A/N: the two of us are leaving for a mission trip in the afternoon on Saturday and won't be back 'til next Monday-in other words we're telling you we won't be posting another chapter 'til the next weekend.
Unless of course you want us to leave our story in the hands of one of our siblings or mothers ::snort:: never mind, that isn't even an option.
Disclaimer: We own none of the characters you recognize, others we do as well as the plot
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Before the Boy Who Lived
Chapter 4:
First Week of Classes: Ugh
All the Gryfinndor students made their way through the corridors and staircases and other obstacles it takes to get to the seventh floor.
Finally they ended up in front of a large portrait of the Fat Lady. A sixth year prefect pronounced the password so the Gryfinndors knew what it was.
"Emases Nepo"
The portrait swung open to reveal the Gryfinndor common room.
Lily was in awe of the beautiful room that would become her home for the next seven years. She climbed up the staircase marked "Girls" and stepped through the door that said "First Years"
There were only two four-poster beds in the room. Lily found her trunk had already been brought up and put at the foot of the bed on the right. The other girl that had been sorted into Gryfinndor earlier that evening was already up and laying on her bed reading a book. Lily walked up to the girl to introduce herself.
"Hello I'm Lily Evans, you're Genevieve right?"
"Right, but please, call me Genny."
"Alright, it's a pleasure to meet you Genny."
"You too." Genny had sat up on her bed by this time.
"Just a question, if your name is French why do you speak with an English accent?"
"Well I was born in France, my mother was British, and my father was French. My father passed away when I was two years old. My mother moved back to Britain to escape the memories France held. I moved early enough that my accent wasn't affected, plus I grew up with my mother who also had a British accent."
"Oh, I'm sorry, were they both magical?"
"No, my father was a muggle and my mother was a witch, she never told him though, it's one thing she'll always regret not letting him know. Enough about me what about you?"
"Well…er…I'm muggleborn so I knew nothing about the wizarding world until I received my letter on the 26th of July, which happened to be my birthday. It was a lovely birthday present to receive seeing as I had always dreamed about being able to do magic. I was on cloud nine for…well, I'm still on cloud nine. This whole experience is breathtaking!"
"Wonderful. Though, I do think that it is time for bed, because Professor Dumbledore said classes would begin tomorrow."
"I don't know if I can get to sleep, I'm so excited!"
"Same here! But, I know if I don't get to sleep I'll be impossible to drag out of bed."
"Goodnight Genny."
"Goodnight Lily."
Lily lay awake for at least another half-hour contemplating what had happened with-in the last twenty-four hours. She had two new friends-Genny and Remus-along with two new enemies-James and Sirius. Finally she drifted asleep still in thought on what was going to happen tomorrow in her new classes.
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James entered the common room and stood to admire the warmth and welcoming feeling of it.
-Oomph-
James fell to the floor with the plump kid from the Sorting Ceremony on top of him.
"Sorry, I'm so sorry!"
"S'all right mate…just get off me!"
"Oh, right, so sorry." He climbed off of James. James picked himself off of the floor, and joined Sirius as he climbed up the stairs into the first year boy's dormitories. Remus was sitting on one of the four, four-poster beds studying.
"My goodness!" James exclaimed as he strode over to Remus' bed and picked up the book. "You're studying already! School hasn't even begun yet!"
"I know I just want to be prepared."
"Whatever you say mate." James gave Remus back his book.
"Whose the fourth person staying in this dorm anyway?" asked Srius eying the four beds.
"Umm…I think his name was Pettigrew, Pippy Pettigrew or something," answered James. "He was right before me in the sorting."
"Peter was his name," interjected Remus.
"Right. I wasn't paying attention, I was anxious enough about my own sorting." Just then Peter came up to the dorm.
"Oh hullo, I'm Peter."
"See I told you," said Remus. Peter gave him a confused look. Sirius decided he would introduce everyone.
"Anyways I'm Sirius, and this here is James, and over there studying is Remus."
"Studying? But school hasn't started yet."
"Yea, we know, try telling that to him." James told Peter.
The four boys climbed into bed and soon the snores that could be heard from Sirius' bed told James two things; Sirius was asleep, and that he was a heavy sleeper. There'd be no way to wake him in the morning.
James was right, it was impossible to wake him. James tried shaking him, Remus tried shaking him; Peter tried jumping on him, but to no avail. James stripped his blankets off. Remus dumped water on top of him. Finally they both had to pick up the top of his mattress and tip it up. Sirius slid off the bed and onto the floor and continued sleeping.
Remus and James decided to go meet Peter for breakfast, (he had given up earlier then them). They still had at least forty-five minutes until classes started. One of the Gryfinndor prefects was passing out timetables.
"First year?"
"Yes."
The prefect shifted through his pile of papers and found the one for first years.
"Oh no." said Remus as soon as he got his timetable.
"What?" asked James.
"Very first thing is Potions with the Slytherins."
"Not quite how I would like to start off my day." added Peter
"I agree."
The three of them headed back to the common room to get their bags and see if Sirius had woken up yet. They arrived back in their dormitories to find Sirius struggling to put his robes on backwards.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU GUYS WAKE ME UP?!"
James and Remus exchanged knowing looks.
"We did, but you wouldn't budge," explained Remus.
"You didn't try hard enough then!"
"Whatever you say Sirius, we picked you up a time table and brought you some eggs. We have to go down to the dungeons for Potions with the Slytherins." said James
"Potions with the Slytherins? This early in the morning!?" questioned Sirius snatching his timetable from James and his eggs from Peter.
"Actually Sirius it's 8:30 we have to be in Potions at nine, so we need to leave now. Who knows how long it'll take us and we don't want to be late. I've already heard rumors on how he hates any student that's not in his own house."
"Which one's that?" asked Peter
"Slytherin." answered Remus.
"Figures" snorted Sirius "Let's get going so we don't give him more reason to hate us." And they walked out of the common room.
As they walked down the marble staircase, a blur of color flew at them knocking Remus and Peter flat on their backs.
"What the bloody hell was that!!?" exclaimed James
"Peeves the Poltergeist! Prankster Extraordinaire!" said the strange little man who was sitting cross-legged in mid-air. He took off his pointy hat and swept into a bow.
"Um, hi" said Sirius not quite knowing what to make of him
"Hi to you ickle firsties!" said Peeves "Where are you four off to this morning?"
"Potions" said Remus as he got up from the floor and offered Peter a hand.
"Ahhh, Potions with Professor Crickpot, he hates it when people are late does he not?"
"Erm…no"
"Well Peevsy will show you a short cut, that I will."
"Alright, we sure could use one." Peeves zoomed of leading them down a corridor that branched off in different directions. The four boys ran after him grateful for the short cut.
"You know," James was saying to his friends as they dashed after Peeves, "it's wonderful that we're getting a shortcut from Peeves. Usually he just gets people los…"realization dawned and James, and he stopped short, the rest of his friends-not realizing that he stopped-bumped into him. "I think he just got us lost."
"Shoot, I think your right."
"It's definitely a good thing we left a half-an-hour early."
"PEEVES, PEEVES GET BACK HERE!!!" shouted Sirius on anger. There was another bur of color.
"You called for me?" Peeves cackled.
"You seem to be quite the mischief maker, going and getting us innocent first years lost," said James.
"That I am, though I should venture to say, I would hardly call any of you first years innocent," said Peeves
"My friends and I" said James putting on a very business like air and indicating the three others "have decided to be the most remembered pranksters in all of Hogwarts' history. Would you like to assist us in our endeavor?"
"Most certainly NOT"
"But why?" whined James, who had obviously failed in taming the threat pranksters feared most.
"I must defend my title!!" he cackled with that he zoomed off.
It took the four boys another 15 minutes to get down to the dungeons.
"You're late," said a stern voice as they entered the dungeon classroom. "Ten points from Gryfinndor"
"But sir, Peeves…" began Sirius
"I don't remember asking for an excuse Mr. Black. 5 more points from Gryfinndor Take your seats boys." Said the professor
James, Sirius, and Peter sat at a table while Remus went and sat with Lily and Genny at another.
"I will start from the beginning" he said in a longsuffering voice "I am Professor Crick. Today we will be studying basic herbs and other ingredients used in the making of simple potions. Open your books to page five of chapter one."
They spent the entire class looking up various ingredients and memorizing their uses.
"Put away your books," said Crick when the bell rang for the end of class "I expect a five foot essay from each of you by Tuesday on the uses of aconite and it's effects."
"Excuse me Professor" Peter piped up "Tuesday is tomorrow!"
"I am very aware of that Mr. Pettigrew." Replied Crick and then turning to the whole class he added "I hope you are aware that a detention will be given to any who fail to turn in their essay on time."
"I can't believe this!" said an exasperated Sirius when they had left the class "It's bad enough that we lost 10 points for Gryfinndor, but now a five foot essay by tomorrow! This guy is off his rocker."
"There's going to be a lot of kids in detention come tomorrow"
"Most likely. We won't worry about it yet, right now we've got Transfiguration with…um." James checked his time table, "Professor McGonagall."
"Oh, remember we saw her at the feast-she doesn't look like a witch to cross." said Remus.
"Great! Two, strict, mean teachers in one morning," said Peter.
The boys headed off to the Transfiguration classroom on the first floor, they were very careful to avoid Peeves. They made it to the Transfiguration classroom with 3 ½ minutes to spare. It wasn't very far from the dungeons, unlike the 8-floor trek to Potions.
"My name is Professor McGonagall." The Professor stepped into the room looking very cross.
"Transfiguration is probably the most difficult branch of magic known to wizards, it involves changing one thing into something else." She picked up her wand and pointed it at Peter's wand and transfigured it into a cockatoo. Peter's cockatoo-wand-flew around the room for a second before Professor McGonagall changed it back and it fell with a clunk onto the floor.
All of the students now were naturally very eager to get started, that is, until they learned they would not be transforming objects into animals for a long time. They were set to the simple task of transforming matches into needles.
It took Sirius fifteen tries until he got it right. Remus took about eight different tries. Peter never got it as well as more than half the class of Huffelpuffs and Gryfinndors. James topped them all by getting it in on his first go.
The class finally ended and it was time for lunch, but no class could thoroughly be complete without a healthy dose of homework.
"Alright, I want any of you who did not change it to perfect your transfiguration skills and be able to transform a match into a perfect needle by next class. You are dismissed." Everyone left the class in hot pursuit of food.
The four boys left the classroom, Remus, Sirius, and James celebrating on no homework for them, Peter, needless to say was not very happy.
Lily and Genny were also leaving the Transfiguration classroom, though neither of them were celebrating, they had a five foot essay due tomorrow, and still had to manage to turn a match into a needle. The both of them headed to an empty classroom to practice for fifteen minutes before going for lunch.
"I can't believe this," said an exasperated Genny.
"I know, this is more difficult than I expected,"
"Not only that, but we have rather mean teachers,"
"Hopefully not all of them are as strict as those two-aha!" Lily had managed to transfigure her match into a pointy silver needle-it still lit if struck, but hey, it looked like a needle.
"Aw, Lily, that's no fai- nevermind." Genny had also managed it-and there was still plenty of time for lunch.
Apparently, this was the busy time. There was hardly a seat, except two over by James, Sirius, Remus, and some plump boy who seemed to just be tagging along. Genny and Lily walked over to where the boys were eating-if you could call it eating, perhaps engulfing was more the word Lily was thinking of. From the looks of the dishes in front of them it looked as if they were on their fifth, maybe eleventh helping. Nevertheless the two girls sat down near them and began to eat.
After lunch they were off to meet Professor Faust he was a rather tall man who had brown hair to his shoulders. 'Thankfully he kept it in a ponytail.' thought Lily, or else she probably would have ripped it out-she very much disliked long hair.
"Good afternoon class," the way he spoke strongly suggested that he would much rather be somewhere else, "I am Professor Faust."
"Good Afternoon Professor Faust," said the students in a robot-like manner.
"Yes, I understand that you are first years, I remember when I was in my first year, it was filled with excellent adventure…"he began with a far-off look before snapping back into reality. "But enough of the past, we must focus on the present," then he began to explain the objectives of the class, and what is expected etcetera, etcetera.
Though on Tuesday the entire first year-with the exception of the Slytherins-found themselves in the Owlry scrubbing it clean.
The rest of the week seemed to pass such as that, rather boring, homework, and new teachers.
Speaking of new teachers, contrary to the impression she gave at the Welcoming Feast, Professor Alberich was in fact not very calm or collected at all, she was actually rather jumpy and sporadic. The first years found this out on Thursday.
The group of Gryfinndors trouped into Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Professor Alberich was waiting for them behind her desk. She looked almost uncannily calm and collect, as always.
"Good afternoon class" she said when everyone was inside "As you all know I am Professor Alberich and in this class you will be learning the crucial art of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Today we will be copy important information from 'The Dark Forces a Guide to Self Protection'. As such you will not need your wands."
After that she began to show her true colors.
She couldn't answer many of the students' questions because when she began to talk about her subject she began to stutter, her eyes were always shifting around the room, and she jumped from her desk in fright when a boy's quill dropped.
Everyone left the class completely surprised at the new side of Professor Alberich that they had discovered but very happy that she didn't give them any homework--only because when the bell rang she jumped out of her seat and ran out the door mumbling something about being late. Finally after History of Magic with Professor Binns, a short man whose height only came up to just above the second years heads. The first week of classes was over.
"Finally!" exclaimed James as the burst out of Professor Binns classroom and out onto the school grounds.
"The weekend is ours to spend as we will!" Sirius said.
"What shall we do now that we have some free time on our hands?" inquired Remus
James and Sirius exchanged mischievous looks.
"Remember what I said to Peeves earlier this week about becoming the most remembered pranksters in the history of Hogwarts?"
"Yea," said Remus
"Well, what better time then the present?"
Remus groaned, he didn't want to be a part of it, he'd go find Lily and Genny and find out what they were doing for the weekend. After Remus had left James and Sirius started planning their mischievousness.
"First who should be the target?" They both examined the grounds in search of the lucky one. James was first to spot Snape.
"Remember that pale guy, with a hooked nose we met in Diagon Alley?"
"Yea," said Sirius, confused, then a look of understanding came over him, as he saw him studying across from the lake. "Target locked, but what shall we do to him?"
The two of them sat down to discuss the possibilities and came up with, pushing him into the lake (too wet) or setting an insane broomstick on him (too complicated-they didn't know enough yet) finally they came up with trapping him inside a suit of armor.
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'til next time…
Unless of course you want us to leave our story in the hands of one of our siblings or mothers ::snort:: never mind, that isn't even an option.
Disclaimer: We own none of the characters you recognize, others we do as well as the plot
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Before the Boy Who Lived
Chapter 4:
First Week of Classes: Ugh
All the Gryfinndor students made their way through the corridors and staircases and other obstacles it takes to get to the seventh floor.
Finally they ended up in front of a large portrait of the Fat Lady. A sixth year prefect pronounced the password so the Gryfinndors knew what it was.
"Emases Nepo"
The portrait swung open to reveal the Gryfinndor common room.
Lily was in awe of the beautiful room that would become her home for the next seven years. She climbed up the staircase marked "Girls" and stepped through the door that said "First Years"
There were only two four-poster beds in the room. Lily found her trunk had already been brought up and put at the foot of the bed on the right. The other girl that had been sorted into Gryfinndor earlier that evening was already up and laying on her bed reading a book. Lily walked up to the girl to introduce herself.
"Hello I'm Lily Evans, you're Genevieve right?"
"Right, but please, call me Genny."
"Alright, it's a pleasure to meet you Genny."
"You too." Genny had sat up on her bed by this time.
"Just a question, if your name is French why do you speak with an English accent?"
"Well I was born in France, my mother was British, and my father was French. My father passed away when I was two years old. My mother moved back to Britain to escape the memories France held. I moved early enough that my accent wasn't affected, plus I grew up with my mother who also had a British accent."
"Oh, I'm sorry, were they both magical?"
"No, my father was a muggle and my mother was a witch, she never told him though, it's one thing she'll always regret not letting him know. Enough about me what about you?"
"Well…er…I'm muggleborn so I knew nothing about the wizarding world until I received my letter on the 26th of July, which happened to be my birthday. It was a lovely birthday present to receive seeing as I had always dreamed about being able to do magic. I was on cloud nine for…well, I'm still on cloud nine. This whole experience is breathtaking!"
"Wonderful. Though, I do think that it is time for bed, because Professor Dumbledore said classes would begin tomorrow."
"I don't know if I can get to sleep, I'm so excited!"
"Same here! But, I know if I don't get to sleep I'll be impossible to drag out of bed."
"Goodnight Genny."
"Goodnight Lily."
Lily lay awake for at least another half-hour contemplating what had happened with-in the last twenty-four hours. She had two new friends-Genny and Remus-along with two new enemies-James and Sirius. Finally she drifted asleep still in thought on what was going to happen tomorrow in her new classes.
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James entered the common room and stood to admire the warmth and welcoming feeling of it.
-Oomph-
James fell to the floor with the plump kid from the Sorting Ceremony on top of him.
"Sorry, I'm so sorry!"
"S'all right mate…just get off me!"
"Oh, right, so sorry." He climbed off of James. James picked himself off of the floor, and joined Sirius as he climbed up the stairs into the first year boy's dormitories. Remus was sitting on one of the four, four-poster beds studying.
"My goodness!" James exclaimed as he strode over to Remus' bed and picked up the book. "You're studying already! School hasn't even begun yet!"
"I know I just want to be prepared."
"Whatever you say mate." James gave Remus back his book.
"Whose the fourth person staying in this dorm anyway?" asked Srius eying the four beds.
"Umm…I think his name was Pettigrew, Pippy Pettigrew or something," answered James. "He was right before me in the sorting."
"Peter was his name," interjected Remus.
"Right. I wasn't paying attention, I was anxious enough about my own sorting." Just then Peter came up to the dorm.
"Oh hullo, I'm Peter."
"See I told you," said Remus. Peter gave him a confused look. Sirius decided he would introduce everyone.
"Anyways I'm Sirius, and this here is James, and over there studying is Remus."
"Studying? But school hasn't started yet."
"Yea, we know, try telling that to him." James told Peter.
The four boys climbed into bed and soon the snores that could be heard from Sirius' bed told James two things; Sirius was asleep, and that he was a heavy sleeper. There'd be no way to wake him in the morning.
James was right, it was impossible to wake him. James tried shaking him, Remus tried shaking him; Peter tried jumping on him, but to no avail. James stripped his blankets off. Remus dumped water on top of him. Finally they both had to pick up the top of his mattress and tip it up. Sirius slid off the bed and onto the floor and continued sleeping.
Remus and James decided to go meet Peter for breakfast, (he had given up earlier then them). They still had at least forty-five minutes until classes started. One of the Gryfinndor prefects was passing out timetables.
"First year?"
"Yes."
The prefect shifted through his pile of papers and found the one for first years.
"Oh no." said Remus as soon as he got his timetable.
"What?" asked James.
"Very first thing is Potions with the Slytherins."
"Not quite how I would like to start off my day." added Peter
"I agree."
The three of them headed back to the common room to get their bags and see if Sirius had woken up yet. They arrived back in their dormitories to find Sirius struggling to put his robes on backwards.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU GUYS WAKE ME UP?!"
James and Remus exchanged knowing looks.
"We did, but you wouldn't budge," explained Remus.
"You didn't try hard enough then!"
"Whatever you say Sirius, we picked you up a time table and brought you some eggs. We have to go down to the dungeons for Potions with the Slytherins." said James
"Potions with the Slytherins? This early in the morning!?" questioned Sirius snatching his timetable from James and his eggs from Peter.
"Actually Sirius it's 8:30 we have to be in Potions at nine, so we need to leave now. Who knows how long it'll take us and we don't want to be late. I've already heard rumors on how he hates any student that's not in his own house."
"Which one's that?" asked Peter
"Slytherin." answered Remus.
"Figures" snorted Sirius "Let's get going so we don't give him more reason to hate us." And they walked out of the common room.
As they walked down the marble staircase, a blur of color flew at them knocking Remus and Peter flat on their backs.
"What the bloody hell was that!!?" exclaimed James
"Peeves the Poltergeist! Prankster Extraordinaire!" said the strange little man who was sitting cross-legged in mid-air. He took off his pointy hat and swept into a bow.
"Um, hi" said Sirius not quite knowing what to make of him
"Hi to you ickle firsties!" said Peeves "Where are you four off to this morning?"
"Potions" said Remus as he got up from the floor and offered Peter a hand.
"Ahhh, Potions with Professor Crickpot, he hates it when people are late does he not?"
"Erm…no"
"Well Peevsy will show you a short cut, that I will."
"Alright, we sure could use one." Peeves zoomed of leading them down a corridor that branched off in different directions. The four boys ran after him grateful for the short cut.
"You know," James was saying to his friends as they dashed after Peeves, "it's wonderful that we're getting a shortcut from Peeves. Usually he just gets people los…"realization dawned and James, and he stopped short, the rest of his friends-not realizing that he stopped-bumped into him. "I think he just got us lost."
"Shoot, I think your right."
"It's definitely a good thing we left a half-an-hour early."
"PEEVES, PEEVES GET BACK HERE!!!" shouted Sirius on anger. There was another bur of color.
"You called for me?" Peeves cackled.
"You seem to be quite the mischief maker, going and getting us innocent first years lost," said James.
"That I am, though I should venture to say, I would hardly call any of you first years innocent," said Peeves
"My friends and I" said James putting on a very business like air and indicating the three others "have decided to be the most remembered pranksters in all of Hogwarts' history. Would you like to assist us in our endeavor?"
"Most certainly NOT"
"But why?" whined James, who had obviously failed in taming the threat pranksters feared most.
"I must defend my title!!" he cackled with that he zoomed off.
It took the four boys another 15 minutes to get down to the dungeons.
"You're late," said a stern voice as they entered the dungeon classroom. "Ten points from Gryfinndor"
"But sir, Peeves…" began Sirius
"I don't remember asking for an excuse Mr. Black. 5 more points from Gryfinndor Take your seats boys." Said the professor
James, Sirius, and Peter sat at a table while Remus went and sat with Lily and Genny at another.
"I will start from the beginning" he said in a longsuffering voice "I am Professor Crick. Today we will be studying basic herbs and other ingredients used in the making of simple potions. Open your books to page five of chapter one."
They spent the entire class looking up various ingredients and memorizing their uses.
"Put away your books," said Crick when the bell rang for the end of class "I expect a five foot essay from each of you by Tuesday on the uses of aconite and it's effects."
"Excuse me Professor" Peter piped up "Tuesday is tomorrow!"
"I am very aware of that Mr. Pettigrew." Replied Crick and then turning to the whole class he added "I hope you are aware that a detention will be given to any who fail to turn in their essay on time."
"I can't believe this!" said an exasperated Sirius when they had left the class "It's bad enough that we lost 10 points for Gryfinndor, but now a five foot essay by tomorrow! This guy is off his rocker."
"There's going to be a lot of kids in detention come tomorrow"
"Most likely. We won't worry about it yet, right now we've got Transfiguration with…um." James checked his time table, "Professor McGonagall."
"Oh, remember we saw her at the feast-she doesn't look like a witch to cross." said Remus.
"Great! Two, strict, mean teachers in one morning," said Peter.
The boys headed off to the Transfiguration classroom on the first floor, they were very careful to avoid Peeves. They made it to the Transfiguration classroom with 3 ½ minutes to spare. It wasn't very far from the dungeons, unlike the 8-floor trek to Potions.
"My name is Professor McGonagall." The Professor stepped into the room looking very cross.
"Transfiguration is probably the most difficult branch of magic known to wizards, it involves changing one thing into something else." She picked up her wand and pointed it at Peter's wand and transfigured it into a cockatoo. Peter's cockatoo-wand-flew around the room for a second before Professor McGonagall changed it back and it fell with a clunk onto the floor.
All of the students now were naturally very eager to get started, that is, until they learned they would not be transforming objects into animals for a long time. They were set to the simple task of transforming matches into needles.
It took Sirius fifteen tries until he got it right. Remus took about eight different tries. Peter never got it as well as more than half the class of Huffelpuffs and Gryfinndors. James topped them all by getting it in on his first go.
The class finally ended and it was time for lunch, but no class could thoroughly be complete without a healthy dose of homework.
"Alright, I want any of you who did not change it to perfect your transfiguration skills and be able to transform a match into a perfect needle by next class. You are dismissed." Everyone left the class in hot pursuit of food.
The four boys left the classroom, Remus, Sirius, and James celebrating on no homework for them, Peter, needless to say was not very happy.
Lily and Genny were also leaving the Transfiguration classroom, though neither of them were celebrating, they had a five foot essay due tomorrow, and still had to manage to turn a match into a needle. The both of them headed to an empty classroom to practice for fifteen minutes before going for lunch.
"I can't believe this," said an exasperated Genny.
"I know, this is more difficult than I expected,"
"Not only that, but we have rather mean teachers,"
"Hopefully not all of them are as strict as those two-aha!" Lily had managed to transfigure her match into a pointy silver needle-it still lit if struck, but hey, it looked like a needle.
"Aw, Lily, that's no fai- nevermind." Genny had also managed it-and there was still plenty of time for lunch.
Apparently, this was the busy time. There was hardly a seat, except two over by James, Sirius, Remus, and some plump boy who seemed to just be tagging along. Genny and Lily walked over to where the boys were eating-if you could call it eating, perhaps engulfing was more the word Lily was thinking of. From the looks of the dishes in front of them it looked as if they were on their fifth, maybe eleventh helping. Nevertheless the two girls sat down near them and began to eat.
After lunch they were off to meet Professor Faust he was a rather tall man who had brown hair to his shoulders. 'Thankfully he kept it in a ponytail.' thought Lily, or else she probably would have ripped it out-she very much disliked long hair.
"Good afternoon class," the way he spoke strongly suggested that he would much rather be somewhere else, "I am Professor Faust."
"Good Afternoon Professor Faust," said the students in a robot-like manner.
"Yes, I understand that you are first years, I remember when I was in my first year, it was filled with excellent adventure…"he began with a far-off look before snapping back into reality. "But enough of the past, we must focus on the present," then he began to explain the objectives of the class, and what is expected etcetera, etcetera.
Though on Tuesday the entire first year-with the exception of the Slytherins-found themselves in the Owlry scrubbing it clean.
The rest of the week seemed to pass such as that, rather boring, homework, and new teachers.
Speaking of new teachers, contrary to the impression she gave at the Welcoming Feast, Professor Alberich was in fact not very calm or collected at all, she was actually rather jumpy and sporadic. The first years found this out on Thursday.
The group of Gryfinndors trouped into Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Professor Alberich was waiting for them behind her desk. She looked almost uncannily calm and collect, as always.
"Good afternoon class" she said when everyone was inside "As you all know I am Professor Alberich and in this class you will be learning the crucial art of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Today we will be copy important information from 'The Dark Forces a Guide to Self Protection'. As such you will not need your wands."
After that she began to show her true colors.
She couldn't answer many of the students' questions because when she began to talk about her subject she began to stutter, her eyes were always shifting around the room, and she jumped from her desk in fright when a boy's quill dropped.
Everyone left the class completely surprised at the new side of Professor Alberich that they had discovered but very happy that she didn't give them any homework--only because when the bell rang she jumped out of her seat and ran out the door mumbling something about being late. Finally after History of Magic with Professor Binns, a short man whose height only came up to just above the second years heads. The first week of classes was over.
"Finally!" exclaimed James as the burst out of Professor Binns classroom and out onto the school grounds.
"The weekend is ours to spend as we will!" Sirius said.
"What shall we do now that we have some free time on our hands?" inquired Remus
James and Sirius exchanged mischievous looks.
"Remember what I said to Peeves earlier this week about becoming the most remembered pranksters in the history of Hogwarts?"
"Yea," said Remus
"Well, what better time then the present?"
Remus groaned, he didn't want to be a part of it, he'd go find Lily and Genny and find out what they were doing for the weekend. After Remus had left James and Sirius started planning their mischievousness.
"First who should be the target?" They both examined the grounds in search of the lucky one. James was first to spot Snape.
"Remember that pale guy, with a hooked nose we met in Diagon Alley?"
"Yea," said Sirius, confused, then a look of understanding came over him, as he saw him studying across from the lake. "Target locked, but what shall we do to him?"
The two of them sat down to discuss the possibilities and came up with, pushing him into the lake (too wet) or setting an insane broomstick on him (too complicated-they didn't know enough yet) finally they came up with trapping him inside a suit of armor.
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'til next time…
