It was a warm day today, being but the forth of September, which
technically is still summer, so I ended up following James and Sirius
outside to the courtyard where we began to do our homework together. We
weren't the only ones with that idea, however. There were some Ravenclaw
fourth years, and several Slytherin first years. Among them were the fat
boy James had mentioned, and the anorexic-looking kid with long black hair,
earrings {Snape, by the way, pierced his own ears by himself without
permission. I know this behavior is slightly out of the time frame for
the story, but I couldn't resist. By the way, his earrings are homemade,
real rat skull earings. He did it all himself, including CATCHING the
rats) and a horribly large nose, that we weren't sure whether it was a boy
or girl. They were all pouring over something.
"Hey look!" whispered Sirisus, "it's that mystery kid! What do you think, boy or girl?"
:"Good question," James said thoughtfully, "It's got long hair and earrings like a girl, and it does kind or look like one."
"Yes, but look at its hair!" said Sirius. "I thought girls loved their hair, brushing it and washing it all the time. My sister does. That hair doesn't look like it has been washed or combed for a week, it's so greasy. Now those earrings… what ARE they? They look like little skulls. What kind of horrible weirdo girl would do that? All the other kids are defiantly boys."
"But what boy would grow his hair and wear earrings and look like a girl?" James argued.
"I think we can argue this all day," said Sirius. "The best thing we can do is find out. But how?"
"We can follow it and see whose toilets it uses," suggest James.
"We could always ask politely," I suggested.
"Ask?" said James. He and Sirius laughed. "Remember the train. I don't want to talk to the monster."
"Oh," I said. With that we went on with our homework.
Twenty minutes later, a large explosion came from where the boys and their friend were. It splattered us with deep blue slime. The Ravenclaw students were gone by this point. The Slytherins laughed.
Sirius Black stood up. "Excuse me," he said. " I believe an apology is in order." Sirius wiped off some blue goo from his robes and rolled it into a goo-ball.
That fat blond boy looked at us. "I don't know. You do deserve one... but we did it on purpose. Severus Snape thought it would be funny to see if it got you. He said that you wouldn't do anything about it, that you were pansy-boys."
The boy seemed to be bragging about this excitedly, but the boy/girl kid, who was clearly Severus Snape and a boy looked furious.
"Pansy-boys?" James said incredulously. "I think not. If anyone's a pansy it's you. Miss Severus Snape., what with your long hair and earrings."
Sirius laughed. Even I laughed. But what got me is that the fat blond boy laughed too.
"Peter," Snape said. He had a soft voice that was somewhat high-pitched, but that was because his voice hadn't broken like it hadn't with all of us by that point. It did have a silky quality that reminded me of a villians. "I hope that you are well aware that after I deal with these three insolent things, you are next on my list."
Peter looked horrified. His gray eyes looked watery, and it seemed as if he would cry. This boy was horrible. What kind of person made his friends cry?
Just then, Sirius threw the goo-ball. It hit Snape on the head. The goo landed on the top of his hair.
"Shampoo," said James, "You need it. Not to mention a haircut."
"You're going to get it," said Snape shrilly, fingering his wand.
"What're you going to do?" simpered James. "Shoot sparks at me? Touch me? Oh my, wait, I do NOT want that. You're poisonous, you are."
You…," Snape growled, "I'll make you wish you'd never been born."
"Nah," said James. He jumped at Snape and punched him in the eye. James was quite a good fist fighter, and I would later fins out that this was from years of schoolyard bouts at the playground. Severus Snape, on the other hand, would always be weak physically, I later found. He was the type who stayed indoors, working on something sinister. Because of this, James managed to knock Snape to the good covered ground.
Sirius laughed, yet again. But it wasn't over yet. While James's punch was strong, Snape did manage to retain his wand. He sat up and pointed it James.
"Corpus poxium sangnesor pleinous."
I had read about and practiced many of the spells in our text, but I couldn't remember reading about any s[ell this horrible. Spots resembling chicken pox rose up all over the James' visible skin, but all at once they started to bleed. Blood soaked all over James' robes and in his eyes.
"Oh my God," I said. The Slytherins all laughed. Severus chucked some goo at James. Judging by his groan of agony, it stung like the Dickens. The Slytherins laughed then walked away.
James groaned. His face was covered with blood.
"What do we do?" Sirius said.
"I'm not sure," I admitted, "Get a teacher?"
Sirius scowled. "I guess so. I don't think we're in any more trouble than James is right now. You go, I'll stay with James." I could see that Sirius didn't want to leave James' side."
"All right then," I said.
I sprinted up into the castle. It was the afternoon and no classes were going on, so where would the teachers be? Roaming the halls? In a staff room?
"Hey look!" whispered Sirisus, "it's that mystery kid! What do you think, boy or girl?"
:"Good question," James said thoughtfully, "It's got long hair and earrings like a girl, and it does kind or look like one."
"Yes, but look at its hair!" said Sirius. "I thought girls loved their hair, brushing it and washing it all the time. My sister does. That hair doesn't look like it has been washed or combed for a week, it's so greasy. Now those earrings… what ARE they? They look like little skulls. What kind of horrible weirdo girl would do that? All the other kids are defiantly boys."
"But what boy would grow his hair and wear earrings and look like a girl?" James argued.
"I think we can argue this all day," said Sirius. "The best thing we can do is find out. But how?"
"We can follow it and see whose toilets it uses," suggest James.
"We could always ask politely," I suggested.
"Ask?" said James. He and Sirius laughed. "Remember the train. I don't want to talk to the monster."
"Oh," I said. With that we went on with our homework.
Twenty minutes later, a large explosion came from where the boys and their friend were. It splattered us with deep blue slime. The Ravenclaw students were gone by this point. The Slytherins laughed.
Sirius Black stood up. "Excuse me," he said. " I believe an apology is in order." Sirius wiped off some blue goo from his robes and rolled it into a goo-ball.
That fat blond boy looked at us. "I don't know. You do deserve one... but we did it on purpose. Severus Snape thought it would be funny to see if it got you. He said that you wouldn't do anything about it, that you were pansy-boys."
The boy seemed to be bragging about this excitedly, but the boy/girl kid, who was clearly Severus Snape and a boy looked furious.
"Pansy-boys?" James said incredulously. "I think not. If anyone's a pansy it's you. Miss Severus Snape., what with your long hair and earrings."
Sirius laughed. Even I laughed. But what got me is that the fat blond boy laughed too.
"Peter," Snape said. He had a soft voice that was somewhat high-pitched, but that was because his voice hadn't broken like it hadn't with all of us by that point. It did have a silky quality that reminded me of a villians. "I hope that you are well aware that after I deal with these three insolent things, you are next on my list."
Peter looked horrified. His gray eyes looked watery, and it seemed as if he would cry. This boy was horrible. What kind of person made his friends cry?
Just then, Sirius threw the goo-ball. It hit Snape on the head. The goo landed on the top of his hair.
"Shampoo," said James, "You need it. Not to mention a haircut."
"You're going to get it," said Snape shrilly, fingering his wand.
"What're you going to do?" simpered James. "Shoot sparks at me? Touch me? Oh my, wait, I do NOT want that. You're poisonous, you are."
You…," Snape growled, "I'll make you wish you'd never been born."
"Nah," said James. He jumped at Snape and punched him in the eye. James was quite a good fist fighter, and I would later fins out that this was from years of schoolyard bouts at the playground. Severus Snape, on the other hand, would always be weak physically, I later found. He was the type who stayed indoors, working on something sinister. Because of this, James managed to knock Snape to the good covered ground.
Sirius laughed, yet again. But it wasn't over yet. While James's punch was strong, Snape did manage to retain his wand. He sat up and pointed it James.
"Corpus poxium sangnesor pleinous."
I had read about and practiced many of the spells in our text, but I couldn't remember reading about any s[ell this horrible. Spots resembling chicken pox rose up all over the James' visible skin, but all at once they started to bleed. Blood soaked all over James' robes and in his eyes.
"Oh my God," I said. The Slytherins all laughed. Severus chucked some goo at James. Judging by his groan of agony, it stung like the Dickens. The Slytherins laughed then walked away.
James groaned. His face was covered with blood.
"What do we do?" Sirius said.
"I'm not sure," I admitted, "Get a teacher?"
Sirius scowled. "I guess so. I don't think we're in any more trouble than James is right now. You go, I'll stay with James." I could see that Sirius didn't want to leave James' side."
"All right then," I said.
I sprinted up into the castle. It was the afternoon and no classes were going on, so where would the teachers be? Roaming the halls? In a staff room?