Chapter 5- Pranks in Potions
"Oh great, we're with the Slytherins..." Sirius said, looking over at James', Remus' and Peter's timetables.
"Do you have to breathe all over my breakfast? You're getting spit all over it." Remus said. Peter pushed his plate away, annoucing that he was full.
"You don't want it?" James said, who had already snatched Peter's, and was currently piling the bacon onto his own plate.
"You're a pig, you know that?" Remus said.
"Yeah, well, at least I'm not a blood-sucking vampire, or a fur-covered werewolf or something awful like that." James said, not realizing the pale color Remus had turned.
"What's first?" Remus said, steering the conversation.
"I told you already." Sirius said. "Potions. With the Slytherin's!"
"Then?"
"Defense Against the Dark Arts. Professor Reed." James said, finally looking up from his breakfast. "Then Transfiguration with McGonagall. Such a tight person, really."
"Hm..we ready?" Sirius said.
"Well, no one's ever ready for-" Remus started, but James interupted with a grin.
"We're always ready."
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"There is a subtle elegance in brewing potions. A delicate art. If you are careless, brainless, or just do not LISTEN-" The teacher snapped at Peter "-you will most likely fail."
No one dared to answer the teacher. Professor Dunn was known for only two things. His big ego, and his bigger obsession with potions. Anyone who did not like potions was most likely punished severly in this class.
"So, shall we begin? We will start with a simple potion. Potions I believe should be easy for even first years. The instructions are on the board. Begin!" And with a slap of what looked like a horse hide belt on the desk, the students started on a potion that would spring angry boils on whoever touched it, unless they were wearing their dragon hyde gloves.
James and Sirius, working at the same desk looked around and brought a FIlibuster firework out of James' bag. While Professor Dunn was turned around, James aimed and-
"Score." James said, as he saw it sail into Snape's cauldron. Sirius and he laughed and ducked under the cauldron. Peter and Remus, who were behind them, also ducked. But other than those four, the entire class (including Dunn) got drenched in the Boil Potion.
"Severus Snape, what did you do?!" Professor Dunn growled as he had finally given the antidote to every member inflicted.
"I d-did nothing, sir!" Snape said, his face whiter than before. ('If that was possible' James thought with an evil smile)
"Then why is this-" Holding up the firework, "Here." Pointing to the cauldron.
"I don't kn-" He said and stopped as he smelt something absolutely foul.
He then realized it was himself.
James and Sirius walked out of Potions 20 minutes later, with happy faces, lighter hearts, and a dungbomb missing.
Unfortunately, they weren't so lucky in Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"Everyone, please take out your books. I'd like to get started." Professor Reed said, holding her book of 'The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection'.
"Open your books to page three and read silently to page twenty-seven." She said, and yet again, James and Sirius were ready for a prank.
This time, they spotted Lily Evans and (having looked up a few charms themselves the night before) whispered "Separe!"
A long wisp of her red hair fell to the floor.
Soon after, Lily Evan's once foot long hair was down to about-
"FOUR INCHES!" Reed said, staring avidly at the two boys. Lily had apprehended her after class in tears as she saw her hair on the floor, and with some tricky wand work, James and Sirius were caught red-wanded. (Kinda like red-handed, but with a wand) "There are four inches left! Do you realize what you've done?!"
"It t-t-took m-me s-s-ix y-years to g-grow it!" Lily sobbed in a corner. Reed looked furious and the boys knew they were in trouble. Big trouble. James was esctatic.
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"What a stupid old hag!" Sirius said, falling on his four-poster bed. James agreed, but silently wondered if his father would yell about it when he heard the news. After all, Harold Potter was even a bigger prankster than his son.
Then he remembered his father's lecture about not pulling the same pranks at school.
'Oops' James thought, as his mind wandered to the points they had lost for Gryffindor.
"Forty points!" Apparently, Sirius was thinking the same thing. "And detention! For a piece of hair!"
"Yeah, she was over-reacting. If you ask me." James said.
"You both deserved what you got. So shut up." Remus said. "After all, hair grows naturally. It can't be lengthened with magic. It takes years to grow it that long."
"You think I don't know about hair?" James said. "Do you know how many haircuts I've had in my life?"
"You don't even look like you've brushed your hair in a while." Sirius cracked.
"Yeah, yeah. Sod off. Not my fault my whole bloody ancestry has this uncontrollable hair." James said. "Is it almost time for dinner?"
"Nope. First, it's Transfiguration. With McGonagall." Peter piped in.
"Think she'll have missed Lily Evan's hair?" Sirius said.
"Oh, not a chance." James replied.
"Good." Sirius said, and they walked out, trying to find the way to the Transfiguration room.
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"Oh great, we're with the Slytherins..." Sirius said, looking over at James', Remus' and Peter's timetables.
"Do you have to breathe all over my breakfast? You're getting spit all over it." Remus said. Peter pushed his plate away, annoucing that he was full.
"You don't want it?" James said, who had already snatched Peter's, and was currently piling the bacon onto his own plate.
"You're a pig, you know that?" Remus said.
"Yeah, well, at least I'm not a blood-sucking vampire, or a fur-covered werewolf or something awful like that." James said, not realizing the pale color Remus had turned.
"What's first?" Remus said, steering the conversation.
"I told you already." Sirius said. "Potions. With the Slytherin's!"
"Then?"
"Defense Against the Dark Arts. Professor Reed." James said, finally looking up from his breakfast. "Then Transfiguration with McGonagall. Such a tight person, really."
"Hm..we ready?" Sirius said.
"Well, no one's ever ready for-" Remus started, but James interupted with a grin.
"We're always ready."
~*~
"There is a subtle elegance in brewing potions. A delicate art. If you are careless, brainless, or just do not LISTEN-" The teacher snapped at Peter "-you will most likely fail."
No one dared to answer the teacher. Professor Dunn was known for only two things. His big ego, and his bigger obsession with potions. Anyone who did not like potions was most likely punished severly in this class.
"So, shall we begin? We will start with a simple potion. Potions I believe should be easy for even first years. The instructions are on the board. Begin!" And with a slap of what looked like a horse hide belt on the desk, the students started on a potion that would spring angry boils on whoever touched it, unless they were wearing their dragon hyde gloves.
James and Sirius, working at the same desk looked around and brought a FIlibuster firework out of James' bag. While Professor Dunn was turned around, James aimed and-
"Score." James said, as he saw it sail into Snape's cauldron. Sirius and he laughed and ducked under the cauldron. Peter and Remus, who were behind them, also ducked. But other than those four, the entire class (including Dunn) got drenched in the Boil Potion.
"Severus Snape, what did you do?!" Professor Dunn growled as he had finally given the antidote to every member inflicted.
"I d-did nothing, sir!" Snape said, his face whiter than before. ('If that was possible' James thought with an evil smile)
"Then why is this-" Holding up the firework, "Here." Pointing to the cauldron.
"I don't kn-" He said and stopped as he smelt something absolutely foul.
He then realized it was himself.
James and Sirius walked out of Potions 20 minutes later, with happy faces, lighter hearts, and a dungbomb missing.
Unfortunately, they weren't so lucky in Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"Everyone, please take out your books. I'd like to get started." Professor Reed said, holding her book of 'The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection'.
"Open your books to page three and read silently to page twenty-seven." She said, and yet again, James and Sirius were ready for a prank.
This time, they spotted Lily Evans and (having looked up a few charms themselves the night before) whispered "Separe!"
A long wisp of her red hair fell to the floor.
Soon after, Lily Evan's once foot long hair was down to about-
"FOUR INCHES!" Reed said, staring avidly at the two boys. Lily had apprehended her after class in tears as she saw her hair on the floor, and with some tricky wand work, James and Sirius were caught red-wanded. (Kinda like red-handed, but with a wand) "There are four inches left! Do you realize what you've done?!"
"It t-t-took m-me s-s-ix y-years to g-grow it!" Lily sobbed in a corner. Reed looked furious and the boys knew they were in trouble. Big trouble. James was esctatic.
~*~
"What a stupid old hag!" Sirius said, falling on his four-poster bed. James agreed, but silently wondered if his father would yell about it when he heard the news. After all, Harold Potter was even a bigger prankster than his son.
Then he remembered his father's lecture about not pulling the same pranks at school.
'Oops' James thought, as his mind wandered to the points they had lost for Gryffindor.
"Forty points!" Apparently, Sirius was thinking the same thing. "And detention! For a piece of hair!"
"Yeah, she was over-reacting. If you ask me." James said.
"You both deserved what you got. So shut up." Remus said. "After all, hair grows naturally. It can't be lengthened with magic. It takes years to grow it that long."
"You think I don't know about hair?" James said. "Do you know how many haircuts I've had in my life?"
"You don't even look like you've brushed your hair in a while." Sirius cracked.
"Yeah, yeah. Sod off. Not my fault my whole bloody ancestry has this uncontrollable hair." James said. "Is it almost time for dinner?"
"Nope. First, it's Transfiguration. With McGonagall." Peter piped in.
"Think she'll have missed Lily Evan's hair?" Sirius said.
"Oh, not a chance." James replied.
"Good." Sirius said, and they walked out, trying to find the way to the Transfiguration room.
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