A/N
It's a shortie, sorry… writer's block is a terrible thing… as are Biology revision notes…
Dedicated to HappeeGoLuckee and purple smurfs are real; I AM SUCH AN IDIOT PLZ PLZ PLZ FORGIVE MEEEEE!!!!
I am planning a sequel with Aaya, but we're stuck for what to turn James into… any ideas will be gratefully accepted!
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Intermission
Professor McGonagall stared hard at the papers before her. She leafed through the Gryffindor's and put them to one side, and then picked up the Slytherin's, a small smile plucking the corner of her grim mouth. She was going to enjoy this.
Pulling out her special 'Slytherin Quill' and the ruby-red ink she gets made especially from Scrivenshaft's, she glanced at the first essay and with a practiced flick of the wrist she scrawled an 'F' in the top left corner. She repeated this process until all of the Slytherin's essays were marked. She liked marking them; they were incredibly easy to do so and it was so… fun…
Pulling the Gryffindor's towards her, she sighed slightly. She'd actually have to do some work now. Reading the first essay, she was quite happy to designate it an A.
The next was quite good too, and she reluctantly gave it an E. She glanced up at the name, and with horror noticed the peace sign around her name. She sighed deeply. For one small time that week she'd forgotten about Potter, Black and Lupin and whatever silly charade they had on.
A knock on the door broke her from her depressed reverie, and she barked;
"Enter!"
before turning back to her essay.
"Yes?"
She glanced up.
"Pettigrew! What is it?"
Peter looked very nervous and twitchy, shooting frightened glances to the left and right.
"I… I'd like to change dorms please."
Professor McGonagall eyed him suspiciously over her spectacles and he squirmed under her gaze.
"I suppose so. Take me to your dorm," she barked, and he looked up nervously.
"I don't think that's a good idea," he mumbled. Professor McGonagall raised a thin eyebrow, and he visibly cringed.
"Don't be ridiculous. Now lead the way," she gestured at the door and frogmarched him out.
As they reached the Common Room, the Gryffindors scrambled out of the way to let her past. She swept up the stairs and entered the dorm.
It was clearly divided into four sections.
On her right was… nothing. A blackness filled the side, and the walls either side were grey and dark, fading into the deep black to the side. Remus stuck his head out of the blackness; his pale face was a stark contrast to the blackness around.
"Goodmorning, Lupin."
He glared at her. "Is it?" he muttered and slunk back into the shadows. Unperturbed, she looked to the middle and threw her hand over her eyes; the light was blinding and she couldn't see anything. Blinking hard to remove purple and blue afterimages, she looked at Peter.
"Sirius is out," he mumbled. She wondered how he could tell.
To her left, a very pleasantly patterned bed floated past her head, James hanging a foot above it.
"Hello, Professor," he said, his lips still firmly clamped shut. The Professor looked at Peter inquiringly.
"Telepathy. Or telekinesis. I don't know. I don't stay in here much." The Professor cast her eye from the patterned bed, to the five foot high slogans, to the floating homework, and sighed. The peace insignas on the wall had started invading the final bed in the room; Peter's. It was unslept in, the sheets smooth, but otherwise it was scruffy and she had a distinct impression it was trying to worm through the wall. She sighed.
"Very well. I'll get you transferred as soon as I can."
She swept out, and Peter took one last, relieved look at his former dorm, stuffed his few possessions into his case and slumped out after her.
A/N
People have been asking where Peter is so…
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