A/N: Reviews are like peeing your pants. Everyone can see them, but only you can feel their warmth.
The next say dawned overcast, but rainless. Like every meal, all the students and professors met in the great hall for the meal. Great confusion followed when the owl post arrived and dropped the mail in the laps of the right students. Most of the muggle girls screamed, and a few almost dove under the table. The Slytherins laughed their heads off at that.
After they were finished with their meal, Dumbledore reminded them all about the rules, and told them a little bit about their combined classes. Apparently, the muggles were going to sit in with a few of the regular classes, such as potions, and defense against the magic arts, just to get some knowledge about the subjects.
Harry grimaced. Knowing the Slytherins, they were going to have a heyday messing with the muggles, which would no doubt get blamed on him in potions, along with everything else that Snape decided to blame on him. Double potions with the Slytherins was one of his least favorite classes. He figured he could now move it to the very top of the list.
After the heads of the houses passed out the schedules to the students, and maps to the muggles, Dumbledore dismissed everyone to find their classes.
Professor Blashak stopped Logan as he walked by her, and informed him that his Hawaiian shirt and shorts was not appropriate attire, he needed his school robes on, and he grinning, agreed to put them on, and gave her a high five as he walked towards his house's dormitory to change.
Harry quickly skimmed his class schedule, and groaned. Potions with Slytherin and the muggles was first on the list for Mondays. He could feel a headache getting ready it slam itself into his skull. Walking with Hermione and Ron, who were having a heated discussion on homework schedules, they made their way down the dungeon where they had their potions class.
The room, which had 10 more seats in it than usual, was quickly crowding to capacity as nervous muggles made their way in, sitting in clumps around the room, thinking there was safety in numbers.
There was a buzz around the room of frenzied excitement, with everyone talking and gossiping. The boy that Harry had seen earlier in the Hawaiian shirt came into the room wearing his black school robes- with his Hawaiian shirt on over his black robes. He wandered around the room, introducing himself to almost everyone. When he came closer to where most of the Gryffindors were sitting, he grinned and called out a greeting across the room.
"Dude, it's you!" Logan said, grinning at Neville Longbottom. "It's my pen pal, Neville!" He said, throwing an arm across Neville's shoulder.
"Logan?" Neville asked happily. "You look just like your picture."
"I can say the same thing to you, dude. So have you had this prof. before?"
"Yes." Neville said with fear. "This class is the worst. The professor makes me nervous. He's evil to us."
"Oh, he can't be all that bad!" Logan said cheerfully.
"Oh, everyone's afraid of him, except he favors the slytherins… Oh, here he comes now, find a seat!" Neville said at the sound of approaching footsteps.
Shrugging, Logan sauntered slowly over towards an empty seat, but didn't quite make it there before the door opened, and Snape walked in. Any happy chatter that was going on between the Kookumboos now ceased as his presence made an appearance.
If you were to look around the room, there was no movement, and no one dared to say a word. Until Logan piped up.
"Hey, Snap, my man! How's it goin? Haven't seen you in a looooong time!" Logan exclaimed when he saw Snape.
Snape's unusually sour face got a sudden look of fear. "Oh good heavens, not you!"
"How's yer mom? She get over that pneumonia ok?"
"She's fine. Take your seat."
After class was over, Harry left the classroom with Ron and Hermione, who were still dumbstruck over the fear they had seen in Snape.
"Did you see how he stayed away from our section of the room the whole class period?" Ron excitedly asked them. "If we sit near Logan all year, he'll never dock us points!"
"Fat chance of that happening." Hermione hissed, glancing over her shoulder to where a familiar pale faced professor was stalking down the hallway.
"Potter, your shoe's untied, five points from Gryffindor!" he barked as he passed.
Harry grimaced, and bit his tongue to keep him from snapping back at Snape.
As Snape disappeared from their sight, Ron groaned.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked him.
"See the little muggle up there?" Ron said, pointing to a little redheaded boy probably eleven or so.
"Yeah, what about him?" Hermione asked, craning her neck to see over the sudden surge of people getting out of class.
"You know how I told you guys that my mum had a cousin that was an accountant, that no one talked about?"
Thinking back, Harry thought the idea sounded familiar, but not that important. "Yeah, I guess…"
"That's his son."
"Oh, so that's your cousin?" Hermione enthused. "That's great, having family around. What's his name?"
"I don't know."
"What do you mean, you don't know?" Harry asked.
"I mean, twins run in my family, especially on my mum's side. That is either Jesse, or James… not even their mother can tell them apart, and she's tried for years to figure out something different between them."
"Crazy." Hermione nodded as she started walking down the hallway again.
"Those two are bloody monsters. " Ron said just loud enough for Harry and Hermione to hear, as they were getting closer to where the redhead was standing, trying to look inconspicuous.
"Heya Ron." He grinned at Ron before calling down the next hallway, "Bubba, Lookie, its Ron."
Bubba was just their term of endearment for each other. It was supposed to be "Brother" but when they were little, they both had the same trouble with saying the word brother.
As soon as the first one finished saying that, his twin popped around the corner, and stood right next to his brother.
"Hiya Ron." The second one said in the exact same tone as the first.
"Hey Jesse James." Ron said with a smile, addressing the both of them.
"Which is which?" Hermione said, staring at the identical curve of their faces, and even matching freckles, as impossible as that is. With their school robes on, the two of them were interchangeable.
With a grin, they both pointed at each other and one said "Jesse" while the other said "James".
"What are you guys up to?" Ron asked, sensing their impish excitement that they always had right before something was supposed to happen.
"Nothing!" they said, their voices coming out at the exact same time.
"I don't believe you!" Ron threatened as they heard a giant crash coming from down the hall. "What did you do this time?" Ron asked them, looking towards the direction the sound came from.
Stalking down the hall was Filch, the caretaker, smothered in gravy, leftover from breakfast.
"Who did this?" Filch barked at the stunned hallway of about ten students.
"He did it!" Said Jesse and James, randomly pointing to the only figure that happened to be walking past.
The accused was a little muggle boy with thick black hair in need of a haircut, a very thin frame, and huge brown eyes. He had to have been eleven to be going to school there, but he appeared to be about seven or eight.
"Hold on, you!" Filch insisted, and the thin boy, who was still off in his own little world, ignored the man.
Filch grabbed him by the arm to stop him from walking away, and asked him, "What's your name, boy?"
"Corwin." He stated cheerfully, and went to keep walking.
"Are you sure it was him?" Filch asked Jesse and James, who nodded, both of them grinning like the Cheshire cat.
"Look at him." One of the twins stated.
"He has gravy on him." Finished the other, pointing to Corwin's sleeve where Filch had grabbed him.
"There, proof." Filch said, glowering at Corwin, "come with me, that deserves detention."
Shrugging his indifference, Corwin followed, humming a mindless tune. "Do you know why pelicans breathe with their mouths open?" Corwin asked filch, with one finger pointing up for emphasis. Without waiting for an answer, Corwin finished, "Because they have no nostrils!"
Merely grunting in reply, Filch tried to ignore him as they walked down the hallway.
"Why'd you blame it on him?" Hermione asked the twins.
"Simple,"
"we hate detention,"
"and our buddy Corwin, "
"Doesn't really even notice it."
"He's in his own little world wherever he goes."
They both finished with their Cheshire cat like grins, and turned, running down the hallway.
Shoutouts:
Delphie: Dahling, I was unaware that I had a casting call to this one, lol. I think I'm all set for characters though… I'm trying to remember if you did give me one or not, lol… As for Ava and Olivia, think of them as the Ashleys in Recess. They are not the most pleasant kind of people to have around you, but they do have some use… comedy relief.
Pyro: Here's the one you were waiting for: the intro of Corwin! Lol, he's great fun in a story!
Freak and Proud: Dude, banned? That sucks. Hopefully you can get it all straightened out. If not, go buy yourself some twinkies, chocolate milk, and a hammock, so you can go sulk.
KodachiSoul: I'm glad you like it. I am quite fond of this story too. :-D It's very exciting to me.