* Can you believe that it is May 1st? I can't... How the time flies...

It had been a couple weeks since Hermione had blown off on him. John almost wanted to return the Time Turner, only because he realized that his classes were extremely boring. There were some days where John didn't bother to go to some of his classes. But then again, John rarely paid attention anyway. His school work wasn't great, but his marks were over the top. John could sense that Hermione was jealous. That brought a smile to John's face.

Another reason John wanted to return the device, was because he was struggling to face Divination class. Professor Trelawney always made faces at him whenever he dropped down the ladder, and she had a slight quiver in her voice when she talked. It was really starting to aggravate John. He couldn't help it if weird stuff kept happening to him. John was starting to sympathize toward Harry Potter.

Nevertheless, John was struggling to find anything new about the mysterious "Blue Box." There was nothing on it, besides footnotes that really didn't help John. John sighed and joined Clara and her friends who were doing homework together.

Clara was on her stomach, completing a Transfiguration essay with Ginger. Ron and Hermione were working on their star charts for Astronomy. John rolled his eyes, as Astronomy was way too easy for him.

John sat crossed-legged beside them. Hermione frowned in his direction.

"John, I know you don't do your homework, so please, don't bother me."

John smiled. "Just your luck Granger," John pulled out his astronomy notes, "Today is the day I do my homework!"

Hermione rolled her eyes, and continued labelling the star chart. Ron grimaced in John's direction, while Clara just sighed.

John took a look at his work, at groaned. He had done this when he was eight years old. It was much too easy. In less than ten minutes, (John had awful handwriting) John had managed to fill out the whole chart. He tucked his work away away and looked expectantly at Hermione.

Hermione scoffed, "You can't have finished!" She complained.

John cracked his knuckles. "This stuff was elementary. I'm surprised you're not done yet."

Ron peeked up from his work. "Hey, mate, mind if I take a look?" He pointed at his not-nearly-done star chart.

John shrugged, and handed Ron his completed work.

"John!" Hermione snapped. "You can't just show Ron your work!"

John snorted. "Why the hell not?"

Hermione took in a deep breath. "Because, then he won't learn anything!"

"He already didn't know anything!" John shot back.

"Oi!" Ron complained.

John waved it off. "Plus, now that he has the chance to actually learn what all the stars are called. He might do well on this test. Honestly, as his friend you should at least try to help."

"I do help Ron!"

John quirked an eyebrow. "Literally every time he asks for your notes, you just leave him hanging with nothing. I'm doing more than you ever had."

Hermione growled. "You are such an insufferable prat!"

" 'Mione, calm down!" Ron said carefully.

"Don't you tell me what to do, Ronald!" Hermione spat.

Clara got up off her stomach. "Hermione, why don't you just breathe a bit. John's always like this, and you know it."

At that moment, Harry walked in with Fred and George trailing behind him. Harry bit his lip. "What'd I miss?"

Clara went back to Ginger's side. "Nothing," she said plainly.

Harry nodded slowly. "Ok, then. So what have we got this weekend?"

"We have the Hogsmeade trip this weekend," Ron pointed at at ratty, old notice board, "End of October, Hallowe'en."

Harry groaned. Hermione gave him a sympathetic look.

"Fantastic!" Fred said, "I need some Stink Pellets from Zonko's. I'm almost out!"

Harry sat on a chair. He slunk away carelessly.

"Don't worry," Hermione soothed. "They'll catch Black soon-"

John sat up, "What does Black have to do with this?"

Hermione gave him a look. "If you were paying any attention, Black is after Harry."

John frowned. "I hate it when people are trying to murder me."

"It's not funny!" Hermione exclaimed.

"I know it's not! Getting fired at by a Dalek is not fun!" john flinched on the inside, he hoped it didn't show.

Miraculously, it didn't. But, Hermione was still seething.

"A what?"

John smiled. "Got ya."

Clara pointed at John then Hermione. "I don't know what this is."

John's face lit up. "I know! It's like when River and I had a fight, and she turned me into an otter. Honestly, I think otters have a better life than you humans."

Hermione blinked. "River who? And you humans? You make absolutely no sense, John!"

"Thank you."

Hermione sighed, then turned her attention back to Harry, who was wide-eyed.

"You shouldn't worry, Black's already been spotted, OK?"

"Maybe you can ask McGonagall to go. The next trip won't be for ages," Ron piped.

"Ron! Harry is supposed to stay in school. I really don't think McG-"

"Thanks Ron," Harry interrupted. "I think I will ask her."

John could tell that Hermione wanted to argue, but right then, her ugly cat came trotting up. It had a large spider hanging from its mouth.

"Do you really have to eat that in front of us?" Ron criticized to the cat.

Hermione seemed instantly happier though. "Oh, Crookshanks! Did you catch that all by yourself?"

The cat said nothing, (thank Holy Merlin) and chewed slowly on the spider, eyeing Ron.

"Just stay over there," Ron said to the cat. "I have Scabbers sleeping in my bag."

John snorted. "Why would you tell that to the cat? Also, have you thought that maybe 'Scabbers' might die from lack of oxygen?"

"Cats don't speak English, John," Hermione reminded.

Meanwhile, Ron looked horrified, then instantly checked his bag to see if Scabbers the rat was OK. He sighed in relief.

Harry pulled out his bag of work as well. "Merlin, I hate homework."

Ron gave a nervous smile. "Here, you, can copy off mine. Er, rather John's."

Hermione opened her mouth, but Clara interrupted.

"It won't be your fault when they get caught."

The boys shrugged it off. And then, Crookshanks pounced on Ron.

"OY!" Ron shrieked. He turned toward Hermione. "GET YOUR RUDDY ANIMAL OFF!" Apparently, Crookshanks had attached his claws to Ron's school bag.

"Ron, don't hurt him!" Hermione squealed.

Ron flung around, furiously. John looked to see the whole common room watching. And then, Ron whirled his bag around, and Sabbers went airborne.

Crookshanks ran off to find the rat, while Rin screeched, "CATCH THAT CAT!"

Scabbers ran around the common room, and dashed underneath a cupboard, with Crookshanks on his tail. Students gave moans of protest, when Ron went diving through them , trying to get his rat. Hermione frantically pulled Crookshanks off his feet.

Finally, Ron was able to get Scabbers out from underneath the cupboard. "You keep your cat away from poor Scabbers!" Ron dangled Scabbers in front of Hermione, which must not have been good for it either.

Hermione drew in a shaky breath. "Ron," she said calmly, "All cats chase rats."

"But this one has got it for Scabbers! John was right, I shouldn't have told it that Scabbers was in my bag," Ron spat. Then, he marched off to the boys' dormitories.

John crossed his arms. "Cats, why do they hate people?"

Hermione glared at him, "No John, all cats just hate you."

"That explains a lot."