The bell rang to signal the end of breakfast and the start of the first class. "Come on, we'll take you up to Dumbledore's office."
They bid their goodbyes to Lily and Arthur, then followed James down the winding corridors; Sirius glancing nervously at his watch. "We'll be a bit late for first period it seems."
Remus gave him a quizzical look, "And since when has this bothered you before?"
"You've forgotten, we've switched classes. Schlokter first today."
"What?" Hermione lookd at him, puzzled.
"Schlokter. The DADA teacher. Absolutely loathes everyone. Break even a small rule in his class and you'll find yourself in detention for a week. Doesn't even like the students from his own house," Peter explained.
"Which is?"
"Slytherin, of course," James scowled, "if you ask me he'd rather just be teaching Dark Arts instead of this 'defense rubbish' as he calls it."
"Um, are you sure you know where you're going?" Ron turned to James. They had been wondering the halls for almost ten minutes.
"Well, James ought to know, he's visited the Headmaster's office frequently enough."
"And haven't we all," James said wistfully, "Ah, that last trick we played was nothing short of pure genius... I remember the look on old Schlokter's face, whoever thought that it would take so many horned toads to fill a closet?"
"Whoever thought it was possible to have detention for three months straight?" Peter mumbled to him.
"Come on guys," Sirius shook them, "isn't his office right up at the top of these stairs?" No sooner had he spoken, then the staircase began to shake, it tilted, and slowly began revolving. The stairs spiraled and twisted, then stopped, now leading them in a completely different direction.
"Oh I'd forgotten! Why must the stairways always move on Mondays?!?" James moaned.
"We've got to go the long way, then. There's no other way."
A few more corridors and staircases away, they finally arrived at their destination. Dumbledore's office was still guarded by the great stone gargoyle, and looked; form the outside, very much how it did when Harry had come before. Or later, rather.
Harry noticed it was in quite a different part of the castle, though. He asked his father about this.
"Oh yes, his office moves every once and awhile too. Seems to me everything in this damn castle can't stay put. How's a man to find things!"
"The Marauder's Map, of course," Sirius said quietly under his breath, but not so quietly that Harry, Hermione, and Ron did not hear him.
"Licorice Wands!" the gargoyle sprang aside, revealing a door. They went throught the door, and traveled up on the large elevator-like staircase to Dumbledore's office.
They knocked a warily on the thick wooden door. "Come in," the deep voice of the headmaster responded.
They bid their goodbyes to Lily and Arthur, then followed James down the winding corridors; Sirius glancing nervously at his watch. "We'll be a bit late for first period it seems."
Remus gave him a quizzical look, "And since when has this bothered you before?"
"You've forgotten, we've switched classes. Schlokter first today."
"What?" Hermione lookd at him, puzzled.
"Schlokter. The DADA teacher. Absolutely loathes everyone. Break even a small rule in his class and you'll find yourself in detention for a week. Doesn't even like the students from his own house," Peter explained.
"Which is?"
"Slytherin, of course," James scowled, "if you ask me he'd rather just be teaching Dark Arts instead of this 'defense rubbish' as he calls it."
"Um, are you sure you know where you're going?" Ron turned to James. They had been wondering the halls for almost ten minutes.
"Well, James ought to know, he's visited the Headmaster's office frequently enough."
"And haven't we all," James said wistfully, "Ah, that last trick we played was nothing short of pure genius... I remember the look on old Schlokter's face, whoever thought that it would take so many horned toads to fill a closet?"
"Whoever thought it was possible to have detention for three months straight?" Peter mumbled to him.
"Come on guys," Sirius shook them, "isn't his office right up at the top of these stairs?" No sooner had he spoken, then the staircase began to shake, it tilted, and slowly began revolving. The stairs spiraled and twisted, then stopped, now leading them in a completely different direction.
"Oh I'd forgotten! Why must the stairways always move on Mondays?!?" James moaned.
"We've got to go the long way, then. There's no other way."
A few more corridors and staircases away, they finally arrived at their destination. Dumbledore's office was still guarded by the great stone gargoyle, and looked; form the outside, very much how it did when Harry had come before. Or later, rather.
Harry noticed it was in quite a different part of the castle, though. He asked his father about this.
"Oh yes, his office moves every once and awhile too. Seems to me everything in this damn castle can't stay put. How's a man to find things!"
"The Marauder's Map, of course," Sirius said quietly under his breath, but not so quietly that Harry, Hermione, and Ron did not hear him.
"Licorice Wands!" the gargoyle sprang aside, revealing a door. They went throught the door, and traveled up on the large elevator-like staircase to Dumbledore's office.
They knocked a warily on the thick wooden door. "Come in," the deep voice of the headmaster responded.