Rules
Harry arrived at Fuzzy at a quarter to nine. The playground was full of different kids. Tall kids, short kids, skinny kids, and fat kids. There were even funny looking kids that looked like simple objects.
Sirius walked Harry inside of the school. Harry saw a long corridor with a number of closed doors. Grown ups kept walking back, a few of them stopping, looking at Harry and taking in his scar. Harry started to feel nervous and hid behind Sirius.
Sirius led the way to a office where there stood the biggest desk that Harry ever saw. It was about the same height as Harry and stretched across the office. It was a shiny wooden color and filled with metal trays and people.
Behind the desk, were smaller desk, where people were working on computers and talking on phones. One of the staff, which was working on the computer, looked up.
She had long dark hair and heavily lidded eyes. She was very good looking too. Kind of like-
"Sirius," she said coldly.
Harry looked from the woman to Sirius and back to the woman again. How they knew each other, Harry didn't know.
"Bellatrix," Sirius said with equal coldness. "The hell you doing here?"
"I, unlike you, finished college. So I, unlike you, could get a decent job."
Sirius let out a snarled and was about to retort when a office nearby opened.
"Sirius," said Lorraine, coming out of her office. "How are you?"
Today she was wearing a short blue jean skirt and a white blouse. Her hair was braided with small micro-braids and she was wearing large, silver-hoop earrings.
"I'm fine." he answered, not taking his eyes off Bellatrix.
"I see that you've met my assistant principal, Bellatrix.," she said, beaming at Bellatrix. "Do you know her?"
"Of course he does," Bellatrix answered. "He's my dear old cousin."
"That's nice. I have a meeting to attend," she said to Bellatrix. She then turned to Sirius. "Any business you have with me, you can go through with my assistant."
She left the office. Sirius looked back at Bellatrix, who had a nasty smile on her face.
"How can I help you, Mr. Black?"
"You can help me by ridding the world of yourself. But, for now, I need information about Harry's new classroom."
Bellatrix looked at Harry, just noticing him for the first time. She looked at him with a hungry expression on her face, as if she wanted to attack him.
Sirius felt Harry stir behind him and he stood in front of Harry.
Bellatrix looked back at her computer and began to type. "He is in room 105 in Mrs. Lasko."
"Thank you."
Sirius walked Harry to room 105, where they said good-bye.
"If you need anything. . .just stay away from Bellatrix."
Harry gave Sirius a hug and went inside of the classroom. He saw about twenty student desk and one teacher desk in the room. The desks were placed in groups of four. He went to go sit down in the back of the room.
Five minutes later, the class came in followed by a thin woman wearing a tight light blue dress. She looked about Sirius's age and had oddly colorful eyes.
"Sit where ever you want." she said in a cheerful voice, that also sounded very colorful.
His two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, and a very fat boy that Harry didn't know shared Harry's table.
"Okay," said Mrs. Lasko. "I'll take attendance. When I call your name raise your hand and say 'here.' Ronald Weasley?"
"Here."
" Hermione Granger?"
"Here."
"Harry Potter?"
"Here."
"Draco Malfoy?"
"Here."
"Vincent Crabbe?"
"Here."
"Gregory Goyle?"
"Here."
"Pansy Parkinson?"
"Here."
"Lavender Brown?"
"Here."
"Pavarti and Padma Patil?"
"Here."
"Seamus Finnigan?"
"Here."
"Neville Longbottom?"
"Here."
"Dean Thomas?"
"Here."
"Hannah Abott?"
"Here."
"Terry Boot?"
"Here."
"Susan Bones?"
"Here."
"Justin Finch-Fletchley?"
"Here."
"Ernie Macmillian?"
"Here."
"Joe Smith?"
"Here."
"Jimmy Blue?"
"Here." the fat boy answered.
Mrs. Lasko closed her attendance book and looked at her class.
"Now that I know who you are," she said. "it's time for you to know me." She turned to face the board and began to write. "My name is Mrs. Lasko." she said, writing as she spoke. "I'm going to be your first grade teacher. I hope we have a lot of fun this year."
She sat back down at her desk and sat silently, waiting for her students to talk or start making conversation. But they sat there with their hands folded on top of their desks.
"Alright let's go over the rules." she said when no one made an attempt to open his or her mouths. "Now, what should rule number one be?"
The class gave her a confused look. For the first time a hand raised into the air.
"Yes, Hermione?"
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked. "Shouldn't you make the rules?"
Harry thought that Mrs. Lasko was going to shout at Hermione for questioning her, but she merely smiled.
"You're quite right," she replied. "But it's only fair that we make rules we all agree on. That way it is fair. How many people are in this classroom?" she asked, when they gave her another confused look.
"Twenty-one." answered Hermione.
"Yes," Mrs. Lasko replied. "In this class there are twenty-one teachers and twenty-one students. We all learn from each other, we all teach each other."
Another hand raised into the air.
"Yes, Pavarti?"
"No fighting." Pavarti said quietly.
"Yes, a very good rule. As we are all in the same class, we must not fight with each other, but work together."
Then she stood up and wrote on to the board;
1. No Fighting.
2. Work Together
"Anyone else?"
Inspired by Pavarti's rule, several more people raised their hands. Pretty soon the board had ten rules.
3. Respect each other and other's property.
4. No swearing.
5. Share.
6. Be nice.
7. Treat people the way you want to be treated.
8. No stealing.
9. Keep the classroom clean.
10. Mind your manners
For the rest of the day, Mrs. Lasko had the class decorate the classroom according to their taste. Harry was reminded of all the arts and crafts he had done at daycare and couldn't wait to tell Rachel all about his first day of school.