Charms, James decided, was a relatively safe class. They had spend
the entire class trying to make feathers levitate, and the most exciting
thing that had happened was Lyria getting hers to shoot across the room.
He had made his lift off the table a bit, but it hadn't really been
floating, and Peter had managed to start a small fire. Fortunately, the
diminutive Professor Flitwick had put it out with no problems. Lily Evans,
of course, had hers floating all over the room with no trouble at all.
And now they were off to their second class; double Potions with Slytherin.
Blech.
"Same seating as we did in Charms?" James asked his friends.
"I really don't want to sit with Peter again; I'm starting to fear for my life," Remus cracked.
"Hey!" Peter yelped. The others chuckled and they all entered the classroom.
Professor Prewett immediately began assigning seats at the start of class. "None of you sitting around and not getting anything done," he snapped. "Mr. Snape and Miss Strider, you sit here. Potter and Evans, behind them..." He put Sirius with Frank Longbottom and Peter with a Slytherin whose name James didn't know.
Soon, they were all trying to concoct a potion to cure boils. James noticed that Lyria and Snape seemed to be spending more time arguing than anything else.
"Get out of my way, I'll do it," he snapped.
"Is it because I'm a girl or because I'm a Gryffindor that you think I can't do anything?" She snarled back.
Uh-oh. James could almost predict the fight coming.
"Neither, you're just useless," he sneered.
"At least I bathe," she snapped back. "And I happen to have been helping my father in *his* Potions lab for years."
"Too cheap to get real help?" Snape smirked and put a silencing charm on her.
That was too much. James was just waiting for the explosion when he saw Lily float the empty jar on their worktable over and drop it on Snape's head. It shattered and fell.
Professor Prewett whirled around. "What in blazes is going on over there?"
Lyria managed to undo the silencing charm just in time to burst into laughter.
"Think it's funny, do you?" Snape snarled, this time using an itching curse.
Lyria's face took on a dangerous expression. "Nobody. Hexes. A Strider!" She lunged at him, and there was a sickening crunch.
Sirius' eyes lit up and he jumped into the fight as well.
The Slytherins, of course, began attacking the other Gryffindors in retaliation, and soon it was an all-out war.
Professor Prewett was doing his best to pull all of them apart, but with little success in a class of twenty.
James threw a ladle of his potion at Snape before joining the fight as well.
Finally, the Muggle Studies teacher who happened to be walking by came in to help pulling them apart. It took a full fifteen minutes to restore order, and it took both teachers to get James, Sirius, Remus, and even little Peter away from Snape.
"Four Musketeers, those ones," the Muggle Studies teacher chuckled as he left.
"Mr. Avery, escort Mr. Snape up to the Hospital Wing and see what can be done," Professor Prewett instructed. Snape's nose appeared to be broken, and Lyria smiled, pleased with herself.
"Miss Strider, you go up as well and take care of that itching problem. I'll see you in detention," he said flatly. "Five points from Gryffindor."
Lyria didn't even look abashed that she'd lost five points in her second class. She merely picked up her things and, holding her head high, went off to the nurse.
Professor Prewett turned to James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter. "And you four... ten points off Gryffindor each for your behavior."
"We didn't even start it!" Sirius yelped indigantly.
"And detention for talking back to a teacher!" the Professor responded. "I'm sure you and Miss Strider will get along perfectly well while you pickle toads this evening, Mr. Black."
The Slytherins laughed vindictively.
James hesitated, but decided to chance it. "Excuse me, Professor, but the rest of us didn't say a word..."
"Then you may report for detention today and tomorrow, Mr. Potter."
James scowled. Remus had buried his face in his hands again, as he had on the train. Peter looked ready to cry.
Once things had settled down, Professor Prewett ordered them to try the potion again.
"I hope Snape's nose is hurting really badly," James muttered to Lily.
The redhead nodded in agreement. "I hope he's got a black eye, too."
James grinned at that, and they got back to work.
And now they were off to their second class; double Potions with Slytherin.
Blech.
"Same seating as we did in Charms?" James asked his friends.
"I really don't want to sit with Peter again; I'm starting to fear for my life," Remus cracked.
"Hey!" Peter yelped. The others chuckled and they all entered the classroom.
Professor Prewett immediately began assigning seats at the start of class. "None of you sitting around and not getting anything done," he snapped. "Mr. Snape and Miss Strider, you sit here. Potter and Evans, behind them..." He put Sirius with Frank Longbottom and Peter with a Slytherin whose name James didn't know.
Soon, they were all trying to concoct a potion to cure boils. James noticed that Lyria and Snape seemed to be spending more time arguing than anything else.
"Get out of my way, I'll do it," he snapped.
"Is it because I'm a girl or because I'm a Gryffindor that you think I can't do anything?" She snarled back.
Uh-oh. James could almost predict the fight coming.
"Neither, you're just useless," he sneered.
"At least I bathe," she snapped back. "And I happen to have been helping my father in *his* Potions lab for years."
"Too cheap to get real help?" Snape smirked and put a silencing charm on her.
That was too much. James was just waiting for the explosion when he saw Lily float the empty jar on their worktable over and drop it on Snape's head. It shattered and fell.
Professor Prewett whirled around. "What in blazes is going on over there?"
Lyria managed to undo the silencing charm just in time to burst into laughter.
"Think it's funny, do you?" Snape snarled, this time using an itching curse.
Lyria's face took on a dangerous expression. "Nobody. Hexes. A Strider!" She lunged at him, and there was a sickening crunch.
Sirius' eyes lit up and he jumped into the fight as well.
The Slytherins, of course, began attacking the other Gryffindors in retaliation, and soon it was an all-out war.
Professor Prewett was doing his best to pull all of them apart, but with little success in a class of twenty.
James threw a ladle of his potion at Snape before joining the fight as well.
Finally, the Muggle Studies teacher who happened to be walking by came in to help pulling them apart. It took a full fifteen minutes to restore order, and it took both teachers to get James, Sirius, Remus, and even little Peter away from Snape.
"Four Musketeers, those ones," the Muggle Studies teacher chuckled as he left.
"Mr. Avery, escort Mr. Snape up to the Hospital Wing and see what can be done," Professor Prewett instructed. Snape's nose appeared to be broken, and Lyria smiled, pleased with herself.
"Miss Strider, you go up as well and take care of that itching problem. I'll see you in detention," he said flatly. "Five points from Gryffindor."
Lyria didn't even look abashed that she'd lost five points in her second class. She merely picked up her things and, holding her head high, went off to the nurse.
Professor Prewett turned to James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter. "And you four... ten points off Gryffindor each for your behavior."
"We didn't even start it!" Sirius yelped indigantly.
"And detention for talking back to a teacher!" the Professor responded. "I'm sure you and Miss Strider will get along perfectly well while you pickle toads this evening, Mr. Black."
The Slytherins laughed vindictively.
James hesitated, but decided to chance it. "Excuse me, Professor, but the rest of us didn't say a word..."
"Then you may report for detention today and tomorrow, Mr. Potter."
James scowled. Remus had buried his face in his hands again, as he had on the train. Peter looked ready to cry.
Once things had settled down, Professor Prewett ordered them to try the potion again.
"I hope Snape's nose is hurting really badly," James muttered to Lily.
The redhead nodded in agreement. "I hope he's got a black eye, too."
James grinned at that, and they got back to work.