A/N: Thank you to all who reviewed!! And now here's a new chapter... more
will come from "Off To Hogwarts" after my AP Exam on Friday.
As usual, none of this is mine and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read my other works as well!! Short chapter, my apologies... but more is coming!
James knew then and there that that was the first and last time they'd ever ask Peeves for directions. He, Sirius, Remus, and Peter had been delayed by three locked doors, two trick staircases, and a hidden trapdoor, and were now running as fast as was humanly possible to Transfiguration.
"We'll... be... ready for... track!" Peter managed as he panted along just behind the others.
"This isn't a Muggle school, we don't have track!" Sirius called back to him, not sounding the least bit winded. He was leading the group as he was the only one who knew where they were going.
"We're going to be late... oh, we're going to be late..." Remus sighed.
"We *are* late!" James replied. "Someday we have to make a map of this place!!"
The four burst through the door of the room and took their seats. Fortunately, Professor McGonagall entered the room just behind them.
"Transfiguration is some of the most difficult and complex magic you will learn at Hogwarts," she told them by way of greeting. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back."
James had a sudden image of Professor McGonagall eating first years for breakfast, but he quickly got it out of his head. Then she turned her desk into a pig and back.
"Whoa!" Sirius gasped. "Awesome!"
"Thank you, Mr.Black," McGonagall said, actually looking bemused. She passed out matched and (after detailed and complex instructions) they began the process of turning them to needles.
By the end of the class, most everyone had given up.
McGonagall, walking up and down, stropped at James and
struck his needle against the matchbook. "Well done," she told him, wearing a slight smile.
Then she struck Sirius' needle against the book. His
needle caught fire.
Sirius looked rather crestfallen, but McGonagall blew out the needle and handed it back to him. "Also very well done."
"Don't worry about it Sirius- most people didn't do anything," James consoled his friend.
Both Lyria and Remus had silver and pointy matches, but the rest of the class faced unchanged bits of wood.
Professor McGonagall assigned loads of homework and dismissed the class.
"Oh, that was awful," Peter sighed.
"It wasn't too bad, we can learn it," Lily said. "Not everything will be easy."
James was only half-listening as he tried to memorize his way around. Then he caught sight of another group of kids. "Slytherin Alert, 12 o'clock," he hissed. "And Snape's with them..."
Sirius' face lit up. "I've got an idea..."
"Not another one! Sirius, I'd like to be at this school for more than a week!" Remus hissed.
"Relax," James assured Remus with a similiar grin. "Sirius can talk his way out of anything!"
As they passed by the Slytherins, Sirius dropped something in Snape's bag. James flashed him a grin and they continued down the hall.
An absolutely awful stench drifted down the hall.
The boys ran off laughing.
Lyria sighed. "I reckon they'll get expelled by Christmas."
As usual, none of this is mine and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read my other works as well!! Short chapter, my apologies... but more is coming!
James knew then and there that that was the first and last time they'd ever ask Peeves for directions. He, Sirius, Remus, and Peter had been delayed by three locked doors, two trick staircases, and a hidden trapdoor, and were now running as fast as was humanly possible to Transfiguration.
"We'll... be... ready for... track!" Peter managed as he panted along just behind the others.
"This isn't a Muggle school, we don't have track!" Sirius called back to him, not sounding the least bit winded. He was leading the group as he was the only one who knew where they were going.
"We're going to be late... oh, we're going to be late..." Remus sighed.
"We *are* late!" James replied. "Someday we have to make a map of this place!!"
The four burst through the door of the room and took their seats. Fortunately, Professor McGonagall entered the room just behind them.
"Transfiguration is some of the most difficult and complex magic you will learn at Hogwarts," she told them by way of greeting. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back."
James had a sudden image of Professor McGonagall eating first years for breakfast, but he quickly got it out of his head. Then she turned her desk into a pig and back.
"Whoa!" Sirius gasped. "Awesome!"
"Thank you, Mr.Black," McGonagall said, actually looking bemused. She passed out matched and (after detailed and complex instructions) they began the process of turning them to needles.
By the end of the class, most everyone had given up.
McGonagall, walking up and down, stropped at James and
struck his needle against the matchbook. "Well done," she told him, wearing a slight smile.
Then she struck Sirius' needle against the book. His
needle caught fire.
Sirius looked rather crestfallen, but McGonagall blew out the needle and handed it back to him. "Also very well done."
"Don't worry about it Sirius- most people didn't do anything," James consoled his friend.
Both Lyria and Remus had silver and pointy matches, but the rest of the class faced unchanged bits of wood.
Professor McGonagall assigned loads of homework and dismissed the class.
"Oh, that was awful," Peter sighed.
"It wasn't too bad, we can learn it," Lily said. "Not everything will be easy."
James was only half-listening as he tried to memorize his way around. Then he caught sight of another group of kids. "Slytherin Alert, 12 o'clock," he hissed. "And Snape's with them..."
Sirius' face lit up. "I've got an idea..."
"Not another one! Sirius, I'd like to be at this school for more than a week!" Remus hissed.
"Relax," James assured Remus with a similiar grin. "Sirius can talk his way out of anything!"
As they passed by the Slytherins, Sirius dropped something in Snape's bag. James flashed him a grin and they continued down the hall.
An absolutely awful stench drifted down the hall.
The boys ran off laughing.
Lyria sighed. "I reckon they'll get expelled by Christmas."