Textbooks - Passing Notes Can Be Productive
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Set in Lily, Marlene and the Marauder's fourth year, a History of Magic class on a Tuesday, second lesson. This is all on notes which are being passed around among the group during various classes.
KEY
Lily
James
Remus
Sirius
Peter
Marlene
I think my brains just exploded.
How is it possible to be so bloody bored?
Can we go back in time and tell ourselves to skip this lesson?
That's against the rules of time travel, Padfoot.
Since when has Tampy cared about rules anyway?
Never.
Exactly.
He might change his mind after he did a bit or research on time travel.
What would I find if I did a bit of research on time travel?
That terrible things have happened to wizards who have muddled with time.
Like what?
What about witches? Can't bad things happen to then too?
No, Padfoot. Witches are immune to time travel disasters.
Really? No fair!
I was being sarcastic.
Wasn't very good sarcasm if you ask me..
Nobody asked you.
Still...
Still what?
Shut up.
No. Why should I?
Because you are my friend and I asked you to.
You didn't ask me to, you commanded me to.
WHO CARES!
...
Me.
No need to yell.
You can't yell on paper, Padfoot. We've been over this!
Care to refresh my memory?
WRITING IN CAPITOLS DOES NOT COUNT AS YELLING.
Ouch! Stop it! You're hurting my ears!
Are you kidding me.
Maybe you have an ear infection.
You can't get an ear infection from loud noise, stupid... Can you?
No.
You says I was asking you, Moony?
It was open to the public.
For a matter of fact I was asking Bambie. Bambi?
He's daydreaming again.
Wait, watch this.
*Sirius rips out a page from the back of his book and scrunches it up into a ball. He takes aim and pegs the paper ball at the back of James' head.*
"Shit!" said James in an annoyed voice, rubbing the back of his head and turning around to look for a culprit. He spotted Sirius and opened his mouth to spit an insult at his companion when professor Binns called his name.
"Mr. Potter, is there something you'd like to say?" asked professor Binns.
"No, nope. I'm good." said James turning around to the front again and dropping his hand.
"Then may I please ask that you try to pay closer attention." said the proressor.
"Yes sir!" James said with a salute as he puffed his chest out. Professor Binns gave him a look and continued on with his lecture about something to do with history and magic.
James slumped back in his chair and absentmindedly started flicking through the pages of his textbook.
*Back on the note...*
I don't think he appreciated that for some reason, Padfoot.
Me neither.
Something's up with him.
We should take him to a doctor.
What's a doctor?
Oh whoops. It's a muggle healer.
He doesn't need to go to St. Mungos.
Not yet anyway.
Hey boys!
Hi.
Marlene was it?
Yes. How are you, Black?
I'm good good, thanks.
Don't mock me.
I'm not. I'm just specifying which type of good I am.
Anyways, how are you Marlene?
I'm fine, thank you.
I've got a question for you young lady.
Spit it out then.
Are you still dating Amos Diggory?
Yes, yes I am. Why do you care?
Just trying to keep up with the gossip.
Oh, ok cool.
Do you eat?
Pardon?
Marlene, do you eat food?
I don't see how it's any of your business what I do or don't eat!
I think she eats salad.
Where is this coming from, Wormy?
She's a toothpick!
I am not!
In fact, I can't recall seeing you ever eat. Ever.
I don't eat in the Great Hall.
What? Why not?
Because I don't eat the food they make here.
Why?
I have to listen to the professor.
But... wait what?
...
And she's gone.
She can't eat the food here?
What does that mean?
That was really out of character though, Wormtail.
Agreed. What's with it?
Does that even qualify as a question?
Probably not. Answer though.
I don't know... it just sort of came out.
Are you... are you jealous Wormy?
No!
Are you sure?
Yes.
So you are jealous?
Yes! I mean no... wait, what?
We can help, Wormtail.
With what?
Huh?
HELLO! Wazzup?
The sky.
Very funny.
How are you Prongs?
I'm good. Why do you ask?
No reason.
Moony thinks we need to take you to St. Mungos.
What? Why?
You were being upset.
It's sort of hard to be warm and loving when someone pegs paper at the back of your head, get what I'm saying?
So it was just because Padfoot was being a git?
Yeah. All his fault.
So to cure your upsetness we need to get rid of the source. Therefore...
...
Give him a second.
...
Wait.. am I the source?
Yes.
YOU CAN'T GET RID OF ME!
I'm pretty sure we can.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Yeeeeeeeees.
NOOOOOOOOOO!
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeess!
Hey.
Hi Evans.
Yello!
That's not how you spell yellow.
Obviously.
I know that!
Or do you. That's the question...
To be or not to be.
Nice one Remus.
Thanks.
What?
I don't comprehend.
We would expect any higher from you.
Awwwwwe! Good to know you appreciate my talent.
Talent? What talent?
Shut it!
Never.
He's not going to be quiet you know. We tried that, remember?
I know and yes I do remember. Still worth a try though.
Anyway! When's the next Quidditch match?
One and a half months from tomorrow. Between Hufflepuff and the snakes.
Are you referring to Slytherins and "the snakes"?
Always have, always will do.
Shame.
Not feeling it.
I wouldn't have thought so.
So Lily, have you finished the charms essay yet?
Finished it Saturday. Have you?
Yeah. Sunday afternoon. I didn't quite understand the bit about the connection between the wrist and the magic's power level though.
I didn't quite understand the bit about anything really.
Did you even try?
What are you suggesting?
Answer.
... No...
That's why you didn't understand then. Textbooks have information you know.
Really?
Yes, they do!
Woah. My mind just exploded.
That's great and-
-Hold on. Your mind can't explode if you don't have a mind to blow up in the first place.
Hilarious.
Clever. Nice one Wormtail.
I should probably pay attention.
Me too.
NOOOOOOOOOOO!
Fine, I'll stay.
I was meaning that for Evans.
Burn!
The pain, it's unbearable!
Sorry but you know me.
Goodbye.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
That one was clearly for Lily-flower.
I thought the other one was clearly for Evans as well.
Your mind works in mystical ways.
Mystical is hardly the correct word.
I second that.
I third it. Brilliant ways more like it.
Not the word I would have used but if you say so...
I say so.
Ok then.
So like what's with this charms essay?
We got it last Friday and it's due tomorrow.
Oh boy. Guess who's going to be staying up late tonight.
Me too.
Me three.
Moony, have I ever told you how much I love you?
No you haven't, Padfoot.
I love you much!
That's nice.
And have I ever told you how smart you are?
I don't believe you have.
Moony, you're smart!
Thank you, Padfoot.
And you know that I would appreciate it (etc.)s much if you let me copy off your charms essay, don't you?
Yes I do.
So can I?
Umm...
Please! PLEASE!
No.
But why not?
Copying has no educational benefit.
Who cares!
I do, so it's a no.
I hate you.
But you said you loved me much!
Not any more.
Meanie.
I could say the same to you.
Hey Moony, can I copy off your charms essay please?
Sure.
WHAT! THAT'S NOT FAIR AT ALL! WHY WOULD YOU LET HIM COPY AND NOT ME? DON'T YOU LOVE ME?
I was just jo-
I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS, THAT I COULD COUNT ON YOU BUT IT LOOKS LIKE I WAS WRONG!
Padfoot, I'm not really going to let-
I KNOW I STOLE FROM YOUR SECRET CHOCOLATE STASH LAST WEEK BUT I THOUGHT WE COULD MOVE PAST THAT!
Wait, you stole my secret chocolate stash?
Oops...
*The bell rings and everybody starts to pack away their things for recess.*
"You stole my secret chocolate stash?" asked Remus turning angrily to Sirius.
"No! I mean.. I didn't steal the whole thing." answered Sirius sheepishly.
"Prick!" said Remus as he hit Sirius over the head with his History of Magic textbook. "Git! Bloody hound!" And with each insult came another swing of the textbook.
"Ouch! Oi, stop it! I get it, sorry!" cried Sirius, trying to fend off the textbook. "Ok, fine. I'll buy you some chocolate next trip to Hogsmead."
"That's better." said Remus.
"Never knew you were so violent, Moony!" commented James. The four boys started off for recess.
"How many pages are there in that book anyway?" asked Sirius rubbing his head.
"Six-hundred and seventeen, precisely." answered Remus.
"How'd you know? Count them all Moony?" said Sirius.
"No. There are actually numbers at the bottom of each page that tells you what number that page is. So if you turn to the last page then look at the number, that's the number of pages in the book. Funnily enough!" said Remus.
"Who would count all the pages anyway?" asked Peter.
"Someone with a lot of time to fill." said James.
"So Moony, can I borrow your charms essay?" Sirius asked again.
THE END
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