Chapter Four: First Class
After leaving the Hall Scorp quickly ran to the Gryffindor common room.
He slowed when he approach the portrait of the fat lady.
As she had when he had passed through that morning, she scowled.
"Oh it's you, Malfoy," she said.
"Pumpkin juice," muttered Scorp.
The painting swung back as the fat lady muttered, "rude just like his father."
Scorp quickly darted upstairs and grabbed his books the ran back down and out through the portrait hole again.
As he ran he pulled out his timetable.
Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall.
He knew where that was.
Third floor second classroom on the right.
He quickly ran there as to avoid any students who had been in the hall.
In his hast he past straight through the ghost of Headless Nick who shoot him a well deserved glare.
In fact every ghost and portrait he had passed had scowled or glared at him.
Scorp realise now that it wasn't just the students who hate him. It was the teachers, the ghosts, the portraits and the students all combined.
Hell, even the stairways hated him, he thought, after they sent him flying down into floor for the fifth time.
Panting he stopped.
He had no idea which floor he was on now.
Glancing round he saw no one.
Scorp decided to look around and maybe even find someone to point him in the right direction.
Right, Left, right again. Nothing.
Completely lost now, what Scorp really need was a map.
He sat down his back against the wall.
Suddenly a huge grinding sound came from behind him and he fell backwards.
His head hit something soft and thin. Soft enough to cushion his head but thin enough that he still felt the stone floor.
It was a small piece of parchment attached to a larger piece of parchment.
The small piece of parchments said,
I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
Scorp muttered the words under his breath.
The large piece of parchment snapped open and another small piece of fell out.
This one said,
Mischief Managed.
Not wanting a repeat of the first words making the parchment snap open, Scorp did not repeat these words out loud.
He looked down at the parchment and saw words forming.
Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs
Purveyors of Aid to Magical Mischief-Makers
Are proud to present
THE MARAUDERS MAP.
Suddenly a full scale map of Hogwarts and it's grounds developed it's self onto the page.
Scorp, amazed, leant over and peered at it.
His eyes were drawn to a moving dot in what was labelled as the Transfiguration classroom.
Above the dot were the words, Evanna Longbottom.
'Evanna' was pacing around the classroom.
Scorp checked his watch.
There was still 20 minutes to go before class.
What was the girl doing there?
No matter.
He knew where to go now.
Scorp tucked the map under his arm and ran off.
With it's helpful short cuts Scorp was there in matter of 5 minutes.
The map had been especially helpful with its tip with the stairs.
Just ask.
And believe it or not it worked.
He entered the classroom to find Evanna squatting at thin air.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
She looked at him calmly and said, "There's a Wrackspurt in here. I'm trying to catch it."
"A what?" he asked and then after a second thought, "You know what. I don't want to know".
He sat down at the desk at the back and pulled at the map.
Evanna looked over.
"Ooo! The marauders map! Wow where'd you get it?"
Scorp's head snapped up, "You know it?" he asked
She giggled, "Over course! Everyone does, but..." she frowned, "it was lost. Look here."
She pointed at the names, "Moony, Remus Lupin, killed in the Great War, a were-wolf. Wormtail, Peter Pettigrew, a death eater, an unregistered animagus rat. Padfoot, Sirius Black, died in the invasion of the Department of mysteries unregistered animagus dog. And finally Prongs, James Potter, killed by Lord Voldermort," Scorp cringed, "unregistered animagus stag. They were all best friends here. The Marauders. They mad this map together. It use to belong to Harry Potter but he lost it."
Scorp gaped at her, but didn't have a chance to find out more because students had begun to file in.
"Quickly" he hissed, "how do you close it?"
Evanna pulled out her wand, taped the map and whispered, "Mischief managed."
The map quickly snapped close.
Scorp quickly shoved the map under his books as Albus and Rose ran over to him.
He held up his hands, "I don't want to talk about the howler."
They nodded and sat down.
Rose glanced at him, worried, but Albus quickly nudged her and pointed to the front desk.
A cat had strolled into the classroom and had jumped up onto a chair.
It meowed and slowly transformed into Professor McGonagall.
"Welcome first years." She said, "Today's lesson, I would like to try something fun with transfiguration. Please sperate into pairs."
Albus quickly glanced at Scorp while Rose moved over to Evanna.
Seeing that they were all in pairs Professor McGonagall smiled and pointed to a pile of chocolate frogs.
"The first pair to transform these chocolate frogs into chocolate bugs will not have to do tonight's homework. I will not give you the spell, only tell you it is between pages nine and eleven in your textbooks. Go!"
Albus jumped up and ran to grab a frog while Scorp skimmed through his textbook.
Nine, nothing,
Ten, nothing,
Eleven. YES!
Swish your wand counter clock-wise four times then clock-wise twice.
Afterwards say the words, Frogus transfigerate, once and imagine the frog changing into the desired animal.
Albus returned with the frog and began to open it, when Scorp stop him.
"Wait. Look." He said and pointed to all the other students who were chasing rapidly escaping frogs.
"Let's memorise the spell before we act okay?"
Albus sat down next to him and they both spent a few minutes pretending to swish wands and muttering the spell under their breath.
Finally they felt as if they were ready.
Scorp readied his wand as Albus cautiously opened the packet.
"Now!" he roared and Scorp switch the wand,
Four times counter clock-wise. Twice clock-wise.
"Frogus Transfigurate!"
Bug.
The frog croak, then exploded in a huge puff of smoke.
Scorp coughed and peered through the smoke.
Where there had been a frog there was now a cricket.
It chirped and jumped off the desk.
"Grab it!" yelled Albus.
"Stupefy!"
The cricket stopped.
Professor McGonagall clapped.
"Well done boys. No homework for you! Now for the rest of the class please do pages nine and ten and hand them into me at tomorrow's lesson. Now, I think it is time for your next lesson."
Scorp gathered up his books and quickly left the classroom, eager to get to his next class.
History of Magic with Professor Binns the ghost.
Sounded fun.
A/N:
Hey all.
Hehehe you can tell it's late at night when the best I could come up with was Frogus Transfigurate!
Oh well. What you just read was my average science lesson but with more explosions.
By the way my internet is down so it may take awhile for any more chapters come up. Right now i'm using my friend's computor but i don't think she'll appreciate me turning up every morning to put it on the site, but she might i dunno. we'll see.
Next Chapter: Detention with Hagrid (I've been meaning to do this one since chapter two!)