Thanks to my reviewers. I am so happy that I have 13 reviews. Yay! (Has a
little private party in front of the computer while eating cheese puffs and
wearing a silly hat)
I love you all! *************** Snape cool girl- Thanks, you made valid points. Serverus will feature more, later, I promise.
SuGaSuGa- Continuing! (Insert evil laugh.)
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Karen- All I can say is thanks. (Sniffles like she has just won an Oscar.)
CassieOwls- I'm glad you looooooovvvvvvvveeeeee it. Here is some more.
Quezacotl- Great, here is another chapter now. You seemed to want it.
- Well blame the spelling on Microsoft Word spellchecker. And I refuse to use American spellings, I'm British, damn you, British! Well, Welsh, (but very few people can read that and *God* knows how I'd manage I'd with that!) If you could point out the wrong spellings, it would be great. I'm dyspraxic (that isn't Dyslexia by the way). I couldn't see any, but I can't anyway because of my dyspraxia. Don't kill me!!!!!! And with regard to it not having enough action. Dramatic tension! Stories would be really of boring if they were one big event after another. You need build up! Sorry if that is too much of a rant, but I felt rather hyperactive when I typed it.
Disclaimer- You know it, she owns it (JK Rowling that is.)
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I'm sorry this took so long to update. I had the flu. I hate the flu! And not just a runny nose slight cough kind of flu. The real; fevered, nauseous, hacking your guts up, unable to move for a week and a half, kind of flu. And so I unreservedly apologise for my self and my wretched immune system. And then FF.net goes down when I do finally finish it. Not that I blame them it's a good plan. Well that's another rant.
So here it is! (Puts down the cheese puffs and starts to type.)
**************** Remus stuck his head round the door it seemed to be the right place. He saw a hunched figure at the desk like a great carrion crow. This must be Professor Jenkins and now Remus knew that he didn't know he was a werewolf.
Things were looking up. His encounter with Dumbledor had been puzzling but left him feeling slightly happier for some reason Remus couldn't pin down.
He coughed trying to get the teacher's attention. The man's head came up with a snap. "Who're you?" he spoke quickly and suspiciously.
"Um." Remus hesitated not sure what to say, so he stuck with something safe. "I'm Remus Lupin sir. Sorry if I'm too early sir."
The man's eyes narrowed then he sat up flexing his long fingers. "Oh a first year," he said almost dismissively, "come sit down." His long fingers spread in a gesture of beckoning.
"Thank you sir." Remus was forced by politeness to sit in the front row. He didn't know how Professor Jenkins would react if he sat at the back. This was not a teacher he wanted to get on the wrong side of.
He seemed to be marking papers so Remus wasn't ready for the question, "So do you think you're ready to learn Defence Against the Dark Arts, Lupin." His piercing black eyes were fixed on Remus.
"Err. Yes sir." Remus stuttered slightly taken aback.
"Do you Lupin?" the eyes seemed to be boring into Remus's head. "And what makes you think that?" Remus starting to panic, his damaged palm was aching. Professor Jenkins continued, "What do you know about the dark magic rebellions, huh, and defending yourself against werewolves and such?" his face was contorted with intensity.
"Aren't you meant to teach us those things sir." Remus felt his stomach drop and regretted that extra sausage. "There wouldn't be much point in you being here." Oh damn, Remus realised, I should not have said that, no I should not have said that, damn, damn, damn. Everything seemed very cold all of a sudden.
Professor Jenkins sat back in his chair in silence. It hung around the room heavily.
Remus had to break the hush, it was too oppressive. "The Dark Magic rebellions took place in the 16th Century England during the reign of Henry 7th. They were a little known group of wizards, led by Ridgemarsh Demises, who opposed the establishment of the early Council of Magi, a forerunner of the Ministry of Magic. They made few gains and were quickly suppressed." Remus blurted out. He'd read a journal on the rebellion a few years ago.
Professor Jenkins was startled. Remus blushed and wished he'd not said anything. He wouldn't open his big mouth again. Maybe the Professor guessed he was evil because he knew so much about the subject. That was worse than just being sent home quietly, everyone would know. This Professor Jenkins seemed eccentric and not wholly stable. Remus didn't want to unhinge a man who was capable of killing him.
Before Professor Jenkins could say anything the first of the rest of the class trooped in. Sirius slumped down next to Remus with a groan.
"You didn't miss much mate."
"What a total yawn." agreed James from the other side of Sirius.
Peter seemed to look worried then after thought said, "The teacher was really boring."
Professor Jenkins glowered at them and Remus tried to avoid his gaze while Sirius and James stared back. "Sit down and be quiet." He walked out from behind his desk. "I am Professor Jenkins." He said in a no-nonsense voice. "First I will set down some rules for my class. You will not talk when I am speaking. If you wish to answer a question you will raise your hand. You will take notes in silence. If you fail to abide by these rule you will be punished."
The class sat in silence. There wasn't really anything to say, well without being tortured. Remus was now totally convinced this man was a psycho. From the other's expressions, they thought so too.
They opened their books at the first page, but were forced to write a paragraph on class etiquette before they learned anything about the *forces of evil*. When they did finally get round to it, the *forces of evil* seemed to consist of whoever invented note taking. They learned almost nothing of note except blowing blobs of ink across a page is fun, but not that fun.
Remus was thankful that the subject of dark creatures didn't come up. Right now, he reckoned no one would discover him because they would never learn enough about werewolves in class. You'd find out more in a muggle film.
Though slightly stunned and very bored, Remus emerged from Defence with a smile. James and Sirius were falling over with boredom. They messed around in the corridor till a stern look from Professor Jenkins sent all four scurrying away, pealing with laughter.
"What a weirdo!" James exclaimed when they were out of hearing range.
Sirius looked like he was choking and his face was going red. "I thought I was going to die when we wrote that "etiquette paragraph."" He impersonated Professor Jenkins, complete with glower.
"Maybe he's a vampire or something?" Peter chipped in.
Remus had to laugh, "What would you do if he was? It's not like we'll ever learn what to do." He stretched his face in a scowl. The group took the stairs up to the common room. They flung their books onto their beds. The room already looked like a bomb had exploded in it.
"So what do you think we should do now?" Peter asked from his prone position on his bed.
Remus let out a relieved sigh. He'd made it this far with almost no problems.
"We could go to lunch." Sirius suggested. James sat up, his face shining.
"Excellent idea."
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Well that's it. If you hate it, blame me, flame me. I'll cope. I didn't like this chapter much. Things will happen in the next one I promise. Remus's first transformation at Hogwarts. The marauder's first prank. And you may, if you're lucky find out what happened to Romulus. Ooooo the tension.
Well, I hope you have a good day. And don't get the flu!
I love you all! *************** Snape cool girl- Thanks, you made valid points. Serverus will feature more, later, I promise.
SuGaSuGa- Continuing! (Insert evil laugh.)
Lines Of Chalk- I appreciate that. You are right about the reviews. Everyone else REVIEW.
Karen- All I can say is thanks. (Sniffles like she has just won an Oscar.)
CassieOwls- I'm glad you looooooovvvvvvvveeeeee it. Here is some more.
Quezacotl- Great, here is another chapter now. You seemed to want it.
- Well blame the spelling on Microsoft Word spellchecker. And I refuse to use American spellings, I'm British, damn you, British! Well, Welsh, (but very few people can read that and *God* knows how I'd manage I'd with that!) If you could point out the wrong spellings, it would be great. I'm dyspraxic (that isn't Dyslexia by the way). I couldn't see any, but I can't anyway because of my dyspraxia. Don't kill me!!!!!! And with regard to it not having enough action. Dramatic tension! Stories would be really of boring if they were one big event after another. You need build up! Sorry if that is too much of a rant, but I felt rather hyperactive when I typed it.
Disclaimer- You know it, she owns it (JK Rowling that is.)
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I'm sorry this took so long to update. I had the flu. I hate the flu! And not just a runny nose slight cough kind of flu. The real; fevered, nauseous, hacking your guts up, unable to move for a week and a half, kind of flu. And so I unreservedly apologise for my self and my wretched immune system. And then FF.net goes down when I do finally finish it. Not that I blame them it's a good plan. Well that's another rant.
So here it is! (Puts down the cheese puffs and starts to type.)
**************** Remus stuck his head round the door it seemed to be the right place. He saw a hunched figure at the desk like a great carrion crow. This must be Professor Jenkins and now Remus knew that he didn't know he was a werewolf.
Things were looking up. His encounter with Dumbledor had been puzzling but left him feeling slightly happier for some reason Remus couldn't pin down.
He coughed trying to get the teacher's attention. The man's head came up with a snap. "Who're you?" he spoke quickly and suspiciously.
"Um." Remus hesitated not sure what to say, so he stuck with something safe. "I'm Remus Lupin sir. Sorry if I'm too early sir."
The man's eyes narrowed then he sat up flexing his long fingers. "Oh a first year," he said almost dismissively, "come sit down." His long fingers spread in a gesture of beckoning.
"Thank you sir." Remus was forced by politeness to sit in the front row. He didn't know how Professor Jenkins would react if he sat at the back. This was not a teacher he wanted to get on the wrong side of.
He seemed to be marking papers so Remus wasn't ready for the question, "So do you think you're ready to learn Defence Against the Dark Arts, Lupin." His piercing black eyes were fixed on Remus.
"Err. Yes sir." Remus stuttered slightly taken aback.
"Do you Lupin?" the eyes seemed to be boring into Remus's head. "And what makes you think that?" Remus starting to panic, his damaged palm was aching. Professor Jenkins continued, "What do you know about the dark magic rebellions, huh, and defending yourself against werewolves and such?" his face was contorted with intensity.
"Aren't you meant to teach us those things sir." Remus felt his stomach drop and regretted that extra sausage. "There wouldn't be much point in you being here." Oh damn, Remus realised, I should not have said that, no I should not have said that, damn, damn, damn. Everything seemed very cold all of a sudden.
Professor Jenkins sat back in his chair in silence. It hung around the room heavily.
Remus had to break the hush, it was too oppressive. "The Dark Magic rebellions took place in the 16th Century England during the reign of Henry 7th. They were a little known group of wizards, led by Ridgemarsh Demises, who opposed the establishment of the early Council of Magi, a forerunner of the Ministry of Magic. They made few gains and were quickly suppressed." Remus blurted out. He'd read a journal on the rebellion a few years ago.
Professor Jenkins was startled. Remus blushed and wished he'd not said anything. He wouldn't open his big mouth again. Maybe the Professor guessed he was evil because he knew so much about the subject. That was worse than just being sent home quietly, everyone would know. This Professor Jenkins seemed eccentric and not wholly stable. Remus didn't want to unhinge a man who was capable of killing him.
Before Professor Jenkins could say anything the first of the rest of the class trooped in. Sirius slumped down next to Remus with a groan.
"You didn't miss much mate."
"What a total yawn." agreed James from the other side of Sirius.
Peter seemed to look worried then after thought said, "The teacher was really boring."
Professor Jenkins glowered at them and Remus tried to avoid his gaze while Sirius and James stared back. "Sit down and be quiet." He walked out from behind his desk. "I am Professor Jenkins." He said in a no-nonsense voice. "First I will set down some rules for my class. You will not talk when I am speaking. If you wish to answer a question you will raise your hand. You will take notes in silence. If you fail to abide by these rule you will be punished."
The class sat in silence. There wasn't really anything to say, well without being tortured. Remus was now totally convinced this man was a psycho. From the other's expressions, they thought so too.
They opened their books at the first page, but were forced to write a paragraph on class etiquette before they learned anything about the *forces of evil*. When they did finally get round to it, the *forces of evil* seemed to consist of whoever invented note taking. They learned almost nothing of note except blowing blobs of ink across a page is fun, but not that fun.
Remus was thankful that the subject of dark creatures didn't come up. Right now, he reckoned no one would discover him because they would never learn enough about werewolves in class. You'd find out more in a muggle film.
Though slightly stunned and very bored, Remus emerged from Defence with a smile. James and Sirius were falling over with boredom. They messed around in the corridor till a stern look from Professor Jenkins sent all four scurrying away, pealing with laughter.
"What a weirdo!" James exclaimed when they were out of hearing range.
Sirius looked like he was choking and his face was going red. "I thought I was going to die when we wrote that "etiquette paragraph."" He impersonated Professor Jenkins, complete with glower.
"Maybe he's a vampire or something?" Peter chipped in.
Remus had to laugh, "What would you do if he was? It's not like we'll ever learn what to do." He stretched his face in a scowl. The group took the stairs up to the common room. They flung their books onto their beds. The room already looked like a bomb had exploded in it.
"So what do you think we should do now?" Peter asked from his prone position on his bed.
Remus let out a relieved sigh. He'd made it this far with almost no problems.
"We could go to lunch." Sirius suggested. James sat up, his face shining.
"Excellent idea."
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Well that's it. If you hate it, blame me, flame me. I'll cope. I didn't like this chapter much. Things will happen in the next one I promise. Remus's first transformation at Hogwarts. The marauder's first prank. And you may, if you're lucky find out what happened to Romulus. Ooooo the tension.
Well, I hope you have a good day. And don't get the flu!