DISCLAIMER: Sorry about the wait! The last days of school were pretty busy and nerve-wracking, but now school is over for me until the fall so I should be able to update my fan fics pretty quickly. And, alas, we don't own the characters from Harry Potter. We're just borrowing them. They belong to Rowling. Okay? Got that? Good! Now, here's more!
Chapter Three
First class they had the next day was History of Magic. Holly thought this was class was completely pointless. It's history, who cares about history? It's about a bunch of old people who are dead now and no one cares about. Plus, it's the most boring-est class ever thanks to the fact that the teacher to teaches it is, in fact, dead.
Holly never really was into ghosts and dead people. They're dead, they should stay that way.
Anyways, that morning Holly woke up late, and Ivy was forced to wake her up, though Ivy's version of waking someone up is poking them. Since Holly is such a sound sleeper this didn't work and it took Lily, who came in thirty minutes later, to wake Holly up by a light shake.
After History of Magic, which was so boring and pointless Holly never remembered anything she learned from the class (though miraculously passed with a C+ thanks to her luck and Ivy's "notes"), they had Transfiguration, which was actually Holly's favorite class. She wasn't one to brag, but she did excel in all her classes (minus History of Magic, Astronomy, and Herbolgy, which she also found pointless), but Transfiguration was indeed her best class. Last year Professor McGonagall said that she was the best in the class, after James Potter. Not that she cared. That James was better.
Okay, she did a little. What's wrong with a bit of healthy jealousy?
Ivy and Holly took the seats in the back, and Lily entered the classroom a minute later and sat next to Ivy. When the bell rang, and McGonagall got them started on today's lesson (transfigure a bird into a candle and back again), the door suddenly opened, and two people rushed in, looking as though they were out of breath.
"Mr. Black and Mr. Potter, what are you doing five minutes late into my class?" said Professor McGonagall shortly.
"Um... we were late."
"I see that, Mr. Black. Well, twenty points from Gryffindor and detention," she said.
"Twenty points!"
"Don't push it, Mr. Potter. I expected more from a Head Boy." And as Professor McGonagall went on to lecture the class about how in seventh year she would no longer have the patience for tardiness, blah blah blah, Sirius and James sat down, of all places, next to Holly. She ignored the two and McGonagall's discussion all together for a few minutes, staring out the window.
As the class began attemption to do their work, Holly turned to James and said, "Nice."
"Nice to what?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"First day of term, and you've already landed yourself in detention. Nice way to start off, Head Boy," she said a bit sarcastically.
James turned the slightest shade of pink, but said, "Yes, I think it is a fine way to start off the term myself."
"That's easy to see!" said Holly, grinning. Then she turned to Ivy for no apparent reason and stifled a laugh; it looked as though Ivy had been looking back and forth from James to Holly as if she were watching a tennis match.
"Earth to Ivy!" said Holly, waving a hand.
"Oh, hi..." said Ivy. Then, looking from Holly to James and then back again, she said, in a day dreamy sort of voice, "Why am I doing this?"
"You have a strange friend," James observed.
"I see that," said Holly, glancing at Ivy, who was smiling for some reason. Then she added, "You have a strange friend too. One who has apparently gone mute."
"Mute?" James repeated. Then he turned to Sirius, who had been staring into space again. "Um, Sirius? Sirius!"
"Ah!" Sirius cried, jumping up. "Oh, hi James."
"What is up with you today?" asked James.
Sirius shrugged. "I just have a lot on my mind."
"I see," said Holly. "Would you like to tell me more? Perhaps you would like to describe why exactly you have this 'a lot on my mind'? Maybe it's something triggered by stress. We can give you some medication for that that might help."
There was a moments silence, and then Sirius said, "What planet did you come from?"
"Um..." said Holly, looking dramatically thoughtful. "Oh, poop, it hurts to much to think right now, can I get back to you on that?"
Sirius let out a bark of a laugh, which caused Professor McGonagall to give him, Holly, James, and Ivy detention and another ten points from Gryffindor.
Holly sighed; detention is so boring! There is absolutely no point to the dreary ritual. It was completely... well... pointless.
But then she started getting worried. Ivy never got detention. How would she take it? After she started imagining Ivy having to do lines, and just sit there and ask the teacher, "Why am I here?" Holly no longer felt worried about Ivy.
Well, she was still a bit worried. We're talking about Ivy here! But what's wrong with a little bit of healthy worriment?
