My next class wasn't until after lunch, so I went out on patrol. I directed a few lost firsties, but mostly just kept an eye on things. At first, things seemed normal enough, and I felt like I was just at a fancy school. That was, until I saw kids floating stacks of books down the hall, or transfiguring vases into vultures, or turning their robes different colors. I passed by Remus' classroom, and stopped in since it was lunch time.
"Here's a list of points and deduction from my first class, mind doing it for me?" I asked. Turned out, I actually couldn't take or give points to students. The House System couldn't key me in to do so, and as such I had to give a list to another professor to help me.
Remus read off the quick list, then smiled at me. "Alexa had Harry in her first class. I stopped in to observe as I had a free period. He did very well. Had the lumos spell mastered by the end of the period."
"Good to hear. If there's one thing I've worried about, it's the fact that I can't teach him any magic myself might hurt him in the long run."
"Ah, he's no different then a muggleborn in that regard, and some of those have become champion duelists. Besides, it's not as though he's lacked exposure to magic. If he's got any holes, we'll take care of it. Sirius isn't a bad fighter himself you know."
"Yeah, hope so." We made our way to the Great Hall for lunch, and I saw Harry eating with his friends. This time he was sitting next to a young girl. Perks, if I remembered from the sorting correctly. I noticed the two of them bow their heads before they ate, and nodded to myself. Libra and I said our own quiet prayers before digging in.
After lunch, I had two classes; my seventh level NEWT class, and a third year class.
Sadly, the NEWT students didn't do much better on my little quiz, though they did understand what a camera was and what security risks it posed a bit better. Previous muggle studies classes had focused entirely on evading detection by muggle authorities and quaint anecdotes about how technology was used. In 1912.
Most students were enthusiastic about making a muggle outfit, and a few of the girls talked animatedly as they left about what sort of fashion statement they should make.
Then for my last class of the day, I got a headache. Two of them, in fact. Thing 1 and Thing 2 were perfectly oblivious about muggle matters, but I had to take 15 points from Gryffindor before the two of them would shut up. After I gave the freeloaders their extra assignments, I called the twins up and told them to bring their bags.
"Dump them out," I ordered.
"What?" Thing 1 protested. "That's a flagrant violation of our rights!"
'Uh huh. Dump 'em."
They complied, and I ignored several obvious rules violations, instead lifting out a blank piece of parchment. I nodded to myself and held it up. "This what I think it is?"
The twins looked so innocent that they simply screamed guilty. "A piece of parchment sir?" Thing 2 offered.
"So you would tap this with your wands and solemnly swear you are up to no good?"
The twins flushed and shuffled their feet. I looked at the rest of the students. "Dismissed. Remember, if you need help with transfiguring your outfit, talk to Professor Tonks or Professor Jones and they'll help you out."
The twins remained behind, frowning at me. "How do you even know about this?"
"Because I am Cowboy the Honorary Marauder. Isn't that right, Padfoot?"
A large black dog emerged from the shadows, growling at the twins, who stepped back in shock.
"Nipsy! Hit my music!" I ordered.
Immediately, the theme from the Good, The Bad, and The Ugly started to play. I whipped off my formal robes, revealing a flannel shirt and jeans beneath. I pulled a cowboy hat out of my desk and perched it on my head, resting my hand on my plastic handled toy revolver I had on my belt, with a buckle that read "COWBOY."
"Now you pups listen here," I growled in my very best Clint Eastwood impression. "You got a lot of nerve thinkin' you can live up to the Marauders legacy."
The black dog transformed back into Sirius Black, who was wearing a white t-shirt with a black leather vest and dark slacks. He pulled out a pair of sunglasses and slid them on as a black fedora spun out of nowhere and landed on his head. His massive belt buckle read "PADFOOT."
"Bein' a Marauder ain't about just pullin' pranks and skiving off in class," he growled. "It's about a Code. About Respect."
The twins by this point looked like they were about to pass out from sheer awesome, their mouths open as their eyes glistened with tears.
I nodded at them. "You got to stand for somethin' boys. Stand for Truth. Justice. And annoyin' the hell out of Slytherins."
"Specially their Dark Master," Sirius agreed.
"Snape," we said together. You do not want to know how many times we had practiced this. It was more than one.
Just then, the door to the classroom was flung open, and a tumbleweed bounced in. This was not, in fact, a part of the plan. A man in a shining white hat, blue jeans, a long sleeved jean shirt, and silver spurs on his boots stepped in. The music changed to the William Tell Overture, and sunlight glinted off the sheriff's star with the masked man's name on it.
"Moony?" Remus asked, looking confused.
"Woo there, partner," Remus said from behind his black domino mask. "Are you deputisin' some new recruits and fillin' their heads with lies?"
"But, how, I thought-" Sirius babbled.
"What, you thought I was too old for this?" Remus demanded, putting one of his boots up on the desk. "Well I am not. Though I have to admit, I'm disappointed in your both. An American Cowboy motiff? Really?"
"It was just supposed to be him," Sirius protested, pointing at me. "I was going for more of a punk look."
"Oh." Remus paused, frowning. "Well, I always did sort of like Lone Ranger serials anyway. Mum used to have me listen to them on the wireless."
Worst. Cowboy accent. Ever.
Remus pointed at the twins. "The point is, the Marauders are needed. Once more, we must saddle up. But no longer must you prank only Slytherins. You have to stand for Justice, and the British Wizarding way. Can you two do that?"
The twins snapped to attention. "Sir, yes sir!" they chorused. "It would be our honor to carry on the Marauders legacy!"
"We never did call ourselves that, you know," Remus observed, rubbing his chin. "But it's a fitting name none the less. Right. Well, we, the Marauders, charge you two to defend the innocent, protect the weak, and only prank in light-hearted and harmless fashion at times that don't disrupt classwork or your professors' busy work schedules."
"Really?" Thing 1 asked, looking disappointed.
Remus shrugged. "An occasional harmless prank on the staff is fine, but don't disrupt our work. Mostly though, we charge you to be the ones who protect the innocent. Especially Harry and your little brother. They've got some bad things coming, and they'll need your help."
"You-Know-Who is coming back," Sirius growled, causing the twins to spin and stare at him wide eyed. "And the Marauders must...Ride again?"
"Exactly. We're deputising the two of you," I said. "You've got to watch Harry's back. Certain parties at this school are gunning for him. Admittedly, Snape is not one of them."
"We just don't like him very much," Sirius said in a stage whisper.
Remus glared at us, and Sirius added, "But we've grown and matured and can work with those we don't enjoy spending time with."
"Take these," Remus said, handing over two silver stars with the words "MARAUDER" stamped on them. "Keep them safe. If someone ever shows you a badge like that, you know they can be trusted."
"This is so wicked," Thing 2 said.
"Do we get a gun too?" Thing 1 asked eagerly. "I've always wanted to try shooting one."
"What, this?" I took the gun out and pointed it in the air, pulling the trigger. It made a little clicking noise. "This is fake. I'd never actually bring a real weapon to school. This is pushing the envelope pretty far."
The twins looked deeply disappointed.
"Well, maybe someday we'll teach you how to shoot if your parents are OK with it. Couldn't hurt anything."
I deeply regretted those words the instant the manic gleam entered the twins' eyes.
"Regardless, keep an eye out. Anyone acting odd, or tryin' to form a scheme, you do what you can to stop it right there, then go get a professor," Remus ordered. "Or the Headmaster or Headmistress. These are vile, evil people. They will kill you if they think you're a threat."
"Shouldn't you be telling this to Percy the Prefect?" Thing 1 asked.
"Yeah, this sounds like responsibility," Thing 2 agreed."He's much more in tune with that."
"Because while Percy has many admirable qualities, spying and collecting information is not one of them. We're going to need to to collect information on a few key suspects," I informed the twins.
That got their attention. "Who?" they demanded.
"Here are a list of students with family ties to known Death Eaters," Sirius said, handing a folded piece of parchment to the twins. "Remember, they're not guilty until proven otherwise. But keep an eye on them. Pull the occasional prank that includes them, see if you can shake something loose. But don't let on you're working for us."
"Tom fears the Marauders, and what we can do to him and his followers," Remus agreed.
"Tom?" the twins asked.
"That Old Menace," I supplied. "Also, You-Know-Who's name was Tom Riddle. If you ever get any information on any item of his, come to us immediately. Do not try to retrieve it yourself, especially his diary. They are likely to contain powerful dark magics and could kill you."
"Got it," the twins agreed.
"Good, now repeat after me," Sirius said. He raised his right hand. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good. I mercilessly prank the deserving, defend the innocent, and fart in the face of evil, so help me God."
The twins so swore. I took the Marauders map, and handed it to Remus. "Sorry boys, but until we can get a copy of this, we need this one to help protect the castle. It's for the greater good."
"I think Sirius and I should be able to make another copy, and you can have the original back," Remus promised. "Though if I catch you using it just to sneak in bottles of firewhiskey or booby trap the prefects lav, you'll never see it again."
"Aye aye sirs!" the twins chorused.
"Dismissed!" Sirius barked, and the twins scampered off, gleefully clutching their official Marauder's badges.
Once they were gone, Sirius turned to Remus. "Ok, how the hell did you find out about this?"
"Our newest partner in crime: Lady Justice," Remus said, gesturing towards the door.
Libra walked in, brandishing a sword and shield. Sirius let out a loud groan. "You let a girl into the Marauders?" he whined.
I elbowed him in the gut. "Can it, that's my wife, not a girl!"
"You don't think I don't fit the part, dog?" Libra asked, pointing the sword at Sirius.
Sirius held up his hands. "Alright, alright, clearly I'm outvoted. Merlin, this is that whole situation with Lily again…"
"You're getting married in four months time," I told him. "Best get used to the idea of having your own Mauradette."
That brought a dopey grin to Sirius' face. "Snivellus will never see it coming."
"He's a changed man Sirius. I hope you are too," Remus said firmly.
"Eh, mostly. I won't try to do anything harmful, but honestly he's always so Sirius. Pun intended. I just want to try to get the old bugger to laugh half the time."
"You could always do what I've been doing," I said. "Play Snape Bingo."
Everyone turned to look at me oddly. "Snape Bingo?" Libra asked.
I quickly erased the whiteboard and drew a bingo square.
"So, each time you get Snape to say something you get to mark off your square. First one to fill out their card wins, everyone pays them a galleon, then the game starts again. So, under B we have 'make a name pun,' 'call someone a dunderhead,' 'compliment someone named James,' and-"
"Oh my God," Sirius gasped. "This is what I have needed my entire life."
"This is so childish," Remus groaned.
"I think you should have 'award house points to not Slytherin' under 'I,'" Libra instructed.
Remus gasped in horror, and Libra rolled her eyes. "Oh come off it. He takes himself far too seriously. Besides, this might actually keep the two of them from actually doing anything dire."
"Hmm," Remus mused. "OK. But I think we should get Tonks and Aurora to play too."
"Hell I bet we could get half the staff to play," I mused. "Though let's just keep it amongst ourselves for now."
We quickly made up a few cards for each of us, then Libra headed home and I went to the Great Hall for dinner as I had evening patrol duty. After the meal, Harry came over with Perks and introduced us.
"Hey dad, this is my friend Sally-Anne. Guess what! She's Christian too! She was scared because her parents thought we'd all be devil worshipers or something but I told her we're actually pretty cool."
"Hello Professor Murphy," Sally-Anne said quietly, looking down as Harry introduced her.
"Hello, Miss Perks. How are you liking Hogwarts so far?"
Sally-Anne looked up, biting her lip. "Um, OK I guess. My parents thought I needed an exorcism when Professor McGonagall came but she convinced them I wasn't unnatural or anything and that I should come to school. They're still not sure though, I don't think they like the idea of me having magic."
"And how do you feel about that?" I asked her.
Sally-Anne shrugged, looking down. "I don't know. I've always felt a bit weird, but I don't want to be evil or anything. I don't want to go to hell like my parents said I would if I became a witch…"
Her voice got rougher and more ragged as she talked, and she trailed off into a half sob.
I put a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, it's OK. Magic is a gift from God, not a curse. It's no different than Jesus turning water into wine. Professor Tonks can teach you how to do that, you know."
"Really?" Sally-Anne looked up at me, tears in her eyes. "I'm just so scared."
"Hey, don't worry. Nothing to be frightened about. Magic's weird, but it's just another one of God's creations. Come on, why don't you two walk with me while I go on patrol."
I showed Harry and Sally-Anne around the castle, though I was still getting used to it myself. Sally, it turned out, was from a strong Irish-Catholic background. Her parents had moved to the UK from southern Ireland, but still attended mass faithfully. It had taken a lot of convincing from the Headmistress that they needed their daughter to learn to control her powers at a basic level, though they were still unhappy.
"Tell you what, Harry's mother is sort of a school social worker. Maybe she can talk with your parents," I suggested to Sally-Anne. "Harry can take you to talk with her tomorrow, and then she can help your parents figure out what all this means. It was quite a shock for me to learn magic was real myself."
"But...aren't you a wizard too?" Sally-Anne asked.
I shook my head. "I happen to teach the one subject at Hogwarts that doesn't require magic: Muggle Studies. And, as a muggle, I am quite the expert on the subject."
"That's kind of a secret though so don't tell anyone," Harry told Sally-Anne.
We talked for a bit longer, and I learned that Sally-Anne's parents were older, and she was their only child. They'd struggled to have a kid for years, and were very protective of their daughter. It had been a nasty shock to find out she was a witch, though they had thought she had performed minor miracles in the past, such as fixing a torn dress at a dance rehearsal, and finding lost items with ease.
"Well, time for you two to get to bed," I ordered. "Head back to the common room. Flying lessons for the Hufflepuffs tomorrow."
Sally-Anne looked a bit concerned about this, but Harry assured her flying was awesome, and led her back down stairs. I turned back to my patrols, wandering the corridors with my flashlight (or torch, or whatever) that Remus had enchanted for me. I didn't find anything out of place but some lost and frustrated Ravenclaw firsties, and it was simple enough to lead them back to their common room. At 11pm my duties were done, and I yawned and headed back to Hogsmeade. I was going to have to get a bicycle, because these long walks in the dark were going to be killer.
The next day brought familiar names into my classroom. Percy and Oliver Wood were both in my 5th year class together. As expected Percy was a model student, if rather ignorant of the muggle world in general. Oliver was somewhat interested in the revelation that muggles played sports, and asked me after class if they might have any relevance on Quidditch Tactics.
"Well, to answer that, I would have to know more about Quidditch than 'you play it on brooms,'" I told him. "But you might be interested in dog fighting tactics developed over the course of the last world war."
"What do dogs have to do with quidditch?" Oliver asked in confusion.
"Dog fighting refers to the art of aerial combat between fighter craft," I told him. "In the last World War both sides fielded small fast attack planes that were designed to destroy enemy fliers. You might be interested in the movie The Battle of Britain, which I plan on showing at some point for Muggle Art club. We're having our first meeting tonight."
"Interesting, I didn't know muggles fought in the air," Oliver mused. "Maybe I'll come by."
Thursdays I only had the one class, but in the evening was Muggle Music club. After dinner, I got my classroom ready with a stack of records, and put on one of my personal favorites, ACDC's The Black Album. Harry had even gotten Sirius to show up by telling him we were going to play his theme song. So Harry, Sirius, and Aurora had all stopped by, and were enjoying rocking out to the music, which Sirius had enchanted to play much louder than normal (or rather, at what most ACDC fans would consider the appropriate volume).
The club wasn't set to start for another ten minutes, when a bespectacled girl with short dark hair stuck her head in the room.
"Come on in," I called, motioning for Sirius to turn down the volume. "You here for the club?"
"That didn't sound like Muggle Music," the girl said, hesitantly stepping into the room. "At least, not the kind Professor Barring played for us."
"Oh this is definitely muggle music," Aurora said. "Don't worry Chang, I think Professor Murphy just has slightly different tastes than old Barring did.
"Chang?" I asked. "Cho Chang?" I quickly added, "You're in my Monday/Friday 3rd year class, right?"
"Yes," Cho agreed. "I was also in Muggle Music club." She held up a small case. "I play the violin. I thought it was a very popular muggle instrument. This sounds more like the Weird Sisters, except...different?"
"It's my theme song," Sirius said happily. "Make it play that one again David!"
"You want to hear more of this or should I put on something classical?" I asked Cho. "I think I have Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto in D no. 35."
"No!" Cho said quickly. "This is just...Different. I've never heard anything quite like this." She sat quietly and listened intently, and I went over to prop open the door a little wider.
"What's all that racket?" Filch snarled as he stomped forward. "I heard something awful and thought it had to be those damned Weasley twins at it again."
"That would be my music," I said. "It's for the club. Want to have a listen?"
"God no. A man could go deaf listening to something like that," Filch snarled. "Well. As long as it's official school business I suppose I can't stop you. But keep it down, a man's got to work around here."
After half an hour, a few of Harry's friends from Hufflepuff showed up, along with about a dozen more older students, none of whom I recognized save for Cho.
"Well, welcome to Muggle Music Club. I'm your host, Professor Murphy. I have a few notes from Professor Barring about the club, but it sounds like you mostly listened to muggle music and talked about-"
"DADDY!" a small voice cried, and a small missile in a dress hurtled forward and jumped up onto me.
"Whoa!" I said. "Who's this then? I hardly recognize you!"
Sarah giggled and poked at me. "You know who I am daddy, I'm Sarah!"
"Daddy!" another tiny voice cried, and Marie ran forward. I scooped her up and swung her giggling onto my shoulders, while Sarah clung to my back. The students all looked at me wide eyed as Libra entered in, carrying James who held out his arms. With a grunt, I managed to get my youngest son into my arms.
"Sorry," I apologized. "There are my assistants. The lovely Madam Murphy, and my daughters Marie and Sarah, and their brother James."
"Harry!" James cried, leaping out of my arms and running over to his brother. Harry picked James up and set him on his desk.
"Why are they here?" one of the older students asked, confused.
"Well, mostly because they haven't seen their father in two days," I answered, "but also to help introduce you to some new kinds of music. Now, I trust you're all terribly familiar with muggle classical composers, like Mozart, Tchaikovsky, Handel, and Chopin?"
The various heads nodded, though the students were still eyeing Marie and Sarah who were latched on to me like barnacles.
"Well, I am pleased to inform you that there is A Whole New World of music beyond the classics, so don't you dare close your eyes."
Wait. Crap. That one wouldn't come out for like three months. Oh well.
"Now, you probably already heard the rock music as you came in. What did you think of that?"
"Honestly that's the only reason I came in," one of the older boys said. "That was brilliant. I've heard the stuff Professor Barring used to play and it was bloody boring."
Cho let out an annoyed huff, and clung to her violin.
"I happen to enjoy the classics," I said. "And we'll have plenty of time to listen to and learn them. However, I had some ideas that might freshen up the club a bit. For example, that wonderful fiddle Miss Chang is carrying. Why don't we start off with something catchy." I set the girls down, and selected a record label "Irish Fiddle Reels."
I held my hand out to Libra, and Sirius stood with Aurora as the students watched skeptically. Harry sprang up and took Marie's hands, while Sarah grabbed James.
The first number was a short but very lively number that Aurora had selected for her wedding, and that we'd actually practiced a few times while at Sirius' place over the holidays. We whirled about the open space in the classroom, Libra and I dancing and laughing. By the time the first song was over, we were sweating and panting, but happy. I'd traded off to twirl both my girls around, and they were giggling happily.
I took the record off and turned to the students, who were gaping at me. "Well, what did you think of that?"
"Those are muggle violins?" Cho asked, thunderstruck. "I've never heard any muggles play a violin like that. Professor Barrington always played waltzes and stuff, but we never danced to them."
"It was alright, but I liked the other stuff better," another student commented. "Can you dance to that?"
"Of course," I said. "I think it's time you all got loose. Why don't you all stand up and join us. Sarah, if you would?"
"Bacon!" Sarah cheered, and ran over to the record player. She selected the record with the picture of a grinning Kevin Bacon on it, then put it on. A few of the students stood, mostly Harry's firstie Hufflepuff friends.
"If you're worried that this will be too hard, keep in mind my two year old son can do this," I told them. That drew some chuckles from the older students, and Cho and a few of the older club members joined us.
Now, I personally was not a huge fan of Kevin Bacon or Footloose. However, it was just about Libra's favorite movie of all time, so I'd seen it quite a few times. I had previously not been much of a dancer, but Libra really enjoyed it and dancing wasn't a bad way to spend an evening with your wife. We danced together along with the students, clapping and cheering along to the music. Most of the older students looked like they felt a little awkward, but the younger kids were very enthusiastic and were really enjoying themselves.
By the time the song ended, everyone had joined in to one degree or another, which meant none of us were paying attention at all to who was standing in the doorway as the track switched to the next song.
"Professor Murphy. Professor Sinistra. What, exactly, is going on in here?"
Everyone turned around in shock as the next song started to play, but Sirius thankfully pointed his wand at the player and it silenced itself.
"Um," I said, swallowing as I withered under the stern gaze of Headmistress McGonagall. "We're appreciating muggle music? Through dance?"
"Footloose, Aunty!" Sarah proclaimed, wigging out to the front of the room and jumping up and down. "We're dancing! You can dance too!"
McGonagall peered down at Sarah, then smiled. "I see. Argus was concerned some sort of wild spectacle was taking place."
"Well, yeah, sort of," I admitted. "But it is adult supervised."
"Very good." McGonagall leaned over so she was down at Sarah's level. "I'm afraid I can't join you for a dance tonight, young lady, but I do hope you're enjoying yourself. Good evening."
"Bye Aunty!" Sarah said, waving as McGonagall disappeared down the hallway.
"Good lord," one of the students whispered. "Did she just call the Headmistress Aunty?"
"Did we just get away with something?" another student asked.
"Don't question it kid," Sirius said. "Speaking from experience, very little gets past Aunty Minnie."
"Sirius!" Aurora protested, slapping his side. "Don't call the Headmistress that."
"I like Aunty Minnie," Sarah proclaimed. "She's nice."
"Well, I think that's enough for now," I said. "Sirius, the record player?"
Sirius put the sound back on, and I switched the track over to Rhapsody in Blue and turned to the now sweaty and tired students. "Well as you just heard, there are multiple kinds of muggle music. Including the kind you can dance to. I confess, I'm not much of a musician myself, but I'd be happy to get sheet music for anyone interested in learning."
"I don't know about that, but I'd like to do more dancing," one of the girls said.
"That was OK," a boy said. "But I want to hear more cool music. That first stuff was sort of like the Weird Sisters but even better."
"That's all going to be up to you," I said. "I will be here to direct and guide, and provide some suggestions and pointers, but this club really should be student lead. Who was in the club last year?"
Cho and ten of the older students raised their hands.
"Any of you officers?" I asked.
"Our club president and secretary graduated," Cho informed me. "We didn't have any other officers, there were only fourteen of us."
"Alright, well, any nominations for club president then?"
"It's going to be Cho, she's the only one who plays an instrument."
"You want the job?" I asked Cho.
Cho blushed, but nodded.
"All in favor?" I asked. There was a chorus of ayes. "All opposed?" No one said anything, so I nodded and wrote Cho's name down on a piece of parchment. However, I did not use a quill. I had a fountain pen for just such a purpose.
"Any other suggestions for officer?"
The boy who'd wandered in raised his hand. "I'll do something. I wouldn't mind learning more dances and new songs."
"Your name?" I asked.
"Adam Westcott. Fourth year Gryffindor."
"Any other volunteers?" I asked. No one spoke up, so I wrote Adam down as secretary and handed him the parchment and pen. "OK, so, suggestions for what we should do?"
"Disney music!" Sarah piped up.
"What's Disney music?" Adam asked, looking the fountain pen over. He seemed to figure it out easily enough though.
"It's from a bunch of popular movies," Harry supplied. "My sisters love it. Some of the songs are pretty cool, I guess."
"Can we hear some of it?" Cho asked.
Sarah ran over to the player without being told, and swapped out the record for the Little Mermaid soundtrack. She expertly put it to her favorite song, then ran to the center of the room and began to sing along to "Under the Sea." Harry and Marie joined in, along with Sally-Anne, who apparently knew the song by heart as well. By the end of it, several of the other students were really getting into the song as well.
"That was brilliant!"
"We should do more!"
"Right then, I'll put down Disney music," Adam said. "What about that stuff you played earlier? When we were coming in."
"Rock and Roll," I told him. I swapped another record out, and played the first bit of "Hound Dog" by the King.
"Yeah, I'm putting that down as well," Adam said enthusiastically.
"I want more music with dancing!"
"What about music from plays and stuff? I remember we listened to the Nutcracker but I've always wanted to see it or hear more."
"Is there any more music like the Weird Sisters?"
"What about choir music? I'm in the Toad Choir and I'd like to learn some new songs."
Adam faithfully wrote down all the suggestions and showed them to Cho, who nodded. "This looks like a good place to start. I think we should learn more muggle dances first though. I bet we could get a lot of other students to come if they knew we would have dancing, though I don't know if this room is big enough for everyone."
"I can talk to the Headmistress about using a larger space if there is more interest," I promised. "But, how about we close with one of the most popular dances for muggle kids your own age."
That met with enthusiastic agreement, so I put on "The Electric Slide." Harry and Sarah gleefully showed off their dance moves, and all the older students participated this time. After that, it was late, so I dismissed the club. "Same time next week. We'll start with disco dancing. It's time for some Saturday Night Fever. Bring your friends, and your parachute pants."
God bless you World of Warcraft Human Male dance. It's the only dance I really knew before coming back in time. Well, and the Turka Turka Tun. Draenei main for life baby.
Harry said goodbye to his siblings, and I left with Libra and the kids. "Daddy can we come dancing again?" Sarah begged.
"Only if you can disco by next week," I told her seriously. "I expect you to be able to boogie down."
Authors Note:
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B
"Dunderhead"
Uses Victorian Flower Language
Makes a name pun
"Damn you Sirius Black!" (Or Harry/James Potter)
Compliments someone named James
I
Gives house points to a house other than Slytherin
Smiles
Laughes
Is kind to a child (or people think he is)
Picks a flower
N
Sneers instead of talks
Rolls his eyes three times in one conversation
*FREE* Broods *FREE*
Maybe sarcastic, maybe serious. No one can tell.
Glides instead of walks
G
Adopts Harry or becomes Harry's guardian/honorary relative
Makes an incredibly OP potion, uses it frivolously
Uses a naughty word
Somehow is cruel to a small animal (children don't count) and seems to enjoy it
Takes away points from Slytherin
O
Suddenly becomes handsome for no real reason (Rickman Syndrome)
Hair is described as something other than greasy/lanky or hair care products are mentioned
Betrays someone
"Always"
Is obviously a virgin