Me: Yeeeeeeah, we know we promised this will be posted soon but...
VM: HEY! WHAT'RE YOU SUPPOSED TO DO WHEN YOU GOT A FREAKING SEVERUS SNAPE IN YOUR OWN FUCKING CLASSROOM?
Me: Our point exactly!
VM: Yeah!
Me: Let's just do the disclaimer and get on with it, shall we?
VM: Sure, whatever. We actually ran out of Marauders and wife-of-a-Marauder so we'll just let dear old Professor Dumbledore do the troublesome disclaimer.
Dumbledore: These young ladies do not own the most interesting series of Harry Potter. But I admit, it will be amusing to see their progress on terrorizing it. *smiles*
Me: Awwwww, you gotta love Dumbledore. Ready, set, go!
Two hours, several curse words (mostly varying from "BITCH!" to "BASTARD!"), badly shaped bruises that were healed by an irate looking Madam Pomfrey, and lunch later, the three girls were now heading off to Muggle Studies.
"You know," said Aly conversationally, "you both look like hell dragged you in and spit you back out."
Both girls scowled at her.
"Thanks for the concern, Mum." Ed snapped.
"Anytime, darlings," Aly chirped.
Aqua chose this moment to groan. "Look," she started, "I know we're in a pissed off mood because we had to finish assignments we were too damn lazy to do last night this lunch and haven't eaten much—save for that fried chicken—which is intensified 'cause I think we're all PMSing—" Aqua stopped suddenly when she felt her companions' glare. "What? I just think that's the reason! Think, think, think!"
Ed made a look of mock astonishment. "Aqua, mate, I didn't know you knew how to think!" She said the last word with a poor imitation of Aqua's previous irritated tone.
Before the black haired girl could lunge and strangle the blonde with her bare hands, Aly grabbed her by the collar and dragged her away.
Finding no way to escape Aly's death grip, Aqua compromised by glaring at Ed and proclaiming, "I will kill you."
"If I had a Knut for every damn time I heard that…" Ed shook her head ruefully.
"You'd be swimming in money. Literally."
"Right you are, mate, how right you are."
"Speaking of which, how are those people that swear vengeance on you and/or curse you to hell every chance they get?"
Ed shrugged, apparently not giving a damn that a group of people hated her guts. "Eh, they'll realize soon enough that pitchforks and torches just don't inflict much fear and pain like they used to anymore."
Aqua looked thoughtful for a moment before she shrugged. "Fair point."
Sensing that the girl had no more reason for Aly to be dragging her (thus given a free 'ride') to Muggle Studies, Aly quickly dropped her burden and stretched out her arm.
"FUCK!" Aqua cried as the back of her head had acquainted itself with the floor. She rubbed the sore spot and winced as another wave of pain hit it.
"There is this thing called being gentle…" she muttered to Aly.
Aly blinked. "So?"
"You could put it in your list of morals."
"…I still don't get it."
"Let me rephrase that: Would you allow being gentle to be in your list of scarce morals?"
Ed let out a loud snort. "HA! You're kidding, right?"
Aly copied Ed's action. "Whatever the midget said."
She got an earful from the said midget and even a threat for the living daylights in her to be punched out.
Aqua sighed as she followed the two. "This is why I blame it all on PMSing…"
Sirius was finding it quite hard not to stand up from his seat and jump out the nearest window.
He had been able to squash this urge previously for he was distracted. It was a known fact that the sight of food would be enough to turn Sirius' attention away from even the most fearsome Death Eater.
Women were also a good distraction. And James Potter. And people crying out, "Look! A flying Voldemort wearing a pink night dress and fluffy bunny slippers!"
Then again, anyone would have dropped down on the ground had they heard that.
All those distractions went down the fucking drain when Sirius saw Rochford enter the classroom.
The annoying shrimp—as he was fond to nicknaming her by—practically had a gift for going into majority's 'people to be pissed at' list—a gift Sirius knew he also had.
And he loathed it. And her. And the whole damned class.
"Damn that bi—bastard," Sirius muttered to himself.
"Who?"
"I said, damn that BASTARD!" Sirius said, a little loudly. Remus looked a little taken aback.
"Sirius, are you alright?"
"FUCKING NO!"
Remus decided not to ask anymore, lest he be harmed at the cost of Sirius' happiness. James raised an eyebrow, however, and Remus guessed something unintelligent was going to come out of his mouth.
"Rochford? Damn midget's got the same class as us…"
"Y'mean… bastard," Sirius snarled.
Remus nearly gagged on his own spit, and stared at the two, wide-eyed. What was the world coming to? James Potter was beginning to think straight? Or think, for that matter? Then again, James and Sirius could, at times, actually not be mindless idiots. However, they rarely chose to do so…
…But nevermind that. Remus turned to look at the blonde and instead of her, he found himself staring directly at none other than Aquila Crux. He frowned—he could've sworn Ed was there earlier—and frowned more as Aqua's eyes flickered to meet his, and she looked away, as quickly as she had met his gaze. 'What the hell did I ever do…?' he thought, a little concerned. He had a gut feeling it was not quite because he was a Marauder.
He heard, rather than saw, the door bang open.
In came their Muggle Studies teacher—a plump, little witch, with grey streaks on her tangled mass of red hair. She was smiling in an overzealous, yet secretive way that made the three Marauders fidget on their seats.
"Good afternoon class!" Professor Booker exclaimed in a too happy tone. It was dubbed as the Doomsday Voice by later generations of Hogwarts students.
But the students now were stuck on their blissful ignorance and were perfectly content to just mutter a "Good afternoon" back.
"Alright," she said promptly, "can anyone please tell me what they expect from this class, especially now in seventh year?"
Several hands shot up.
Ah, the never changing first class question. Most Professors take the obvious route and ask the bloody question, expecting to find an intellectual answer that usually states that 'it will help them in the future' or 'to be fun'. Bloody kiss-arses.
Personally, Sirius thought that it was some load of fucking shit.
Professor Booker gestured to a boy behind Sirius and he answered with an, "I hope the classes this year will be just as fun as the ones last year." Add a blinding smile to that picture and you have a point fucking proven.
The Professor smiled that smile once again. "Yes, this year would be fun, no?
…what the bloody hell was that about?
And so it went for the first twenty minutes of the class. With students saying their expectation while Professor Booker would do that annoying smile and have a riddle of sorts in her voice whenever she responded.
She finally ended the reflection time as no one seemed to have any more answers. Sirius nearly cried out 'Hallelujah!' when that happened.
"Now that we are done with my question, I have an announcement," she paused here, perhaps waiting for a reply, but when none came, she continued on. "At the end of this year, to commemorate your last year at Hogwarts, we are acting out a play written by the Muggle author Shakespeare."
There was an awkward silence.
"Any reactions? Any violent reactions?"
Oh, Sirius knew he had a violent reaction right there. All he really had to do was reach for his wand and say the choice words.
But before he could do anything that would make people doubt his already unstable sanity, several things happened.
Rochford banged her hands on the desk and pulled herself up. She glared around the whole classroom before her hateful gaze landed on the Professor. She then screamed bloody murder.
Before they could cover their ears from that shout of what they swore was a banshee, another one from their little group stood up as well. Crux proceeded to slap the blonde on her face.
Rochford's neck actually made a mild cracking noise.
And before they had the chance to recover from that, Malvyne shot up from her seat and towered over the two girls. She pushed back her sleeves. Malvyne brought down her upper body strength on their heads, causing them to land painfully back in their chairs.
Sirius thought he saw a crack appear on one of the legs.
Every person in the room stared at them with wide eyes and even larger mouths.
"Is that violent enough for you, Professor?" Rochford said with a smug tone mixed in her voice.
She and her friends got two weeks worth of detention after that.
"OY! MIDGETS! Yes, I'm talking to you, the kid who stares at me weirdly. MAY I DIRECT YOUR ATTENTION TO THE MOST AWESOME, MOST EYE-CATCHING, THE MOST FANTAST—"
"—a bit too much, don't you think, Prongs?"
"SHUSH, INFIDEL!"
Remus rolled his eyes.
It was already after dinner and most Gryffindors were enjoying some time in the Common Room. Whether to do homework, talk with friends, or play games, nobody really gave a damn.
It was in the middle of this peace that James Potter chose to drop the bomb-shell.
The announcement for the Quidditch try-outs.
Nothing was really wrong about this, per se, but since James was made the new Gryffindor Quidditch captain, there was bound to be a riot whenever he so much as says the word "bludger".
Just as he predicted, a group of girls were batting eyelashes at their general direction. Sighing, he glanced at the one girl James would have loved to look at him like that.
Lily Evans was openly glaring at James in such a way that Remus had to wonder why he didn't spontaneously combust right there at the middle of the Gryffindor Common Room.
She was also sending hate-filled sneers at the direction of James' fan-girls.
Interesting…
His eyes swept over the room again and landed one a pair of amber-colored ones.
Rochford…?
Huh, so it is.
He looked at her eyes again, this time seeing the fierce determination behind them as she seemed to be absorbing every word that James said concerning the Qudditch try-outs.
This year's Team might actually be interesting.
Or freaking amusing, in Remus' case.
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