Chapter 5
The ringing of the bell couldn't have come soon enough; I was long finished my piece of chocolate and couldn't bear to ask for another one. Oh how I missed my Remus! I swiftly began to pack up my writing utensils that I hadn't bothered to unpack in the first place and sulked out behind my least favorite werewolf.
The next few classes went by in a similar fashion – minus the chocolate. The cold heartless professors continued to pile on work. The gods of tragedy must have been smiling upon me because I do not remember even being assigned this much work in my life. To make matters worse, Moony was not affected by this situation at all. He strolled on through his day as if I had never made any threats. The nerve of him! He should have been begging me to take him back – well, an apology would be nice – maybe a glance in my direction – something.
"You're awfully quiet Pads," James wrote to me in our afternoon class.
"Can't talk, paying attention," I replied.
"Paying attention? Seriously, what's up?"
"I am finally concerned about my academic standing. I can't slack off forever."
"Did you and Moony get into a tiff?"
"No we did not. And since when are you concerned about my well being?"
"What's gotten into you?"
"Obviously not a cauldron cake"
"You're still upset about that? Geeze, I'll get you a cake today. Hell, I'll get you two."
"Sod off!" I threw the paper back so hard that I fell off of my chair. When I looked up I noticed the paper had landed to the left of Prong's chair.
"Mr. Black is there a problem?" the professor asked.
"You know what, there is." I huffed as I pulled my self back onto my chair.
The professor looked at me as if he expected me to blow up on the spot. "Er – would you like to do something about your problem?"
"I would, but I've got to pay attention to the lesson." I responded as I re-inked my quill. After all, I couldn't depend on my friends anymore.