The Ultimate Prequel-Remus
Getting to class was no easy affair. One of the nice things was the there was a ghost who was able to show me the way to History of Magic, my very first class at Hogwarts. By the time I reached the doors, the bell had rung. The only two people in the class were James and Sirius from the dormitory. Both were standing on desks.
As I entered, James looked at his wristwatch, "Thirty seconds past due."
"I did try. I'm afraid I was lost." I apologized.
Sirius snorted. "Not as lost as the others. That's for sure."
"How did you do it?" I asked
Sirius and James looked at one another.
"Great sense of direction," Sirius replied.
"Well… actually," said James, "we set out an hour ago. But we've been here a good, long twenty minutes."
"I wish they made maps of this place," I said wistfully. "It would help new students quite a bit."
"They can't," said James. "It's a matter of tradition. All first years shall get lost."
"Really?" I said.
"Nah," said Sirius, "but I get the feeling that the prefects, even the teacher, don't know everything about the school. Why have all these secret passages if they weren't going to be a secret?"
James looked up and put a finger to his mouth. I heard footsteps. Was it the teacher? What would he or she be like?
"Three minutes, twenty seconds!" It was not the teacher but two girls, also Gryffindors. One had long, thick, dark red hair, and vivid green eyes, eyes like I'd never seen before. The other had stringy blond hair, clasped into a ponytail at the neck with long fringe.
"What's wrong with you two?" It was the redhead who spoke. She stared up at James and Sirius, who ere still standing on their desks. Like me, she was somewhat off-put having the amount of time she was late shouted at her.
"Absolutely nothing," said Sirius. "we were here one time and have been here for the last twenty minutes, which is more than I can say for you, Miss three MINUTES late."
"You two are such horrible people. Do you have any idea what we've BEEN through? I hope Professor Binns comes in this very second. Why I don't even think it swottish right now to hope you two get detention. You deserve it for being inconsiderate of others. Not to mention standing on the desks," said the blonde.
"Why I consider it very swottish of you. What's your names anyways?" James retorted, jumping off his desk.
"Why should you even care?" the redhead's brilliant green eyes bore into James' eyes, fierce behind his coke-bottle blocked black ones.
"Very simple," James said coldly, "As I don't know your proper names, I will have to refer to something of my own design, that being 'Swotty,'" James indicated the blonde, "and 'Swot-Me.'" He pointed at the redhead.
"All right then," said the redhead, her green eyes flashing dangerously, "my name is Lily, Lily Evans, and this is Rosalind Perry. {Her last name was originally Meier, but because both girls will be getting the last name treatment until they are asked out, I changed it. Meier just sounded really bad as a name to call someone, it was to much of a tongue twister.} And if you, or any of your cheeky little friends EVER cal her 'Swotty,' or myself 'Swot-Me,' I will personally swat you."
James gave Evans an incredulous look. He muttered something under his breath about "not minding if she dares to do it." I wasn't quite sure what that meant, or even if that was what he said. He was probably glibbering like I had in front of Dumbledore two summers ago.
Either way, Evans and Perry turned and sat at two desks in the front, and James got back on his. He jumped off it almost immediately, because just then, the teacher came in.
To be continued.
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Getting to class was no easy affair. One of the nice things was the there was a ghost who was able to show me the way to History of Magic, my very first class at Hogwarts. By the time I reached the doors, the bell had rung. The only two people in the class were James and Sirius from the dormitory. Both were standing on desks.
As I entered, James looked at his wristwatch, "Thirty seconds past due."
"I did try. I'm afraid I was lost." I apologized.
Sirius snorted. "Not as lost as the others. That's for sure."
"How did you do it?" I asked
Sirius and James looked at one another.
"Great sense of direction," Sirius replied.
"Well… actually," said James, "we set out an hour ago. But we've been here a good, long twenty minutes."
"I wish they made maps of this place," I said wistfully. "It would help new students quite a bit."
"They can't," said James. "It's a matter of tradition. All first years shall get lost."
"Really?" I said.
"Nah," said Sirius, "but I get the feeling that the prefects, even the teacher, don't know everything about the school. Why have all these secret passages if they weren't going to be a secret?"
James looked up and put a finger to his mouth. I heard footsteps. Was it the teacher? What would he or she be like?
"Three minutes, twenty seconds!" It was not the teacher but two girls, also Gryffindors. One had long, thick, dark red hair, and vivid green eyes, eyes like I'd never seen before. The other had stringy blond hair, clasped into a ponytail at the neck with long fringe.
"What's wrong with you two?" It was the redhead who spoke. She stared up at James and Sirius, who ere still standing on their desks. Like me, she was somewhat off-put having the amount of time she was late shouted at her.
"Absolutely nothing," said Sirius. "we were here one time and have been here for the last twenty minutes, which is more than I can say for you, Miss three MINUTES late."
"You two are such horrible people. Do you have any idea what we've BEEN through? I hope Professor Binns comes in this very second. Why I don't even think it swottish right now to hope you two get detention. You deserve it for being inconsiderate of others. Not to mention standing on the desks," said the blonde.
"Why I consider it very swottish of you. What's your names anyways?" James retorted, jumping off his desk.
"Why should you even care?" the redhead's brilliant green eyes bore into James' eyes, fierce behind his coke-bottle blocked black ones.
"Very simple," James said coldly, "As I don't know your proper names, I will have to refer to something of my own design, that being 'Swotty,'" James indicated the blonde, "and 'Swot-Me.'" He pointed at the redhead.
"All right then," said the redhead, her green eyes flashing dangerously, "my name is Lily, Lily Evans, and this is Rosalind Perry. {Her last name was originally Meier, but because both girls will be getting the last name treatment until they are asked out, I changed it. Meier just sounded really bad as a name to call someone, it was to much of a tongue twister.} And if you, or any of your cheeky little friends EVER cal her 'Swotty,' or myself 'Swot-Me,' I will personally swat you."
James gave Evans an incredulous look. He muttered something under his breath about "not minding if she dares to do it." I wasn't quite sure what that meant, or even if that was what he said. He was probably glibbering like I had in front of Dumbledore two summers ago.
Either way, Evans and Perry turned and sat at two desks in the front, and James got back on his. He jumped off it almost immediately, because just then, the teacher came in.
To be continued.
Please review. I don't mind negative comments, so long as you tell me what you didn't like. I want to make my work better, and I don't know you so write away!