Stop Petting Me!
Chapter 3 – Other people's hair and lighting it on fire
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Disclaimer: Well duh, I don't own anything. Else I wouldn't be writing this on FANfiction.net except for the uncle, Hernando is mine!
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Chapter Summary: Hmm, well, Sirius gets to school and is angered by other's hair. And he finds out about Remus' well, you know, craziness once a month.
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So I finally found an empty train compartment, and was trying to fix my hair in the window, but to no avail. Uncle Hernando came with us to King's Cross Station, and absolutely had to say goodbye to me (yeah...that was it). Not too soon after, a boy with exceedingly messy hair came and sat down.
"Looks like you've got my hair problem too eh?" he asked "I can' t fix this though, it just grows like this". The boy was rumpling his hair even more.
"Nah, its usually not the opposite of your. It was my crazy uncle's fault, long story, don't ask" I added at the look on his face. So he already thought I was a nutter. Great.
After a while, two more boys came in. One had sandy hair, he looked like he belonged on a beach for some strange reason. The other was a blonde too, but his hair was not quite as "summery" if you know what that means. As I'm telling you this, I realize how much my family has warped me...I mean honestly, I was criticizing other guys' hair by age eleven.
About an hour into the train ride, we were all laughing and joking when yet another first year boy came in. I hated this one straight off the mark – his hair was so greasy it was practically making a puddle on the floor. And it was so tangled and unkempt it looked like he was the knot-tying demonstration at a Boy Scout meeting. I mean really, had he never heard of shampoo? Or at least a comb? Personal Hygiene 101 should have been one of his courses. That, and he was a git...so we kicked him out of our compartment.
The year passed with no major hair-related incidents, except people pulling my hair in the halls and Peter lighting James's hair on fire during breakfast, and once during Charms while we were supposed to be unlocking boxes. We never figured that one out either.
Then, halfway through our second year we discovered something interesting. Remus-of-the-beachy-hair was a werewolf and had been trying to hide it from us. Being the genius twelve-year old I was, my first thoughts were:
"Great! He gets all furry once a month, maybe the psycho seventh-years will want to pet him instead!" And then I realized that convincing people to go pet a werewolf instead of me wasn't' exactly the greatest idea – actually it was a terrible, terrible idea that Remus has never let me live down. It definitely burst my bubble when I thought about it. So we all decided to become Animagi to help him out. I was hoping to become something scaly. If only I had started Divination I might have known what I was getting myself into at the time...
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A/N: Just one more chapter and this pointless but entertaining(to me at least) dealy-ma- bobber is done. Eh, this chapter is kinda short I know, but the next one is longer, and involves sterios-taking little old ladies, or lady. Read and review please!