A/N: It's so very short...I'm so sorry about this. I just need to get this chapter over and out before I go insane over it. I tell you, my muse is no help at all! *glares at Muse, who glares back* Oh....Now I've made him angry *pouts*.
Anyway, Reviewers deserve thanks, so...
Padfoot4ever: You like my style? Cool! Thanks a lot! (Padfoot For Ever!!...Please???... ohhh please!!...)
Jekyll: Humor! Very little of it in my writings, but I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Rena Lupin: Thanks :) Oh...and uh, your in...which house? :)
Kitsune Rose: I'm glad you like him :) Sorry for being late...and thanks for your review!
Lynx: Alas...this chapter is shorter...sorry. You really how he refers to people? Yay! I thought it would get annoying, actually, but it'll stop after awhile - I promise he won't do it the whole time. As for what's going on in his mind...not a whole lot consciously, which is why we don't see into his feelings. It's all subconscious. Or at least that's what I'm telling myself...I think it is.
Uozumi: Yes, it's Narcissa. I used to like her, but not after the fifth book *growls*...okay, I'll stop now. I look forward to reading your work soon! Thanks for the comments!
jus' a finnish freek: Yay! You like it! I'm sorry for the misspellings, I don't have Word right now, and I just can't spell...I'm sorry! I intend to edit everything later. Okay, Remus in Slytherin...I guess I just don't have the problem with it that everyone else has. I can see him being ambitious - not exactly how one would imagine ambition, but I still see it. I think he's just different. Umm...I'd like to respond, but I don't know what OFC means...Uh..If you tell me I'll try to improve...ack. Oh, you didn't like James and Sirius? Hmm...I don't know, maybe I'm not communicating well with you? I thought I did James fairly well - he's stuck up in the clouds, and there's a big statue of himself up there. As for Sirius being so helpful to Remus - my throught process was that he'd have had a lot of that helpfullness quality stored up from his younger brother, who doesn't really seem to have needed his help. Since he and Regulus didn't get along, I thought Sirius would send the brotherly attention to someone else, and I thought he'd see that Remus needed it. That's my thoughts anyway. Thanks for your suggestions, and I'll try to work on this a little harder to make up for it! *gives you an oreo and pats you on the head*
Disclaimer: I don't have a book series...what I do have is a headache...oww *cringes*
Silent Moon: Chapter Five - Sirius Black and the Attack of the Wildly Violent Tree (Or "Transfiguration", if you'd like)
Remus was waiting outside the Great Hall when the Black child had finished his breakfast. He stood against the wall, staring at his shoes. The Black child approached him, and held out Remus's class schedule, which Remus took and read. The Black child leaned against the wall next to Remus.
"Sorry." he said. "About forgetting your name, I mean. I read it off you schedule, so I'll remember it now. I'm not really very good with meeting new people. Er..."
The Black child turned his head, and looked around the Entrance Hall.
"I, Er...I brought you some toast. My father always tells me if I eat a good breakfast, it'd make the rest of the day good too. Or something like that. Er..." he was holding out the toast, but Remus didn't move to take it. He was still reading his schedule. Though the Black child noticed that his eyes were not moving.
The Black child stood in an uncomfortable silence (Remus, obviously, doesn't find silence uncomfortable), before trying again.
"Er, well, my name is Sirius Black. I don't know if you knew...Umm." he gave Remus a pained expression. "Look, you don't have to talk to me, but you could at least look at me, or something..."
Sirius Black looked away.
Soon, the Great Hall began to empty as students headed toward their first classes. Many first years looked lost, though the Prefects were trying to point everyone in the right direction. Prefect Meda looked around the Entrance Hall and, spotting Sirius Black and Remus, approached them.
"What's your first class?" she asked Sirius Black.
Sirius Black looked down at the sheaf of parchment he was holding and said "Transfiguration is first."
"Okay, that's with McGonagall. She's the Head of Gryffindor..." Prefect Meda began to lead the two first years toward the appropriate floor. "Try and make a good first impression with her, okay? She's not too biased against us straight off, but don't give her a reason to become angry with you."
Sirius Black nodded, and glanced at Remus. Remus was scuffling along beside him, gazing down at his shoes, his face hidden by his hair.
Sirius Black walked into the classroom in silence, standing straight, and his head up. It was his attempt to make a good impression that his family life had engraved into him. When he sat at the desk, he placed his bag under his chair, kept his feet flat on the floor, and his back straight. Remus, however, was another story. He was still staring at the floor as he walked in behind Sirius Black. He was silent as well, which was no suprise to anyone. He seemed to make no attempt what-so-ever to make any impression at all upon Professor McGonagall as he stared down at the empty desktop.
When the late bell rang, Professor McGonagall called the class to order. She gazed around at them all with a harsh look, then began to speak.
"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts. Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back." (If this looks familiar, it's exactly what she says in book 1. She strikes me as the sort of person who uses the same lessons every year - right down to the same little speeches. If you've never had a teacher like that - lucky you)
After demonstrating her skills in transfiguration by turning her desk into a pig, Professor McGonagall gave them very complicated notes, which all the Slytherins copied. Then, she gave each of them a match, and told them to attempt to change the match into a needle.
Sirius Black glanced at Remus, to make sure he was copying the notes. He was and, in fact, his hand writing was perhaps the most elegant Sirius Black had ever seen. Remus took his match as Professor McGonagall handed it to him, set it on his desk, and took out a battered wand, but made no attempt to transfigure the match, as everyone around him struggled. Professor McGonagall circled the room, correcting each student's wand waving, and sometimes demonstrating the transfiguration of match to needle again for those who were lost. When she reached Remus, she sighed.
"Mr. Lupin, simply staring at the match will not transfigure it. Now, pick up your wand." she stated loud enough for the whole class to hear. Some of the other first years sniggered. Remus picked up the old wand, which had once belonged to his father.
"Good, now that you've managed that, why don't you try the transfiguration?" When Remus didn't move, she continued in a more quiet, and more threatening tone. "Mr. Lupin, it is simple enough to try - all you have to do is concentrate and wave your wand. It's quite simple. In fact, why don't the rest of you give it a try as well?" she added, looking around at those who had stopped their work to watch her. The room was soon quiet once more as everyone returned to their work.
Remus continued staring at the match. Sirius was waving his own wand at the match, but concentrating on Remus.
"Mr. Lupin, you must at least make an attempt, or I shall be forced to report your poor behavior to the Headmaster."
Remus flinched at the thought of Albus Dumbledore's disappointment in him. He waved his wand, causing his match to roll of the desk.
"Keep trying, Lupin." said Professor McGonagall.
Though by the end of class Sirius Black and Lanai Nott had both managed to make minor changes to their matches, Professor McGonagall did not seem impressed. She assigned everyone else extra homework, on top of the required essay on simple transfiguration. She assigned more homework to Remus than anyone else, as he had only made on attempt on his match, and had not retrieved it from the floor afterward.
Sirius Black grumbled as he led Remus outside for their break before lunch. He seemed to think Professor McGonagall was wrong to have brought attention to Remus during class.
Sirius Black made to sit down under a tree, though the tree didn't seem to think much of the idea, and began to attack him. He jumped away from it just in time, pushing Remus backward, who was reading his notes and not paying attention. Remus stumbled backward, and knocked into someone else. After a few moments of chaos, four people were on the ground, looking around at the others, and at the now still tree.
The Loud One and his Follower had toppled over as well, after Remus had fallen against the latter. Sirius Black apologized repeatedly, and didn't stop until The Loud One covered Sirius Black's mouth with a hand.
"Who are you, anyway?" asked James Potter, though he waited for a response now that Quidditch was not being discussed.
"Oh..." said James Potter a moment later. "I know you after all, don't I? You're the Black's eldest son."
Sirius Black stood up, pulling Remus up as well, and eyed James Potter wearily.
"So what if I am?" said Sirius Black, a note of defiance in his voice. He was staring down at them over his upturned nose. Remus was still reading his notes.
James Potter gave a half-hearted shrug, stood, and helped his follower up as well. He gazed at Sirius Black for a moment, then walked away, his follower tailing after him.
A/N: Read, Review...you know the drill by now, right?
*runs to get some tylonel for her headache* ... *whimpers*
Anyway, Reviewers deserve thanks, so...
Padfoot4ever: You like my style? Cool! Thanks a lot! (Padfoot For Ever!!...Please???... ohhh please!!...)
Jekyll: Humor! Very little of it in my writings, but I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Rena Lupin: Thanks :) Oh...and uh, your in...which house? :)
Kitsune Rose: I'm glad you like him :) Sorry for being late...and thanks for your review!
Lynx: Alas...this chapter is shorter...sorry. You really how he refers to people? Yay! I thought it would get annoying, actually, but it'll stop after awhile - I promise he won't do it the whole time. As for what's going on in his mind...not a whole lot consciously, which is why we don't see into his feelings. It's all subconscious. Or at least that's what I'm telling myself...I think it is.
Uozumi: Yes, it's Narcissa. I used to like her, but not after the fifth book *growls*...okay, I'll stop now. I look forward to reading your work soon! Thanks for the comments!
jus' a finnish freek: Yay! You like it! I'm sorry for the misspellings, I don't have Word right now, and I just can't spell...I'm sorry! I intend to edit everything later. Okay, Remus in Slytherin...I guess I just don't have the problem with it that everyone else has. I can see him being ambitious - not exactly how one would imagine ambition, but I still see it. I think he's just different. Umm...I'd like to respond, but I don't know what OFC means...Uh..If you tell me I'll try to improve...ack. Oh, you didn't like James and Sirius? Hmm...I don't know, maybe I'm not communicating well with you? I thought I did James fairly well - he's stuck up in the clouds, and there's a big statue of himself up there. As for Sirius being so helpful to Remus - my throught process was that he'd have had a lot of that helpfullness quality stored up from his younger brother, who doesn't really seem to have needed his help. Since he and Regulus didn't get along, I thought Sirius would send the brotherly attention to someone else, and I thought he'd see that Remus needed it. That's my thoughts anyway. Thanks for your suggestions, and I'll try to work on this a little harder to make up for it! *gives you an oreo and pats you on the head*
Disclaimer: I don't have a book series...what I do have is a headache...oww *cringes*
Silent Moon: Chapter Five - Sirius Black and the Attack of the Wildly Violent Tree (Or "Transfiguration", if you'd like)
Remus was waiting outside the Great Hall when the Black child had finished his breakfast. He stood against the wall, staring at his shoes. The Black child approached him, and held out Remus's class schedule, which Remus took and read. The Black child leaned against the wall next to Remus.
"Sorry." he said. "About forgetting your name, I mean. I read it off you schedule, so I'll remember it now. I'm not really very good with meeting new people. Er..."
The Black child turned his head, and looked around the Entrance Hall.
"I, Er...I brought you some toast. My father always tells me if I eat a good breakfast, it'd make the rest of the day good too. Or something like that. Er..." he was holding out the toast, but Remus didn't move to take it. He was still reading his schedule. Though the Black child noticed that his eyes were not moving.
The Black child stood in an uncomfortable silence (Remus, obviously, doesn't find silence uncomfortable), before trying again.
"Er, well, my name is Sirius Black. I don't know if you knew...Umm." he gave Remus a pained expression. "Look, you don't have to talk to me, but you could at least look at me, or something..."
Sirius Black looked away.
Soon, the Great Hall began to empty as students headed toward their first classes. Many first years looked lost, though the Prefects were trying to point everyone in the right direction. Prefect Meda looked around the Entrance Hall and, spotting Sirius Black and Remus, approached them.
"What's your first class?" she asked Sirius Black.
Sirius Black looked down at the sheaf of parchment he was holding and said "Transfiguration is first."
"Okay, that's with McGonagall. She's the Head of Gryffindor..." Prefect Meda began to lead the two first years toward the appropriate floor. "Try and make a good first impression with her, okay? She's not too biased against us straight off, but don't give her a reason to become angry with you."
Sirius Black nodded, and glanced at Remus. Remus was scuffling along beside him, gazing down at his shoes, his face hidden by his hair.
Sirius Black walked into the classroom in silence, standing straight, and his head up. It was his attempt to make a good impression that his family life had engraved into him. When he sat at the desk, he placed his bag under his chair, kept his feet flat on the floor, and his back straight. Remus, however, was another story. He was still staring at the floor as he walked in behind Sirius Black. He was silent as well, which was no suprise to anyone. He seemed to make no attempt what-so-ever to make any impression at all upon Professor McGonagall as he stared down at the empty desktop.
When the late bell rang, Professor McGonagall called the class to order. She gazed around at them all with a harsh look, then began to speak.
"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts. Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back." (If this looks familiar, it's exactly what she says in book 1. She strikes me as the sort of person who uses the same lessons every year - right down to the same little speeches. If you've never had a teacher like that - lucky you)
After demonstrating her skills in transfiguration by turning her desk into a pig, Professor McGonagall gave them very complicated notes, which all the Slytherins copied. Then, she gave each of them a match, and told them to attempt to change the match into a needle.
Sirius Black glanced at Remus, to make sure he was copying the notes. He was and, in fact, his hand writing was perhaps the most elegant Sirius Black had ever seen. Remus took his match as Professor McGonagall handed it to him, set it on his desk, and took out a battered wand, but made no attempt to transfigure the match, as everyone around him struggled. Professor McGonagall circled the room, correcting each student's wand waving, and sometimes demonstrating the transfiguration of match to needle again for those who were lost. When she reached Remus, she sighed.
"Mr. Lupin, simply staring at the match will not transfigure it. Now, pick up your wand." she stated loud enough for the whole class to hear. Some of the other first years sniggered. Remus picked up the old wand, which had once belonged to his father.
"Good, now that you've managed that, why don't you try the transfiguration?" When Remus didn't move, she continued in a more quiet, and more threatening tone. "Mr. Lupin, it is simple enough to try - all you have to do is concentrate and wave your wand. It's quite simple. In fact, why don't the rest of you give it a try as well?" she added, looking around at those who had stopped their work to watch her. The room was soon quiet once more as everyone returned to their work.
Remus continued staring at the match. Sirius was waving his own wand at the match, but concentrating on Remus.
"Mr. Lupin, you must at least make an attempt, or I shall be forced to report your poor behavior to the Headmaster."
Remus flinched at the thought of Albus Dumbledore's disappointment in him. He waved his wand, causing his match to roll of the desk.
"Keep trying, Lupin." said Professor McGonagall.
Though by the end of class Sirius Black and Lanai Nott had both managed to make minor changes to their matches, Professor McGonagall did not seem impressed. She assigned everyone else extra homework, on top of the required essay on simple transfiguration. She assigned more homework to Remus than anyone else, as he had only made on attempt on his match, and had not retrieved it from the floor afterward.
Sirius Black grumbled as he led Remus outside for their break before lunch. He seemed to think Professor McGonagall was wrong to have brought attention to Remus during class.
Sirius Black made to sit down under a tree, though the tree didn't seem to think much of the idea, and began to attack him. He jumped away from it just in time, pushing Remus backward, who was reading his notes and not paying attention. Remus stumbled backward, and knocked into someone else. After a few moments of chaos, four people were on the ground, looking around at the others, and at the now still tree.
The Loud One and his Follower had toppled over as well, after Remus had fallen against the latter. Sirius Black apologized repeatedly, and didn't stop until The Loud One covered Sirius Black's mouth with a hand.
"Who are you, anyway?" asked James Potter, though he waited for a response now that Quidditch was not being discussed.
"Oh..." said James Potter a moment later. "I know you after all, don't I? You're the Black's eldest son."
Sirius Black stood up, pulling Remus up as well, and eyed James Potter wearily.
"So what if I am?" said Sirius Black, a note of defiance in his voice. He was staring down at them over his upturned nose. Remus was still reading his notes.
James Potter gave a half-hearted shrug, stood, and helped his follower up as well. He gazed at Sirius Black for a moment, then walked away, his follower tailing after him.
A/N: Read, Review...you know the drill by now, right?
*runs to get some tylonel for her headache* ... *whimpers*