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MWPP: Through Moony's Eyes
Chapter 16
Muggles and the Future
The first day of lessons were very interesting. With James and Sirius questioning everything muggles ever made, in Muggle Studies and having fun playing psychic in Divination class.
"Should I die a mysterious death? Or should I die being a hero, like saving someone or something," James asked out loud. He was looking down at his Divination homework. There's really no use trying to "see into the future", so practically everyone in the class just made up their homework.
"Well James, you're a nice person so I'd reckon you'd die by saving someone," Remus said.
"Aw Remus, you think I'm nice? I feel so loved," James cried, wiping a fake tear from his eye.
"You're nice MOST of the time," Remus said.
"Better than not at all," James answered.
"Gosh I hate this class," Remus mumbled. All of a sudden the common room went quiet and Sirius's, James's, and Peter's eyes were all on Remus.
"Excuse me, do my ears deceive me? Or did I just hear that Remus dislikes a class?" Sirius said, shocked.
"Must be because Remus loves all learning," James said matter-of-factly.
"It's pointless," Remus said shortly. "Professor Glancia always says I'll have "terrible sufferings this month", of course I will, she knows I'm a werewolf. The only interesting thing about this class is coming up with our own predictions. Heck, I could say that Lily is going to marry James and Professor Glancia would believe me." James scowled.
"It could happen!"James said defensively. Remus, Sirius, and Peter all raised an eyebrow. "WHAT? It could!."
"Alright, now we have to write about a near prediction," Peter said.
"Hm, my friends will act like complete idiots and beat up on a certain greasy Slytherin," Remus said, chuckling.
"In one," James said with a grin.
"Oh Remus, we have a new name for Snape," Sirius said.
"Do tell," Remus said, furiously writing down his "prediction".
"Snivillus, or Snivilly, your choice," Sirius had a dazed look over his face. " I know, it's brilliant, it came to me in a dream..."
"Nice one Sirius," Remus said.
"Thank you, thank you," Sirius said, bowing to the common room.
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"...and that's why muggles use lamps," Professor Bolz said, the dirty blonde, well built Muggles Studies professor. The subject at hand wasn't very exciting, but listening to James's and Sirius's rambles were.
"Why don't they just say 'lumos'?" Sirius asked Remus.
" Muggles don't have wands remember? They're NON magic folk," Remus said slowly, trying to drill some common sense back into him.
"Oh yeah!" Sirius said. For someone who was at the top of his class, he was a complete idiot.
"And remind me again what a radio is Remus," James whispered to him.
" It's like the same thing as the WWN," Remus answered.
"Oh." James said. Across the room, Lily, Angela, and Camille were having an interesting conversation.
"I'm so glad I took this class," Angela dazed, with her chin in her hand.
"Why?" Camille asked. "It's pretty boring to me."
"Oh the subject is boring yes. But Professor Bolz...ah...I could stare at him all day..."
"Angela, he's a teacher,'' Lily said, exasperated.
"But a very good looking teacher," Angela replied.
"You're hopeless. Staring after a teacher and Sirius Black,'' Lily scolded. "And yes, I do see you staring after Black, you know he's only a heart breaker, all he'll do to you is hurt you."
"But he's so gorgeous and funny and smart and gorgeous," Angela said, staring off in his direction.
"Think what you wish," Lily said. Professor Bolz went on to discuss moving vehicles, while passing around pictures.
"Hey Remus, what's this?" Sirius asked, holding onto a picture of a motorcycle.
"Oh that's a motorcycle," Remus replied.
"I want one," Sirius said, his eyes not moving away from the shiny, black, Hurly. "Except, I want a flying one."
"Sure Sirius," Remus said, not paying attention to Sirius, who kept rambling on and on while Remus would give a nod or two and a "mhm" every once in a while. But it soon became too much.
"Sirius, you are never going to get a flying motorcycle," Remus said, annoyed.
"Yes I will, you wait and see," James looked over at Sirius.
"Sirius, the day you get one of those will be the day I die.," James said, rolling his eyes.
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In Divination, things were extremely boring. Reading tea leaves that looked like a blobby green substance, was not very entertaining.
"What do you reckon this is?" James asked Remus, showing him a shape in his cup. Remus flipped through the pages of his Divination book.
"From reading through chapters 2 and 7, I have come to the conclusion that, I have no clue," Remus concluded.
"This class is boring," James said, whining.
" Then why don't we liven it up a little?" Sirius said with a smirk. Sirius gathered his, Remus's, James's, and Peter's teacups and transfigured them into mice, letting them go under several tables. Several shrieks were heard throughout the classroom. Girls were climbing onto tables while erupting into hysterics. James and Sirius came out of the classroom with fits of laughter.
"Did you see their faces?" Sirius asked in between laughs.
"You do realize that you have two days of detention don't you?" Remus asked.
"It was well worth it," James said laughing.
"How many detentions do you two have?" Remus asked curiously. James and Sirius screwed up their faces in concentration.
"703," Sirius concluded.
"Ha, I have 706!" James said triumphantly.
"I'll beat you, you watch," Sirius retorted.
"You go ahead and try," James taunted. Remus just rolled his eyes.