The Lunacy of Lupin
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, all this stuff does not belong to me. Everything that is in any way related to Harry Potter or the Harry Potter series belongs to J.K. Rowling.
A/N: Okay, I'm finally back! I had a little gap trying to catch up my homework. Anyways, this chapter kind of changes the genre of the story--just a little bit, though. I just wanted to forewarn you. Umm, also, really sorry if Beta Kappa Sigma really exists, it was just some letters I put together, ok?
Dark and prone to violence-- thanks for reviewing about that, I thought I had it all wrong. J
Chapter Four: Greek-Letter Societies
"Well, you know," Hermione said, dropping a squishy newt's eye into her sputtering potion, "if you had done your homework beforehand, you wouldn't have been so tired after that detention." She was surveying Ron and Harry with a scrutinizing look, quite like a general inspecting soldiers. Ron yawned languidly, stretching his arms out so far back that he almost hit Lavender Brown in the nose. She looked rather affronted.
"Ah, pipe down, Hermione," he said indifferently.
"Yeah," Harry said, smiling, "Who knows? Maybe Lupin'll go through a kindergarten phase and we'll nap all class long." Hermione threw him a you're-not-helping look. He smiled again.
Snape turned suddenly around up at the front of the classroom. He had been modifying their homework assignment on the board, but now he began stalking up and down through the rows of desks. He stopped right beside Ron.
"Weasley," he breathed, eyes glinting maliciously, "Let's test your potion…." Ron gulped. "Sir?" he said.
"I said that I was going to test your potion. Give me your sample." Ron reached down to get a flask to fill. Snape gave a soft Bronx cheer.
"No sample, Weasley?" he said, mock-surprised. "Shame, shame. I think….ten points from Gryffindor will teach you to pay closer attention? Go on, now, fill the flask, boy." Snape waited quietly, then snatched up the flask before Ron could even put the cork in it. Ron was watching Snape prowl back to his desk with a horrified expression . Neville, by the look on his face seemed to feel that the same experience had just happened to him. Snape reached the front of the classroom and now whirled around to face the class, his long black robes billowing around his ankles….
Fifteen minutes later, Ron stepped out of the dungeon. Since Snape's potion-testing stunt, he had grown six new appendages, all of them shaped along the lines of a giant head of lettuce. Surprisingly enough, his potion hadn't been done right.
"So, uh…. I wonder what Lupin's up to today?" Harry said awkwardly, staring at a particularly large lettuce head drooping off the end of Ron's nose. Ron gave him a glare that said, "Can't you see I've just suffered a trauma?" Needless to say, Harry didn't make another stab at conversation.
When they arrived at Lupin's door, it appeared that he had been having fun with the woodburning kit Harry had given him for Christmas. What looked like the Greek letters beta, kappa, and sigma were emblazoned upon the door and filled in with light blue. Harry and Hermione could hardly see Ron's smile under his new attachment, but it was nevertheless there. He pushed the door open (despite difficulties with an odd lump on his hand) and the next thing he and Harry saw was a flash of the same light blue before they were flattened clean to the floor.
Lupin was sitting on his knees on top of Ron, working a blue hooded sweatshirt (one of which he was wearing himself) over his head. As soon as he could get it on, he pounced on Harry, who had just gotten up. An identical sweatshirt was forced onto him and when he looked down, he saw, written in black on the sweatshirt, Beta Gamma Kappa. Lupin had a manic grin on his face and Harry distinctly identified the smell of cold pizza. He stood up, catching on.
The room had been almost completely redone in light blue and everyone was looking quite discomforted in the same sweatshirts. It appeared they had all been ambushed at the door as well. About eleven open boxes of pizza were sitting around the room in various places. Harry noticed a very disapproving Hermione standing in one corner of the room, arms crossed, foot tapping. He shrugged good-naturedly.
No learning was achieved that day. None whatsoever. Instead, the whole class sat around eating pizza and swapping conversations about burping contests and how many sour cream and onion potato chips they could fit in their mouths at one time. Hermione just flitted and hovered around trying to prod them subtly (or not so subtly) into working, a very futile attempt.
Lupin told them all to go about five minutes before the bell rang, which (of course) Hermione strongly disagreed with. She didn't refuse to go though.
Walking through the halls without Ron (they had left him ages ago; his lettuce-head attachments had swollen so badly that he could just barely see around them.) Hermione pulled Harry aside from their still-chatting class.
"What do you think's wrong with Professor Lupin?" she whispered, though no one was around now that the class had gone. "I dunno….Maybe he just needed a new style?" he said. She gave him a look. "Seriously, Hermione. Why do you think something's wrong with him?" Hermione looked around quickly, as if to double-check.
"I was reading up on some Charms work in the library yesterday and I found this spell. It's supposed to give you control over certain aspects of another person's life, for instance their 'style'. And I wondered…" Just that instant, Draco Malfoy passed by conversing in low tones with a clever-looking Slytherin boy. Hermione caught up her trailed-off sentence. She focused her eyes on Harry, a determined spark in them.
"I wondered if someone's been using it on him." She nodded her head in the two Slytherins' direction. Harry followed her train of thought.
"Tonight, we'll find out," he said. "Don't worry about how we'll do it," he added, seeing Hermione's mouth open, "I'll tell you then." As they spoke, Ron came bumping up the hallway.
Ok, so quite a bit longer this time! Interested? I hope so! I've been dying for reviews, so please tell me how you liked it and I'll try to update quickly! Next chapter will be their expedition to investigate, all right? My best to your turtles and elephants, uraniumbombz.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, all this stuff does not belong to me. Everything that is in any way related to Harry Potter or the Harry Potter series belongs to J.K. Rowling.
A/N: Okay, I'm finally back! I had a little gap trying to catch up my homework. Anyways, this chapter kind of changes the genre of the story--just a little bit, though. I just wanted to forewarn you. Umm, also, really sorry if Beta Kappa Sigma really exists, it was just some letters I put together, ok?
Dark and prone to violence-- thanks for reviewing about that, I thought I had it all wrong. J
Chapter Four: Greek-Letter Societies
"Well, you know," Hermione said, dropping a squishy newt's eye into her sputtering potion, "if you had done your homework beforehand, you wouldn't have been so tired after that detention." She was surveying Ron and Harry with a scrutinizing look, quite like a general inspecting soldiers. Ron yawned languidly, stretching his arms out so far back that he almost hit Lavender Brown in the nose. She looked rather affronted.
"Ah, pipe down, Hermione," he said indifferently.
"Yeah," Harry said, smiling, "Who knows? Maybe Lupin'll go through a kindergarten phase and we'll nap all class long." Hermione threw him a you're-not-helping look. He smiled again.
Snape turned suddenly around up at the front of the classroom. He had been modifying their homework assignment on the board, but now he began stalking up and down through the rows of desks. He stopped right beside Ron.
"Weasley," he breathed, eyes glinting maliciously, "Let's test your potion…." Ron gulped. "Sir?" he said.
"I said that I was going to test your potion. Give me your sample." Ron reached down to get a flask to fill. Snape gave a soft Bronx cheer.
"No sample, Weasley?" he said, mock-surprised. "Shame, shame. I think….ten points from Gryffindor will teach you to pay closer attention? Go on, now, fill the flask, boy." Snape waited quietly, then snatched up the flask before Ron could even put the cork in it. Ron was watching Snape prowl back to his desk with a horrified expression . Neville, by the look on his face seemed to feel that the same experience had just happened to him. Snape reached the front of the classroom and now whirled around to face the class, his long black robes billowing around his ankles….
Fifteen minutes later, Ron stepped out of the dungeon. Since Snape's potion-testing stunt, he had grown six new appendages, all of them shaped along the lines of a giant head of lettuce. Surprisingly enough, his potion hadn't been done right.
"So, uh…. I wonder what Lupin's up to today?" Harry said awkwardly, staring at a particularly large lettuce head drooping off the end of Ron's nose. Ron gave him a glare that said, "Can't you see I've just suffered a trauma?" Needless to say, Harry didn't make another stab at conversation.
When they arrived at Lupin's door, it appeared that he had been having fun with the woodburning kit Harry had given him for Christmas. What looked like the Greek letters beta, kappa, and sigma were emblazoned upon the door and filled in with light blue. Harry and Hermione could hardly see Ron's smile under his new attachment, but it was nevertheless there. He pushed the door open (despite difficulties with an odd lump on his hand) and the next thing he and Harry saw was a flash of the same light blue before they were flattened clean to the floor.
Lupin was sitting on his knees on top of Ron, working a blue hooded sweatshirt (one of which he was wearing himself) over his head. As soon as he could get it on, he pounced on Harry, who had just gotten up. An identical sweatshirt was forced onto him and when he looked down, he saw, written in black on the sweatshirt, Beta Gamma Kappa. Lupin had a manic grin on his face and Harry distinctly identified the smell of cold pizza. He stood up, catching on.
The room had been almost completely redone in light blue and everyone was looking quite discomforted in the same sweatshirts. It appeared they had all been ambushed at the door as well. About eleven open boxes of pizza were sitting around the room in various places. Harry noticed a very disapproving Hermione standing in one corner of the room, arms crossed, foot tapping. He shrugged good-naturedly.
No learning was achieved that day. None whatsoever. Instead, the whole class sat around eating pizza and swapping conversations about burping contests and how many sour cream and onion potato chips they could fit in their mouths at one time. Hermione just flitted and hovered around trying to prod them subtly (or not so subtly) into working, a very futile attempt.
Lupin told them all to go about five minutes before the bell rang, which (of course) Hermione strongly disagreed with. She didn't refuse to go though.
Walking through the halls without Ron (they had left him ages ago; his lettuce-head attachments had swollen so badly that he could just barely see around them.) Hermione pulled Harry aside from their still-chatting class.
"What do you think's wrong with Professor Lupin?" she whispered, though no one was around now that the class had gone. "I dunno….Maybe he just needed a new style?" he said. She gave him a look. "Seriously, Hermione. Why do you think something's wrong with him?" Hermione looked around quickly, as if to double-check.
"I was reading up on some Charms work in the library yesterday and I found this spell. It's supposed to give you control over certain aspects of another person's life, for instance their 'style'. And I wondered…" Just that instant, Draco Malfoy passed by conversing in low tones with a clever-looking Slytherin boy. Hermione caught up her trailed-off sentence. She focused her eyes on Harry, a determined spark in them.
"I wondered if someone's been using it on him." She nodded her head in the two Slytherins' direction. Harry followed her train of thought.
"Tonight, we'll find out," he said. "Don't worry about how we'll do it," he added, seeing Hermione's mouth open, "I'll tell you then." As they spoke, Ron came bumping up the hallway.
Ok, so quite a bit longer this time! Interested? I hope so! I've been dying for reviews, so please tell me how you liked it and I'll try to update quickly! Next chapter will be their expedition to investigate, all right? My best to your turtles and elephants, uraniumbombz.