Tesing Your Muggle and American Skills!
By Moony
Chapter 5
Back at the ranch… (Sirius and Anne, no idea where Paddy got the ranch idea from)
"The only classroom I know how to get to is the Band room, so you're lucky, Sirius," Anne said as they made their way through the crowd of students. "And so am I."
"Er… did we have to bring our instruments today?" Sirius asked trying to keep up with her.
"My mom didn't say so," she shrugged. "What instrument are you gonna play, anyway?"
"Trumpet."
"No you're not."
"Yes I am."
"No you're not. That's too weird."
"Why? The trumpet's not that odd of an instrument…."
"I play the trumpet," Anne announced. Then she got a burst of excited energy and began running across to another building opposite from the one they came out of. Sirius ran after her. But his backpack was full of textbooks while hers appeared to be empty.
When he finally caught up to her, they were close to the peach building that was the Band room. "What's in your backpack?" He asked, looking at the khaki bag-like thing hanging from her shoulders.
"Oh, nothing right now," she said, opening the door that had a blue star on it labeled 'Band/Chorus 902.' "You don't have to bring anything on the first day of school. The teachers just lecture you on what they're gonna do this year. Boring, really."
They walked through the door, into a hallway, then into a big, freezing cold, equally blue room. There were many students in the room, throwing their backpacks to the side as they walked in; grabbing a chair and placing it by their friends to sit by them.
Anne waved to a girl with short, curly-like hair and grabbed a chair and sat down next to her. "C'mon," she muttered to Sirius, who followed.
Another bell rang, and Sirius jumped. "Damned bells," she heard him mutter under his breath.
A very tall, big, man walked through the door that had a poster of 'Dizzy' on it. "Hello, I'm Mr. Maloon," he said, looking around at everyone. "And I don't like kids." Several of the seventh and eighth graders in the class laughed.
"Oh, I'm going to like this class," Sirius smirked as the teacher began to tell them about the upcoming year.
James and Marissa…And yet – bells, bells, and MORE BELLS. Every time, James jumped out of his seat.
"Darned bells! What is with Muggles and bells!" he growled as everyone stood up and began leaving the room.
"You know, I really don't know. Some Muggle decided – hey, let's divide classes by bells!" Marissa replied as they exited the room together, "So, what's next on your schedule?"
James looked down at his schedule.
"Science!" he said.
"Cool! Me too!"
"What is science?"
"Oh, it's boring stuff. Stuff about like weather, oceans, how objects are made up of atoms, blah, blah, blah. Animals. That crap. Nothing interesting. Unless you get a good teacher. But you know, good science teachers are really hard to come by," Marissa said.
They absentmindedly walked to room 208.
In the room, was a blonde-haired lady sitting on a chair. Fish were hanging from the ceiling, and there was a gigantic map on the other side of the room. Pictures were all over a cabinet and a wall.
"Let's get a corner seat!" Marissa said, pointing to the corner.
"Yeah! I love corner seats!"
DING. DING. DING.
James jumped. Again.
"Dratted… BELLS!" he muttered.
"Welcome to sixth grade gifted science. My name is Ms. Amedee. I teach science."
"Duh," James muttered.
"Some of your old friends may have had me for geography. So you can tell them that I teach science now."
This was the way as Ms. Amedee droned on and on about science, her class, "teaching moments", being neat and organized, not talking, being polite, having manners…
"Muggle school isn't what it's cracked up to be," James whispered.
"Yes I know. Muggle school is SO boring!"
"Well, no fear, tomorrow, I'll be causing a bit of mayhem," he said, grinning evilly.
"I can't wait. Please do it fast!" Marissa said. "It's so boring and dull here!"
"Well it won't be boring after I'm through with this."
"I'm glad."
"Who's talking back there? While the teacher's talking? It's probably you two, I need to separate you," she said, pointing at James and Marissa. James rolled his eyes. "It's really rude to carry on a conversation like I'm not even there! You never talk while someone else is already talking. I'm trying to tell the class important things, while you go on talking?"
James gave a big sigh. This was one class he knew would be boring.
Remus and Michelle…"So, whadaya have next?" Michelle asked.
"Spanish," Remus replied. He made a face. He had never been one for learning foreign langauges, and it wasn't like he was ever going to Spain really. He planned on staying where people spoke English.
"Whoa! So do I! This is so weird! It's like your stalking me!"
"Look who's talking!" Remus laughed.
"Oh yeah. I suppose you're right. C'mon, it's another portable."
"I hope we can find it this time."
"Oh yeah, I saw it on our way looking for Portable 30."
They headed to where the rest of the portables were. Portable 11 was right in the front somewhere, very easy to find. Michelle and Remus walked up the long walk and opened the door, where a young looking lady with short blonde hair and glasses was standing. The room was lined with posters of Spanish and French speaking places.
When the bell had rung (again), the teacher spoke.
"Welcome to Spanish! It is a semester class. My name is Mrs. Kababe. I should let you know right away, that I do a lot of projects. So if you do not like projects, it will only be for one semester, and then you will be gone of projects. I will pass out the syallabus and materials you need for my class. I will give you a piece of paper with the Pledge of Allegiance in Spanish. You will need to memorize it by next Tuesday. We will recite it every single day. Tomorrow, we will start by learning to count in Spanish. How many of you can count in Spanish?"
A few people raised their hands.
"Very good. Now, my native language is not Spanish. I come from Canada, so I spoke French. Spanish was my second langauge. English was my third. Now, if you learn Spanish this semester, I hope you take Spanish next semester, because French is similar to Spanish. Spanish is a Romantic langauge. Any of you know what this means?"
No one answered.
"It means Spanish is based on Latin. There are five languages based on Latin, can you tell me what they are?"
There was no answer again.
"They are Spanish, Italian, French, Portugese, and Rumanian."
She continued to speak as she passed out papers.
"This lady talks a mile a minute!" Michelle whispered.
"I know!" Remus replied.
They both looked down at the papers with the Pledge of Allegiance in Spanish. It read:
Juro fedelidad, a la banderaDe los Estados Unidos de America
Y ala republica, que representa
Una nacion debajo de dios
Indivisible con libertad, y justicia para todos.
(A/N: Forgot how to spell it, but I know how to say it. If you are Spanish, feel free to correct me.)
"Confusing!" Michelle said.
Mrs. Kababe continued to give background information about Spanish, until the bell rang and the two of them were headed out the door again.
"I've got science next," Remus said.
"Jeez! So do I!"
"Well, it's in 208. Let's go!" Remus said.
With Anne and Sirius…
"Where's your next class?" Anne asked Sirius as they emerged back onto the sidewalk to go to their third period.
"Room 222," he said, looking at the sheet of paper he got in that same room. "Hey! I was just in there!" He realized. "God, I was hoping I wouldn't have that class…"
"Why?" Anne asked, showing him that she had the same class next.
"That woman's crazy," he muttered as they walked into the room.
"Not as crazy as I am."
"Sit down, sit down," the short woman with bright red hair ushered the class. "Anywhere you want today, next week we'll start assigned seats."
Anne sat down next to Sirius in the back of the weird room on a table with a Sprite bottle on it.
"Okay," the woman began. "I am Mrs. Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarvonen, I was once Mrs. Von, but I was recently married to my husband, whom I love."
She began talking on and on to them, and passing out papers for them to read.
"This is BORING," Sirius sighed. "Don't you guys have any fun classes?"
"Nope," Anne said simply, looking around the room for someone she might recognize.
"I hope I have a class with Prongs and Moony."
"And I hope I have a class with Moon—Michelle."
"This is going to be weird. I'm gonna keep saying Moony, and then you'll have figure out whether it's Michelle or Remus."
"Then I'll just call her Michelle and try to break the habit."
"Or I could call Moony Remus. And you call Michelle Moony."
"That's too weird. You guys are the true Marauders anyway."
"Whatever."
Alianna Campbell: Oh. Yay! I am beyond obsessed also. Anne and Michelle were supposed to be based on me and Paddy. Though you really haven't seen the true total obsession yet.
Dragon of Apocalypse: YAY! See you at the guild later!
Hiei's pet monkey: Oh yes. I know. Thanks for trying, even though you were grounded!