Next chappie! Hope you like! Sorry it took a while – but the teachers are really laying it thick on the homework!


-Chapter 11-

Lessons

At first I had thought I would be being taught in one room, and the teachers would have to come to me. Oh how very wrong I was.

I tripped a couple of times on my dangerous journey to the sacred classrooms. Once I had actually somehow drawn blood, something that Remus was quick to notice...

"What is that?" Remus had exclaimed having noticed the cut.

"Paper cut – none of your concern." I had replied, which led to me getting a stern chide and a promise for Madam Pomfrey to get a good look at it.

It seemed that Hogwarts really hated me. Either that or I had the worst luck possible. And here I thought that that would have been left with my old life. My muggle life. But nooooo! It looked like Lady Luck really had it out for me. The bitch.

The lessons themselves were much more interesting than the usual subjects. There was not a trace of Geography in sight – thank heavens! Instead there was Transfiguration, Charms, and (dun-dun-duuu!) Potions.

Professor Flitwick was ace, he wasn't one of those teachers who were complete pushovers, but he wasn't the strict type either. Remus had been right when he had guessed that I would be good at Charms. It was fairly simple. All you had to do was get the right idea in your mind, the right words, and walla! You have just performed a charm. We were now working on the Hover Charm. I was practically zooming through the work. It made me feel a bit better about myself.

Transfiguration was a much different story. Unlike Charms, you couldn't be imaginative in your work – it had to be exact. It was almost scientific. Professor McGonagall didn't really make it that much better – she made me a little nervous. I tried not to let it get to me, but sometimes it would affect my work, which was simply average. Better than I expected.

Defence against the Dark Arts was my second favourite class. The reason being that I was doing quite well in it. It was very much similar to Charms, only you had to talk more about fighting than methods. It was quite enjoyable. It was a huge plus with Remus being the professor, since he was a very good teacher. I had a good feeling that I might be able to get him to stay for another year. That is, if my plan works out okay.

My plan was to find Sirius, then find Peter and get this whole mess sorted out before it blew out of proportion. If I could find them, that is. Peter was going to be easy. Sirius – not so much. I would wait until Sirius came here – but that was just being lazy. So, I figured I would wait until the first Hogsmeade visit. Although, I had to sneak out. Since I wasn't allowed to go.

It just plain sucked.

Almost as much as Herbology sucked. I'm sorry, but other than potion ingredients and looking out for poisonous plants, what use did it have? Really? Well, maybe I was just saying that because I was completely crap at it. Somehow, I always managed sometime in the lesson to blow a plant up. Whenever I would enter the room, Professor Sprout would look mournful at her plants. Wondering which was next on the to-explode-list.

Not that I had actually made a list, but still.

Another crappy subject was History of Magic, which was just too boring! Don't get the wrong idea, I had loved history – it's the teacher that's to worry about! His voice just made you want to drift. It was practically second nature! Stupid ghost! Ruining the most interesting subject! Remind me to get one of those self-writing quills so that I pass History.

Flying was excellent. Amazing! Quidditch – meh. Sport was just not my thing. Even though Madam Hooch had suggested that I join the Quidditch team, I refused. I couldn't really be arsed with it. I would much rather lounge on a comfortable couch than have to do – gag – exercise.

Professor Sinistra was a kind-hearted woman, who was very passionate about her work. She rarely gave lectures or instructions, but just let me get on with the work. Even though she gave out tons of homework, she was a very cool teacher, which made the lessons much more enjoyable.

Now, last but certainly not least, was Potions. Snape hated me. Literally, it looked like he wanted to rip my heart out, stamp on it, and then give my bleeding carcass to Fluffy. The thing he hated even worse was that I was actually doing well in the subject, much to both of our surprise. It was almost going by as fast as Defence against the Dark Arts with Remus!

Not that I actually enjoyed his teaching method, that is, which was insult students into learning.

It was just too well that I could insult back.

I opened the door to Potions. "Honey, I'm home!"

"Night, do you want a detention?" Snape snarled.

"No," I had already been given enough – and I wasn't even in school yet! "I'm good."

He scowled. "Sit."

"I'm not a dog!" I complained, but sat anyway.

"Excuse me?" he asked rhetorically, his glare could cut steel.

"Oh, right, sorry – I'm not a dog, sir." I corrected.

"Remind me to take away ten points when summer ends."

I grinned. "Don't count on it."

"Make that twenty," he grumbled, before straightening up. "Today we will be studying the Swelling Solution. Open your book to page forty-five."

"What happened to page three-hundred ninety four?" I mumbled, eager to hear the actual character say those words.

"No talking!" He barked.

"Who exactly am I going to talk to?" I asked, looking around the empty classroom.

"Just keep quiet!"

"Alright," I breathed sarcastically, reading the text.

It felt like hours had gone by before I was allowed to go.

"Homework – review chapter one and two – three rolls of parchment." Snape instructed, eyes never leaving his book.

"Fine," I said.

His eyes snapped from the book. "Fine, what?"

"Fine, sir," I corrected grudgingly.

His eyes travelled back to the book. "Get out of my sight."

"With pleasure." I murmured, darting out of the room before he could do anything else.

Unfortunately, I managed to trip over a conveniently placed bucket. It made a loud clanging noise when I fell. I landed smack on my wrists, which now throbbed painfully. My knees were tingling, and I knew I was going to get at least one bruise on my each knee. Unlike other girls, who would have kicked up a fuss, I just got up.

And kicked the damn death-trap.

"Why do you hate me?" I asked to the building. But, obviously, got no reply.

"Fine – be that way – little git..." I muttered to myself, stalking off to Remus's quarters.

I faced the ironic werewolf portrait; "Lupine."

The door swayed open, revealing a short hallway. I walked down it, opening the door that led to the small living room. Remus was seated there, reading a book. The amount of times I've seen him reading a book was astonishing!

"How did it go?" He asked.

"Great," I replied distractedly. "Hey, why's that bucket lying around in the corridor?"

He looked extremely confused. "Bucket? Maybe Filch forgot it."

"Note-to-self; kill Filch." I muttered, plopping myself onto a chair.

"What did you say?" Remus asked, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"Nothing!" I grinned.

He sighed, a faint smile on his face. "Don't you have detention?"

"Yes but, if you don't remember, Mc- Professor McGonagall is busy – so you have me."

"Oh – well, I guess you can do lines," He said absentmindedly.

He got up to get a roll of parchment, whilst I looked at him in horror. It was only when he sat back down did he notice, and grinned. He really had the nerve to grin.

"Hey! Don't grin at me!" I complained.

He smirked. "Fifty lines of 'I must not be cheeky' – maybe the message will sink in."

"I wouldn't count on it!" I sung.

He sighed. "A man can dream."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean it will come true." I teased.

"Just write." He grumbled.