A/N: Yay for Chapter 4 of A Day in the Life of a Marauder!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, object, places, etc. incorporated therewith
As soon as the feast was over the entire hall filled with noise from the clattering of silverware, the sighs of satiation, and the chatter of students.
"Okay everyone, I hope that your dinner was as desired," Dumbledore's comment was answered with waves of hands and a lot of "yeahs."
"Well then, you are dismissed. But, be here promptly at seven o'clock for your schedules tomorrow morning," Dumbledore waved the students off with his hands. The students piled into the hallways; conversations could be heard here and there.
"-I can't wait-"
"-I wonder if we have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor-"
"Who's that cute boy?" The girl was pointing to James, he blushed. It was the girl from the Sorting Ceremony that made him drool. The girl had beautiful red hair that flowed to her mid-back and green eyes.
"Look's like you've got yourself a girlfriend, James," Sirius nudged James with his elbow.
At that, the girls giggled and vastly walked ahead to their dormitories.
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The next thing Remus knew, he was sitting at his desk in Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"Hello, I am your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Lockwood. This year you will learn how to defend yourself with simple spells and curses. Now, I'm sure you all have your wands. We're going to start with the Stupefy spell. What you need to do is give a jab motion to your target, like so," Professor Lockwood demonstrated, "And articulate, "Stupefy"."
The class repeated after him.
"Now, your target will be me. Who would like to go first?" The professor saw only one person raise their hand.
"And you are?" He asked,
"Remus Lupin, sir."
"Ah, yes. Mr. Lupin. Go on ahead, don't be scared to hurt me," Mr. Lockwood stood with his arms spread out and eyes closed.
"Stupefy!" Remus spoke loud and clear.
Mr. Lockwood fell backwards in a heap. Then, he jumped right back up.
"Very good, Mr. Lupin! Now, normally, I would have been knocked out for an hour. However, I am wearing my spell defending armor, which only works on small spells such as this one. Now, who would like to go next?" Remus walked back to his seat in confidence and pride.
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"The art of transfiguration is to change an object or living thing's shape to another. Today, we will turn feathers into mice. This may be a bit advanced, but I need to know what level we will start on. The spell to use is "Mera Merto." You will then tap the feather three times, " Professor McGonagall demonstrated.
The whole class gasped when they saw the mouse in place of the feather.
"It's now your turn. Go ahead," The class picked up their wands and chanted the spell over and over again.
James got it on his first try, "Mera Merto!"
"Very good, Mr. Potter! Now, would you like to demonstrate to the class?" Professor McGonagall offered the front of the class to James.
"Uh, sure," James went to the front with another feather and placed it on the podium. The class fell silent in anticipation.
James tapped the feather three times, "Nera Nerto." He had said the spell wrong.
After, James closed his eyes; he didn't want to bear the embarrassment. The whole class, including the Professor, gasped. James opened his eyes; his feather had turned into a hippogriff.
"Mr. Potter! That was wonderful! You might have to take my advanced placement class!" The Professor was clapping her hands with the class.
"Now, can you show us the spell to change it back into a feather?" Professor McGonagall watched intently.
"Otren Aren," The hippogriff transfigured back into a feather.
Professor McGonagall was so happy she was crying. A first year had never been able to do that. Heck, her fifth years couldn't even do that!
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"I shall not expect anyone in this class to be able to understand the true art of Potions. Most of you think it's just mixing things and that's it. However, everything must be time perfectly. If not, everything has failed, even if you're on the last step. I am professor Willburn and you will be learning Potions from me this year." All of the students were intensively listening. The boys were taking notes, and the girls were drooling over the professor. He resembled a younger Johnny Depp.
"Now, we will be taking a pretest on what you know. It's very simple if you studied over the summer, ten questions," Professor Willburn passed out the papers.
Sirius turned his over when he receiver it:
1. Where can I find a Bezoar?
2. What is the function of the Bezoar?
3. How long does it take to make a Polyjuice Potion?
4. What do I have to do to pick Fluxweed?
5. What is the difference between Wolfsbane and Aconite?
6. What is the effect of Gillyweed?
7. What is the effect of the Confusing Concoction?
8. Give an example of a potion where I would find Boomslang.
9. What color should the Shrinking Solution be when finished?
10. Freebie!
Sirius snorted, like he studied over the summer.
So, he just made up some answers:
1. The stomach of a goat.
2. Cures most poisons.
3. A month.
4. Stand naked in a bucket of eels in an open field on a full moon.
5. Nothing.
6. It gives you gill to breathe underwater.
7. It confuses you.
8. Polyjuice Potion.
9. Silver.
10. WOOHOO!! My first Troll grade!!!
Sirius laughed to himself. Those were the most absurd and smart-alecky things he could come up with.
"Okay class, I will collect the tests now, you will get them back by the end of the class. Now, you can do whatever you want with the time left," The Professor collected the tests silently and brought them to his desk. He pulled out a red quill and began to grade.
Sirius's test was on top; Professor Willburn's eyes opened wide.
"Mr. Black? Where are you?"
Sirius raised his hand slowly.
"What did I do wrong?" he asked.
"Sirius, my boy, you have done nothing of the sort! In fact, you got a perfect score on the test!"
Sirius broke into a fit of laughter on the floor. The class just stared at him.
Sirius got up holding his stomach, "I-I'm sorry. It's just that…. Never mind." He sat at his desk and tried to stifle his laughter.
A/N: Huzzah!