After Breakfast, Ron and Harry gathered their books and stomped off to
Divination. Climbing the ladder, they could feel the heat radiating from
the room, and the sickly sweet scent of the incense Prof. Trelawney
insisted on burning. Ron gave a loud, hacking cough before settling back
into a pink frilly armchair. When the class was fully assembled, Trelawney
started speaking in her usual whispy voice.
"Good morning class. I'm so glad you could all join us, especially considering the situation most of you are in..." she let the sentence trail off, greatly frustrating a number of people. She smiled mistily.
"This term, we will be starting on one of the hardest concepts of Divination. The art of Tarot," Trelawney announced to the class, handing out packs of the mystical cards.
"Now these cards I give to each of you will remain yours and only yours. No one else is allowed to read YOUR Tarot cards. That is the first major rule," she kept babbling about Tarot cards and how to read them, but Harry felt his head go light, and then nothing. Both he and Ron had fallen into a deep, heat induced slumber.
Sirius was teaching a Care of Magical Creatures class at the same time over the other side of the castle. The 3rd year Ravenclaws and Gryffindors he had were very wary of him.
"I don't bite you know!" he joked, the class didn't look convinced.
"Please, don't think I've ever killed anyone," he asked the class, some faces softened, and he could see he'd have to tell a lot of the story to get people to trust him.
"OK, you lot want the story, I'll tell you the story. A long time ago..." Sirius launched into the story, explaining only the necessary bits for the story to make sense. At the end, he looked around anxiously at the crowd of faces, searching for reactions. The students still seemed to be taking everything in. Finally, a little blonde-haired Gryffindor girl spoke up.
"I believe you Professor Black!" she announced, and gradually the rest of her peers piped up in agreeance. Sirius smiled a grateful smile at the little girl.
"What's your name?" he asked her.
"Celeste Goodman,"
"Well, I can tell you are obviously a smart girl Celeste. Do you think you could tell me what a Snuffler is? " Celeste gave a tentative description, so Sirius called on another boy to help fill in the details. At the end of the lesson, the class seemed to trust Sirius, and more than a few were already fiercely loyal toward him.
Anya and Remus co-taught their first classes, so both could answer questions and give explanations. As their first students were 1st years, there were millions of inquiries to be answered, and many people to be reassured that Remus was not bad.
"Mr Lupin is one of the gentlest people I have ever met. He takes a potion every month so he doesn't even turn into a werewolf. He just feels a little sick, so the week before a full moon, and the week after, I will take the class so Professor Lupin can get better," Anya explained patiently for what seemed like the hundredth time.
"So Professor Lupin won't hurt us?" a little boy with brown hair asked.
"No, of course not," Remus answered, smiling at the boy. This class also took a while to process everything, but by the end of the lesson, they seemed comfortable enough in Remus's presence. They weren't as loyal to him yet, but it is a lot to ask someone to trust a werewolf, enough a gentle one.
During Lunch, Remus, Anya and Sirius all shared stories up at the teacher table, and Hermione filled the boys in about her Arithmancy class.
"So what did you do in Divination?" she asked, taking a spoonful of minestrone soup.
"Arr..we.." Ron started, but couldn't really remember.
"Tarot," Harry supplied in bored voice.
"I don't understand why you take this subject if it bores you so much!" Hermione was extremely puzzled.
"It's easy to make up answers," Ron said simply, slurping up the remains of his soup.
Straight up after Lunch was History of Magic, with Professor Binns. Hermione, Harry and Ron sat through a long, boring lecture on how the wizard Griswold was conquered. Anyone else could have made that topic possibly interesting, but Binns had a way of making everything sound as interesting as watching paint dry. Yawning and doodling on parchment were the only two things that took place in that classroom. After History, they continued onto Potions.
"Well, bad things DO come in threes!" Hermione said, trying to adopt a positive tone, but her voice was straining. The lesson was almost a torture session. Snape was furious that Sirius was on the teaching staff, and he was taking all his anger out on Harry, who he apparently thought was at fault for this addition. Try as he might, Harry was doing everything wrong according to Snape. When they finally escaped the dungeon/classroom, Harry took a deep sigh of relief. The three walked up to the Common Room is almost silence. Once there, Harry collapsed onto a nearby couch. He stayed silent for a long time, but spoke just before getting up to dinner.
"Help me," he muttered into a pillow. Hermione and Ron exchanged worried glances.
"Well, Sirius and Remus are here this year. Maybe they can do something," Ron said. Harry sat up like a bolt.
"That's right, they might," he said cryptically, and he was in a better mood from then on.
"Good morning class. I'm so glad you could all join us, especially considering the situation most of you are in..." she let the sentence trail off, greatly frustrating a number of people. She smiled mistily.
"This term, we will be starting on one of the hardest concepts of Divination. The art of Tarot," Trelawney announced to the class, handing out packs of the mystical cards.
"Now these cards I give to each of you will remain yours and only yours. No one else is allowed to read YOUR Tarot cards. That is the first major rule," she kept babbling about Tarot cards and how to read them, but Harry felt his head go light, and then nothing. Both he and Ron had fallen into a deep, heat induced slumber.
Sirius was teaching a Care of Magical Creatures class at the same time over the other side of the castle. The 3rd year Ravenclaws and Gryffindors he had were very wary of him.
"I don't bite you know!" he joked, the class didn't look convinced.
"Please, don't think I've ever killed anyone," he asked the class, some faces softened, and he could see he'd have to tell a lot of the story to get people to trust him.
"OK, you lot want the story, I'll tell you the story. A long time ago..." Sirius launched into the story, explaining only the necessary bits for the story to make sense. At the end, he looked around anxiously at the crowd of faces, searching for reactions. The students still seemed to be taking everything in. Finally, a little blonde-haired Gryffindor girl spoke up.
"I believe you Professor Black!" she announced, and gradually the rest of her peers piped up in agreeance. Sirius smiled a grateful smile at the little girl.
"What's your name?" he asked her.
"Celeste Goodman,"
"Well, I can tell you are obviously a smart girl Celeste. Do you think you could tell me what a Snuffler is? " Celeste gave a tentative description, so Sirius called on another boy to help fill in the details. At the end of the lesson, the class seemed to trust Sirius, and more than a few were already fiercely loyal toward him.
Anya and Remus co-taught their first classes, so both could answer questions and give explanations. As their first students were 1st years, there were millions of inquiries to be answered, and many people to be reassured that Remus was not bad.
"Mr Lupin is one of the gentlest people I have ever met. He takes a potion every month so he doesn't even turn into a werewolf. He just feels a little sick, so the week before a full moon, and the week after, I will take the class so Professor Lupin can get better," Anya explained patiently for what seemed like the hundredth time.
"So Professor Lupin won't hurt us?" a little boy with brown hair asked.
"No, of course not," Remus answered, smiling at the boy. This class also took a while to process everything, but by the end of the lesson, they seemed comfortable enough in Remus's presence. They weren't as loyal to him yet, but it is a lot to ask someone to trust a werewolf, enough a gentle one.
During Lunch, Remus, Anya and Sirius all shared stories up at the teacher table, and Hermione filled the boys in about her Arithmancy class.
"So what did you do in Divination?" she asked, taking a spoonful of minestrone soup.
"Arr..we.." Ron started, but couldn't really remember.
"Tarot," Harry supplied in bored voice.
"I don't understand why you take this subject if it bores you so much!" Hermione was extremely puzzled.
"It's easy to make up answers," Ron said simply, slurping up the remains of his soup.
Straight up after Lunch was History of Magic, with Professor Binns. Hermione, Harry and Ron sat through a long, boring lecture on how the wizard Griswold was conquered. Anyone else could have made that topic possibly interesting, but Binns had a way of making everything sound as interesting as watching paint dry. Yawning and doodling on parchment were the only two things that took place in that classroom. After History, they continued onto Potions.
"Well, bad things DO come in threes!" Hermione said, trying to adopt a positive tone, but her voice was straining. The lesson was almost a torture session. Snape was furious that Sirius was on the teaching staff, and he was taking all his anger out on Harry, who he apparently thought was at fault for this addition. Try as he might, Harry was doing everything wrong according to Snape. When they finally escaped the dungeon/classroom, Harry took a deep sigh of relief. The three walked up to the Common Room is almost silence. Once there, Harry collapsed onto a nearby couch. He stayed silent for a long time, but spoke just before getting up to dinner.
"Help me," he muttered into a pillow. Hermione and Ron exchanged worried glances.
"Well, Sirius and Remus are here this year. Maybe they can do something," Ron said. Harry sat up like a bolt.
"That's right, they might," he said cryptically, and he was in a better mood from then on.