Yep! Another chapter. Hope you enjoy it!!! If you like the story then review or the evil stag head whose name is yet to be revealed will follow you...
September 3rd 1993
I've been banned from all coffee privileges from this day forward. By the time I was calmed down enough to teach I only had one class left for the day. It was the fifth year gryffindors. That is how I met the Weasley twins.
They're out to get me too.
I heard before my classes today that Hagrid's hippogriff had gotten out of control and attacked a third year slytherin. Sounds fishy.
Remus Lupin sat in front of the staff room fire on an overstuffed armchair, much like the ones in the gryffindor common room. After what seemed like hours of an extremely busy morning, it was five in the afternoon and a time of peace. Beside Lupin and sitting on the floor was Flitwick who was working on a puzzle. McGonagall, who was sitting on another overstuffed chair, was reading a large, dull looking book. Favian Vector, who had the smallest classes, but seemed to do more then any of the other teachers, was sprawled out on the couch and snoring. Lastly, Snape sat at the back of the room and stared evilly at everyone.
I need something to do...
Deciding to take a walk, the new defense against the dark arts teacher left the teachers lounge and headed towards the great hall. Things seemed peaceful and quiet. Much too peaceful and quiet for a Friday afternoon. The weather outside was still rainy and damp, which meant that students should be running around the school, crackling and screaming like Peeves. Something was wrong.
The school is quiet. It seems deserted. Something is very wrong. It's like that horror movie, The Prisoner of Hogwarts. Just thinking of that movie gives me the shivers. The villain turned out to be the evil talking stag head on the wall if I can remember right...
Suddenly Remus's heart turned to ice. He froze and his eyes grew wide.
Evil...talking...stag...head.
"Hello."
Slowly Remus turned around to see a stag head on the wall looking down at him. He let out a yell and tried to run, but his feet staid, as if glued to the ground.
"Do you know how incredibly rude it is to yell in somebody's face? Though I really can't count as somebody, since I don't even have a body... You must be the new defense against the dark arts teacher! Pleased to meet you. If you were heading to the great hall, you took a wrong turn. Nobody come down this hall anymore."
"Who-who are you?" Remus asked, still frightened.
"A. Stag. Head. Duh. You saw me in the Headmasters office yesterday. I've been here since the founders. I used to settle their fights, but when they died people just started ignoring me so I pretended to be inanimate and picked up some very interesting dirt on students." Remus nodded. Perhaps the head was not evil after all...
"Can you move around the castle?" Remus asked conversationally.
"Yes. I know all the students' current problems and secrets! I even know the headmasters secret crush! Of course, my favorite students to follow were you marauders. I could always count on you four to know all the stuff about everyone that I didn't know," the stag head grinned evilly at the fond memories.
"You knew all of our secrets?" Remus began to grow worried. If the deer knew that his friends were animagi and that Remus knew exactly how Sirius could be entering the school, then he could get into a lot of trouble.
"Oooh yeah! Did you know that Peter enjoyed picking his nose when nobody was looking? Or that Sirius had teddy bear? Or that James had a crush on Lily since his first year?..." Remus let out a sigh of relief, all the dumb deer knew about was the pointless stuff students knew or did.
"...Oh and I also knew all that about the animagi and werewolf thing."
To be contenued...
September 3rd 1993
I've been banned from all coffee privileges from this day forward. By the time I was calmed down enough to teach I only had one class left for the day. It was the fifth year gryffindors. That is how I met the Weasley twins.
They're out to get me too.
I heard before my classes today that Hagrid's hippogriff had gotten out of control and attacked a third year slytherin. Sounds fishy.
Remus Lupin sat in front of the staff room fire on an overstuffed armchair, much like the ones in the gryffindor common room. After what seemed like hours of an extremely busy morning, it was five in the afternoon and a time of peace. Beside Lupin and sitting on the floor was Flitwick who was working on a puzzle. McGonagall, who was sitting on another overstuffed chair, was reading a large, dull looking book. Favian Vector, who had the smallest classes, but seemed to do more then any of the other teachers, was sprawled out on the couch and snoring. Lastly, Snape sat at the back of the room and stared evilly at everyone.
I need something to do...
Deciding to take a walk, the new defense against the dark arts teacher left the teachers lounge and headed towards the great hall. Things seemed peaceful and quiet. Much too peaceful and quiet for a Friday afternoon. The weather outside was still rainy and damp, which meant that students should be running around the school, crackling and screaming like Peeves. Something was wrong.
The school is quiet. It seems deserted. Something is very wrong. It's like that horror movie, The Prisoner of Hogwarts. Just thinking of that movie gives me the shivers. The villain turned out to be the evil talking stag head on the wall if I can remember right...
Suddenly Remus's heart turned to ice. He froze and his eyes grew wide.
Evil...talking...stag...head.
"Hello."
Slowly Remus turned around to see a stag head on the wall looking down at him. He let out a yell and tried to run, but his feet staid, as if glued to the ground.
"Do you know how incredibly rude it is to yell in somebody's face? Though I really can't count as somebody, since I don't even have a body... You must be the new defense against the dark arts teacher! Pleased to meet you. If you were heading to the great hall, you took a wrong turn. Nobody come down this hall anymore."
"Who-who are you?" Remus asked, still frightened.
"A. Stag. Head. Duh. You saw me in the Headmasters office yesterday. I've been here since the founders. I used to settle their fights, but when they died people just started ignoring me so I pretended to be inanimate and picked up some very interesting dirt on students." Remus nodded. Perhaps the head was not evil after all...
"Can you move around the castle?" Remus asked conversationally.
"Yes. I know all the students' current problems and secrets! I even know the headmasters secret crush! Of course, my favorite students to follow were you marauders. I could always count on you four to know all the stuff about everyone that I didn't know," the stag head grinned evilly at the fond memories.
"You knew all of our secrets?" Remus began to grow worried. If the deer knew that his friends were animagi and that Remus knew exactly how Sirius could be entering the school, then he could get into a lot of trouble.
"Oooh yeah! Did you know that Peter enjoyed picking his nose when nobody was looking? Or that Sirius had teddy bear? Or that James had a crush on Lily since his first year?..." Remus let out a sigh of relief, all the dumb deer knew about was the pointless stuff students knew or did.
"...Oh and I also knew all that about the animagi and werewolf thing."
To be contenued...