James, Snape and Peter cleaned themselves up while Bills glared on with an evil eye. They were just about to start class when a tall boy with dark hair and a happy smile walked in.
"That's Jimmy." Lily informed them. "He's a second year Slytherin."
"Hey Bills, Prof, whatever." Jimmy said cheerfully to the annoyed teacher. "I left my stuff in here ... last year."
"I have asked you repeatedly to collect your items before leaving my class." Bills growled. This obviously happened a lot.
"Right, well, your class is last, see, an I just run out." Jimmy grabbed a book and a cauldron from the floor and looked around. "Hello first years!"
"Right." A kid named Avery said, looking Jimmy over. "Carter, is it?"
"Huh?" Jimmy cocked his head to one side.
"You know, Jimmy Carter!" A boy called Rosier said. He was also a Slytherin who had been try to telepathically lift his books in the air all class.
"A president." Lily clarified.
"Oh, one of those American thingies." Jimmy said. "No, that's not my last name."
"What is it?" James asked, trying to delay class. Bills was looking murderous. Jimmy was looking kind of confused.
"I don't want to tell you." He said, frowning at James.
"Why, do you now have one?" Remus asked.
"Like a vampire? Are you a vampire?" Sirius asked, looking kind of hopeful. He was bored already and looking for some action.
"No, of course not!" Jimmy said. "Anyway, I have class."
"It's day, shouldn't you be getting back to your coffin?" Avery sneered.
"I'm not a vampire! Why does everyone always say that?" Jimmy seemed quite surprised.
"Everyone?" Rosier looked up from his books. "You must be then."
"Hey, Rosier, you're not psychic!" Snape told him. "Stop trying to lift things. Yesterday he went around with his fingers pointing at his head making 'weeoo' noises. It's getting annoying."
"Well if you all would stop distracting me, you'd see that I am psychic." Rosier pouted.
Jimmy shook his head and left with his things. Bills looked at everyone and sniffed the air in a disdainful way.
"Hey," James noted, "Bills is sniffing the air in a disdainful way!"
"I can hear you speak!" Bills shouted again.
"We know you can hear us speak." Remus informed him. "What a freak."
"I can hear you speak!" Bills yelled again. Remus rolled his eyes and went back to the book he had decided to read. The class wasn't going anywhere.
"Anyway," Peter tried nervously, "We are going to learn about poisons?"
"Do not attempt to teach my class, student." Bills snapped ay Peter. Peter looked confused. "Yes, we will be learning about poisons. First, you should all look up five poisons and write where they came from and what they do. Pass them in by the end of class."
The class settled down to do this for about five minutes. At that point Snape raised his hand and said he was done.
"Already?" Remus asked, surprised. "Teacher's pet."
"TEACHER'S PET!" Sirius yelled, crossing his arms and sticking his feet in the air.
Snape stared at him. "What are you doing now?" He groaned.
"Oh," Sirius smiled even wider, "This is my 'teachers pet' thing. I do it when people are one. Pretty cool, huh?"
Bills was getting fed up, but luckily class was over for the day. Everyone passed their papers forward.
"Mr. Black?" Bills questioned. "You have not written anything. This paper has a drawing of a . . ."
"Motorcycle gang!" Sirius helped brightly. "I like motorcycles. Some day I'm going to have one."
"That's Jimmy." Lily informed them. "He's a second year Slytherin."
"Hey Bills, Prof, whatever." Jimmy said cheerfully to the annoyed teacher. "I left my stuff in here ... last year."
"I have asked you repeatedly to collect your items before leaving my class." Bills growled. This obviously happened a lot.
"Right, well, your class is last, see, an I just run out." Jimmy grabbed a book and a cauldron from the floor and looked around. "Hello first years!"
"Right." A kid named Avery said, looking Jimmy over. "Carter, is it?"
"Huh?" Jimmy cocked his head to one side.
"You know, Jimmy Carter!" A boy called Rosier said. He was also a Slytherin who had been try to telepathically lift his books in the air all class.
"A president." Lily clarified.
"Oh, one of those American thingies." Jimmy said. "No, that's not my last name."
"What is it?" James asked, trying to delay class. Bills was looking murderous. Jimmy was looking kind of confused.
"I don't want to tell you." He said, frowning at James.
"Why, do you now have one?" Remus asked.
"Like a vampire? Are you a vampire?" Sirius asked, looking kind of hopeful. He was bored already and looking for some action.
"No, of course not!" Jimmy said. "Anyway, I have class."
"It's day, shouldn't you be getting back to your coffin?" Avery sneered.
"I'm not a vampire! Why does everyone always say that?" Jimmy seemed quite surprised.
"Everyone?" Rosier looked up from his books. "You must be then."
"Hey, Rosier, you're not psychic!" Snape told him. "Stop trying to lift things. Yesterday he went around with his fingers pointing at his head making 'weeoo' noises. It's getting annoying."
"Well if you all would stop distracting me, you'd see that I am psychic." Rosier pouted.
Jimmy shook his head and left with his things. Bills looked at everyone and sniffed the air in a disdainful way.
"Hey," James noted, "Bills is sniffing the air in a disdainful way!"
"I can hear you speak!" Bills shouted again.
"We know you can hear us speak." Remus informed him. "What a freak."
"I can hear you speak!" Bills yelled again. Remus rolled his eyes and went back to the book he had decided to read. The class wasn't going anywhere.
"Anyway," Peter tried nervously, "We are going to learn about poisons?"
"Do not attempt to teach my class, student." Bills snapped ay Peter. Peter looked confused. "Yes, we will be learning about poisons. First, you should all look up five poisons and write where they came from and what they do. Pass them in by the end of class."
The class settled down to do this for about five minutes. At that point Snape raised his hand and said he was done.
"Already?" Remus asked, surprised. "Teacher's pet."
"TEACHER'S PET!" Sirius yelled, crossing his arms and sticking his feet in the air.
Snape stared at him. "What are you doing now?" He groaned.
"Oh," Sirius smiled even wider, "This is my 'teachers pet' thing. I do it when people are one. Pretty cool, huh?"
Bills was getting fed up, but luckily class was over for the day. Everyone passed their papers forward.
"Mr. Black?" Bills questioned. "You have not written anything. This paper has a drawing of a . . ."
"Motorcycle gang!" Sirius helped brightly. "I like motorcycles. Some day I'm going to have one."