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Anything in the parenthesis (. . .) is the future Remus's thoughts. Just thought I'd let you all know!
CHAPTER 4
It is also needless to say that we were late for the first class because Sirius wanted to take a "shortcut" to Transfiguration. Great bloody shortcut that made us ten minutes late in the first place! Professor McGonagall, the stern witch who had taken us to the Great Hall was staring at us. She was obviously not pleased, as you could tell by the way her mouth had become a straight line.
"Well? I certainly hope that Messrs. Potter, Black, Lupin, and Pettigrew can explain themselves." She was looking directly at us and I could feel the warm blush creeping up our cheeks. Peter was quivering, so I readily made an excuse.
"We got lost!" I blurted out.
She looked at me and I tried to not quaver in her gaze. I apparently passed as she looked to our seats than back at us. We immediately got the picture and raced to the seat that wasn't in the center where she could easily see us. Unfortunately, Sirius had that seat.
"Welcome class, to First Year Transfiguration. We will be doing many fascinating things that only muggles dream about and witches and wizards do every day." She paused and with a flick of her wand, she turned the closest desk into a pig and back again. We all squealed (well, the girls and Peter squealed. The rest of us awed) with delight. We stared at the desk.
"We will not be transfiguring furniture, to probably many of your dismays, until your sixth year. This year, we will be doing basic transfigurations, such as matches," she flicked her wand and a box of matches flew out of her desk. "Into needles."
She handed the box to Lily and asked her to pass them out. Lily nodded with a smile and stood up. I gave her a smile and a nod as did the rest of us. She handed a match to each person, but didn't get to her seat in time to not hear Snape mutter "Mudblood" just audible for her (and me) to hear. I turned to him and snarled. He reacted with a glare.
McGonagall flicked at the board and she told us to copy the concepts on the board on to some parchments. For the next ten minutes, there was the sound of scrambling for quills and parchment and the scribbling of words. I quickly wrote mine down.
"Or you all finished? Good." She pointed to the remaining matchbox in her box and pointed at it while saying, "DIFFEENSO!" She picked up the match and showed us what remained. A silvery, pointy metal with an eye at the end; plainly a needle. "Remember to enunciate properly. DIFFENDO will cut the match in half and that is Charms, Second Year magic. You are in First Year Transfiguration." She turned to us. "Now, let us see you perform the spell. Remember, DIFFENSO."
Surprisingly, James was the first to succeed after a try of three times. Perfect, pointy, and clearly a needle. Lily followed after and Sirius got it third.
"Excellent work!" she said, apparently having James and Sirius redeem them. "Ten points to Gryffindor for the lot of you!"
I managed it on the sixth try and Peter needed tons of help, but after James helped him on what felt the 20th time, he managed turn it silvery, and somewhat pointy. The needle had no eye and it was a bit dull, but it was a needle nonetheless.
"Excellent. Homework, please read pages 1-5 in the textbook, and make sure to review the content. Class dismissed." There was once more a scramble, but this time to the door. I followed my friends out of the classroom. As soon as we were out of earshot, Sirius broke out in laughter.
I gave him a curious glance, but something told me not to ask. James did anyway. "What?"
"McGonagall. She believed we got lost! That was a beautiful lie Remus!"
I grew red. "Well, Sirius, if you don't remember, let me remind you. We were lost. In your shortcut. This resulted in us getting lost. And if your "shortcut" was truly "short" then we would have been there ten minutes earlier!"
He smiled sheepishly as my words grew steadily louder. Suddenly, James burst out laughing. I couldn't help it. I laughed too. Soon enough, we were all laughing as we headed to Herbology on the grounds. A plump witch with crazy, curly hair and dirt under her fingernails had a smile plastered on her face.
"Welcome chaps! My name's Professor Sprout!" Sprout had dark brown hair and her eyes were smiling at us, too. She ushered us into Greenhouse One with the Ravenclaws and closed the door. (This class was a bit of a bore, so I'll skip right to lunch.)
At lunchtime, we were huddled at a far corner, close to the doors so we could get to class faster (at my urging) and talking about our first prank.
"Well, according to this book," Peter said timidly, as he pointed to a library book we got out, "it says we can't mix all three potions together. And each will take a month to make." I cringed at the word of month because we couldn't get this out of the way quickly enough. Thankfully, no one noticed.
Next week was a full moon and I knew that it would be painful. (As an eleven year old, many things are painful). I hated full moons and I was already feeling fatigue with the week so close by.
I glanced outside and saw the clear blue sky. I knew the exact location of the tree to where I was to go to in location of the sun. I believe it was called a "Whomping Willow." I was going to hate this once a month like girls during PMS.
"Remus? Did you hear me?" James asked.
"Huh?" I said, as I turned back to James.
"Which potion should we do first? I mean, we can do a different one each month."
"How about the one where the person's hair turns to their favorite color. That way, it gives people more time to develop a crush." I smiled at him. The bags under my eyes were becoming more visible and I was tired.
"Good thinking, Remus." I tuned in again and listened to the amounts of ingredients we needed. Not many, ten twelve at the most. Then we had to add three drops for every gallon of pumpkin juice. If there was enough for 300 drops and there was about one gallon of juice for every five students, we needed about two batches. Not bad. Not bad at all. "So we need to make two batches. Who's best a potions?" I inquired.
"That's probably James and you," Sirius said. "I'm ok at it, but I hate potions. Besides, me and Peter have to find the kitchens any who," Sirius added.
I nodded in agreement. "So, let's start right after Potions class, that way we can steal a few of these from the student cupboard." I pointed to the book. Technically, it wasn't stealing since you were allowed anything from the cupboards. We weren't allowed from the older student cupboards, which means we had to sneak in that classroom after hours and then steal it from there. But I had a feeling James and Sirius wouldn't mind taking things without asking and never giving them back. And I had more problems to worry about.
I walked to the potions, in the dungeons. I saw Snape ahead of us, who sneered when he saw us.
"Ah, the infamous troublemakers. Pity it's only been a day since you started school but I expect that before the end of the year, you will be suspended sooner or later . . ."
Sirius grinned. "We'll get suspended as soon as you learn to wipe your nose!" The fellow Gryffindors laughed around us. Even a Slytherin or two were heard trying to mask their laughter.
"Settle down, please class." The professor had finally showed up. Her name was Professor Ornery. She was tall for a woman in her middle ages and flowing looking hair, which was kept in a simple ponytail. She had long nails painted dark red and protruding lips that had a distinct pink tinge to it. Her eyebrows were immensely thin and high on her forehead. And her voice . . . I shudder to think about it. It was high and squeaky. She glared at us for a second and I knew the name would stick to her personality like gum if we did anything stupid. That's why James "accidentally" blew up Snape's cauldron. We landed our first detention of the year. Next weekend, the first full moon of the school year. Just bloody fucking great.
~*~*~*~*~*~GASP! Moony, cursing? Lol, its that time of month for him, so don't blame poor, pretty Remus. I'll catch ya'll later! I'll update faster if I get at least five reviews. Five is all I ask for!!!
I also was wondering if there was any one interested in being my beta for this story. If you wanna, please e-mail me! My e-mail is on the profile page!
Anything in the parenthesis (. . .) is the future Remus's thoughts. Just thought I'd let you all know!
CHAPTER 4
It is also needless to say that we were late for the first class because Sirius wanted to take a "shortcut" to Transfiguration. Great bloody shortcut that made us ten minutes late in the first place! Professor McGonagall, the stern witch who had taken us to the Great Hall was staring at us. She was obviously not pleased, as you could tell by the way her mouth had become a straight line.
"Well? I certainly hope that Messrs. Potter, Black, Lupin, and Pettigrew can explain themselves." She was looking directly at us and I could feel the warm blush creeping up our cheeks. Peter was quivering, so I readily made an excuse.
"We got lost!" I blurted out.
She looked at me and I tried to not quaver in her gaze. I apparently passed as she looked to our seats than back at us. We immediately got the picture and raced to the seat that wasn't in the center where she could easily see us. Unfortunately, Sirius had that seat.
"Welcome class, to First Year Transfiguration. We will be doing many fascinating things that only muggles dream about and witches and wizards do every day." She paused and with a flick of her wand, she turned the closest desk into a pig and back again. We all squealed (well, the girls and Peter squealed. The rest of us awed) with delight. We stared at the desk.
"We will not be transfiguring furniture, to probably many of your dismays, until your sixth year. This year, we will be doing basic transfigurations, such as matches," she flicked her wand and a box of matches flew out of her desk. "Into needles."
She handed the box to Lily and asked her to pass them out. Lily nodded with a smile and stood up. I gave her a smile and a nod as did the rest of us. She handed a match to each person, but didn't get to her seat in time to not hear Snape mutter "Mudblood" just audible for her (and me) to hear. I turned to him and snarled. He reacted with a glare.
McGonagall flicked at the board and she told us to copy the concepts on the board on to some parchments. For the next ten minutes, there was the sound of scrambling for quills and parchment and the scribbling of words. I quickly wrote mine down.
"Or you all finished? Good." She pointed to the remaining matchbox in her box and pointed at it while saying, "DIFFEENSO!" She picked up the match and showed us what remained. A silvery, pointy metal with an eye at the end; plainly a needle. "Remember to enunciate properly. DIFFENDO will cut the match in half and that is Charms, Second Year magic. You are in First Year Transfiguration." She turned to us. "Now, let us see you perform the spell. Remember, DIFFENSO."
Surprisingly, James was the first to succeed after a try of three times. Perfect, pointy, and clearly a needle. Lily followed after and Sirius got it third.
"Excellent work!" she said, apparently having James and Sirius redeem them. "Ten points to Gryffindor for the lot of you!"
I managed it on the sixth try and Peter needed tons of help, but after James helped him on what felt the 20th time, he managed turn it silvery, and somewhat pointy. The needle had no eye and it was a bit dull, but it was a needle nonetheless.
"Excellent. Homework, please read pages 1-5 in the textbook, and make sure to review the content. Class dismissed." There was once more a scramble, but this time to the door. I followed my friends out of the classroom. As soon as we were out of earshot, Sirius broke out in laughter.
I gave him a curious glance, but something told me not to ask. James did anyway. "What?"
"McGonagall. She believed we got lost! That was a beautiful lie Remus!"
I grew red. "Well, Sirius, if you don't remember, let me remind you. We were lost. In your shortcut. This resulted in us getting lost. And if your "shortcut" was truly "short" then we would have been there ten minutes earlier!"
He smiled sheepishly as my words grew steadily louder. Suddenly, James burst out laughing. I couldn't help it. I laughed too. Soon enough, we were all laughing as we headed to Herbology on the grounds. A plump witch with crazy, curly hair and dirt under her fingernails had a smile plastered on her face.
"Welcome chaps! My name's Professor Sprout!" Sprout had dark brown hair and her eyes were smiling at us, too. She ushered us into Greenhouse One with the Ravenclaws and closed the door. (This class was a bit of a bore, so I'll skip right to lunch.)
At lunchtime, we were huddled at a far corner, close to the doors so we could get to class faster (at my urging) and talking about our first prank.
"Well, according to this book," Peter said timidly, as he pointed to a library book we got out, "it says we can't mix all three potions together. And each will take a month to make." I cringed at the word of month because we couldn't get this out of the way quickly enough. Thankfully, no one noticed.
Next week was a full moon and I knew that it would be painful. (As an eleven year old, many things are painful). I hated full moons and I was already feeling fatigue with the week so close by.
I glanced outside and saw the clear blue sky. I knew the exact location of the tree to where I was to go to in location of the sun. I believe it was called a "Whomping Willow." I was going to hate this once a month like girls during PMS.
"Remus? Did you hear me?" James asked.
"Huh?" I said, as I turned back to James.
"Which potion should we do first? I mean, we can do a different one each month."
"How about the one where the person's hair turns to their favorite color. That way, it gives people more time to develop a crush." I smiled at him. The bags under my eyes were becoming more visible and I was tired.
"Good thinking, Remus." I tuned in again and listened to the amounts of ingredients we needed. Not many, ten twelve at the most. Then we had to add three drops for every gallon of pumpkin juice. If there was enough for 300 drops and there was about one gallon of juice for every five students, we needed about two batches. Not bad. Not bad at all. "So we need to make two batches. Who's best a potions?" I inquired.
"That's probably James and you," Sirius said. "I'm ok at it, but I hate potions. Besides, me and Peter have to find the kitchens any who," Sirius added.
I nodded in agreement. "So, let's start right after Potions class, that way we can steal a few of these from the student cupboard." I pointed to the book. Technically, it wasn't stealing since you were allowed anything from the cupboards. We weren't allowed from the older student cupboards, which means we had to sneak in that classroom after hours and then steal it from there. But I had a feeling James and Sirius wouldn't mind taking things without asking and never giving them back. And I had more problems to worry about.
I walked to the potions, in the dungeons. I saw Snape ahead of us, who sneered when he saw us.
"Ah, the infamous troublemakers. Pity it's only been a day since you started school but I expect that before the end of the year, you will be suspended sooner or later . . ."
Sirius grinned. "We'll get suspended as soon as you learn to wipe your nose!" The fellow Gryffindors laughed around us. Even a Slytherin or two were heard trying to mask their laughter.
"Settle down, please class." The professor had finally showed up. Her name was Professor Ornery. She was tall for a woman in her middle ages and flowing looking hair, which was kept in a simple ponytail. She had long nails painted dark red and protruding lips that had a distinct pink tinge to it. Her eyebrows were immensely thin and high on her forehead. And her voice . . . I shudder to think about it. It was high and squeaky. She glared at us for a second and I knew the name would stick to her personality like gum if we did anything stupid. That's why James "accidentally" blew up Snape's cauldron. We landed our first detention of the year. Next weekend, the first full moon of the school year. Just bloody fucking great.
~*~*~*~*~*~GASP! Moony, cursing? Lol, its that time of month for him, so don't blame poor, pretty Remus. I'll catch ya'll later! I'll update faster if I get at least five reviews. Five is all I ask for!!!