hall, and found Lily sitting with the two other girls from our dorm. Although Xylina and I sat next to the group, we didn't join in their conversation. The boys all came down in a group, whispering amongst themselves. Since the first night I became very suspicious about that group whispering. Before I had a chance to question them properly, McGonagall came around passing out our class schedules.
"First period History of Magic. Bloody wonderful." I heard James mutter. I frowned as I saw History of Magic as my first class on Monday mornings. We had it again on Thursday afternoons. What brightened my mood was that on Mondays we also had double potions in the afternoon.
"Well we have off after it at least, then potions." I smiled at the thought. Of all the classes I had been looking forward to, potions was by far the front runner. I couldn't wait to start brewing. James and Peter threw me a look, as if questioning why the thought of mixing frog scum and lizard warts excited me. It wasn't the most appealing sounding prospects, but for me, it was the excitement of coming to Hogwarts in the first place. "What?"
They shook their heads and moved their eyes back to our schedules. I had read through the entire thing already, and turned back to my breakfast. The meal was again disrupted by the owl post arriving. Although I saw it yesterday, the post arriving was a special to behold. Hundreds of owls flying into one hall at once was quite impressive.
I turned my attention to a large black owl that had landed on the table in front of me. I pulled a letter off his leg and offered him a piece of fruit from my plate. Apparently he didn't appreciate the cantaloupe, as he few away with a piece of Xylina's bacon in his mouth. I went to rip open my letter, seeing the Ministry seal on it made me sure it was from my parents, but I heard a curse come from the direction of Sirius.
"Bloody hell." He held a bright red letter in his hands, a mix of shock and fear on his face. He jumped up from the table and moved towards the entrance hall quickly. I followed after him, as did James, both of us apparently concerned for his well being. We reached the hall in time to see the letter burst into flames, then start screaming at Sirius.
"…that Gryffindor house with all its mud-bloods and traitors. How dare you insult the noble name of Black by getting sorted into any house other than Slytherin? You are a disgrace to the family name. Your father is furious; he can't even go near his family's home without being mocked by his brother. I'll be writing to that foolish headmaster immediately to see what we can do about this mistake!"
The red envelope then crumbled into ashes. I moved towards Sirius again, touching him on the shoulder, with that he finally turned to look at us.
"Bloody hell." He repeated, shaking his head. "Knew she'd be pissed, but not that angry."
"Who the hell was that?" James questioned.
"My mother. She's a bat, and not worth the time. Come on, let finish breakfast." He sauntered off back towards the great hall. James and I shared a look, but said nothing, and followed Sirius.
History of Magic, supposedly the easiest class to fall asleep in. Not when there were a couple of young wizards throwing parchment bits at me the entire lesson. As often as I turned around to glare at them, and they snickered loudly, we never got in trouble. Binns must have been deaf as a human, and it carried on to his afterlife because he never even threw a second glance towards us. The hour passed rather quickly because of James and Sirius, and soon enough we were walking out of the classroom with, thank god, no homework.
Before we knew it we were in the classroom for potions. I was practically bouncing up and down in my seat between Sirius and Xylina. The three of us were talking about the plans the boys and I had to explore the castle after lessons. I was currently trying to convince her to come along with us, although she didn't seem very interested.
I heard a door close behind us and looked to see Slughorn, the potions professor, walk into the room. I waited patiently for him to get to the front of the class and start speaking to us. Sirius tried to talk to me, but I shushed him very quickly. He didn't interrupt me again that lesson.
"Afternoon class. Welcome to Hogwarts and your first potions lesson of the year. I know that it isn't a class of wand waving, or other such things, but brewing potions is an art unto itself. Now first things first. Attendance." He started calling out names, once in a while stopping to ask a question about a student's family. "Nicole Tallo. Any relation to Patricia Tallo?"
"Yes, I'm her daughter." I responded happily.
"Hmm, good. Come from a long line of Irish witches and wizards, the Quinn's. A fair few were potion masters in their day."
He left it at that and moved on down the list. Unlike history of magic, potions was a practical subject. Our first lesson had us brewing a boil curing potion in our groups. Our potion turned out perfectly, much to my pleasure and surprise. The three of us earned 20 points for Gryffindor by the time the double period was out.
AN: Aren't you all special? Another update, although it's a short one. I'm avoiding working on my book, sooooo. This is what it comes down to. Haha, I noticed I haven't put a disclaimer up. I'd better do that shouldn't I? Well if you have any questions feel free to ask.
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