Minnie - Passing Notes Can Be Productive

Authors Note - Hey guys and gals! I am very very very very inexpressively sorry for not updating in so long! I was tempted to pass the story over for a while but then I felt bad... so I didn't. Again, I just haven't had any inspiration lately and at the moment I have 4 assignments so I'm kind of busy. I won't be updating again for about a month because I'm also going on holidays. So I really hope you enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer - I own none of the Harry Potter world.

Set in Lily the Marauder's fourth year, a Transfiguration class on a Wednesday, third lesson. This is all on notes which are being passed around among the group during class.

KEY

Lily

James

Remus

Sirius

Peter

Marlene

Heeeey guys!

Hi.

Hello.

Mornin'!

Why are we so glum today?

I'm not "glum"! I'm perfectly cheerful, thanks!

No, not you Padfoot. I meant these other two monstrosities.

I knew that. Siriusly Prongs, you mustn't think I'm really that daft!

Aaaah, I see what you did there.

And you're calling me daft!

I never said such a thing! How insulting.

It was implied.

I never!

Ok, that's enough.

Moony! Decided to join the conversation that originally started out as being about you but then progressed into Padfoot insulting me. Please, be my guest!

Prongs...

Moony...

Padfoot...

Siriusly? You can't say your own name, it takes all the affect out of it.

Well nobody else was going to! You two had already partnered up as if it were the Yule ball or something and Wormtail is too busy picking his nose to pay any attention.

Is he?

Nope.

Thank the lord. I though he'd gone back to first year.

Ohhhh boy.

ANYWAY!

How's the heart interest going, Pads?

The what interest?

The love interest.

The who interest?

The crush.

Who?

How's that McKinnon chick going?

How should I know! It's not like I like her or anything. Why do you keep saying that, Prongs?

I saw the way you were looking at her, Padfoot.

- It was the same way you used to look at me.

Moony!

Love you too Prongs but I'm afraid it's time to move on.

I sense a bit of jealousy here...

WORMTAIL!

What?

Nothing, I just felt like yelling your name.

Oh my Merlin. You can't yell on paper!

You can if you're in a picture in the Daily Prophet.

When was the last time you were in the Daily Prophet, Padfoot?

Just last week actually.

Really? What for?

I was in the very background in that shot they took of Hogwarts.

No you weren't.

Was too! If you looked really closely just next to the Womping Willow you can see me.

In dog form?

Yeah...

PADFOOT!

No need to yell! It was basically a small black smudge anyway. You know how they've been trying to save on printing? Well, the new print sucks dragon dung and you can't see a thing.

Still Padfoot, we need to be more careful.

How was I supposed to know the Daily Prophet was taking a picture?

I don't know. Still.

Mmhmm.

Hi guys.

Woah, what's wrong Evans?

Hey.

Nothing's wrong. Why do you ask?

You're not paying attention... in Transfiguration?

What's so bad about that?

Nothing, just... I understand History of Magic and Astronomy, but Transfiguration?

Oh right. I've already covered this topic.

Whaaat?! How?

I asked Professor McGonagall what the topic was so I could get ahead.

Why would you do that?

Because I want to focus on Potions.

As I said; why would you do that?

Because I enjoy Potions. Got a problem with that?

Well, as a matter of fact-

That was a rhetorical question, Pads.

I knew that.

Sure.

I did.

As I said, sure.

Hey guys!

Hi Mary.

It's Marlene. Nice to know you remember me.

Oooohh, snap!

Well sorr-y!

You should be.

How are you, Marlene?

I'm good thanks, Lily. How are you?

I'm alright.

This is crap. Adios amigos!

Pardon?

Translates as 'Bye friends' in spanish. I don't need to read sweet talk that means nothing. See ya!

That was a bit harsh.

Just a bit.

Anyway...

Have we established that we're all good now?

Oh shut up Potter.

Back to last names are we?

Yep.

Lol.

Lol?

Yes, I'm loling.

No you're not! You're not even smiling.

What Wormtail means to say is LOLWKASF.

Meaning what exactly?

Laughing out loud while keeping a straight face.

Obviously. You guys can be really slow sometimes.

Step back.

I can't, I'm kind of sitting in a chair at the moment.

Oh, don't trouble yourself then.

So James, when are you going to ask Lily out?

WHAT?! I wasn't going to ask Evans out! What are you talking about? You're mental, you are. Nope. I'm not going to, sorry. No sir-ey. My love life is fine just how it is, thanks.

Ummm, just reminding you guys that I'm still here...

Woops, sorry Lily! I didn't know. I wouldn't have asked if I had.

Oh hey Evans. It's not like I don't find you attractive or anything but I'm not looking for anything really... sort of.

Prongs, just stop. It's hurts just watching you.

Love you too. Actually, I'd better listen to McGonagall if I want to pass the next exams.

See you, Prongs.

Ustedes apestan en espaƱol!

Meaning?

Look it up. Bye.

What a charming young man.

Man? *cough cough*

Well, it was either young man or old boy.

I reckon child fits him best.

Agreed.

How have you been with the Charms essay, Marlene?

*On another note between James and Sirius.*

G'day mate!

No.

No what?

Stop trying to be Australian. It doesn't suit you.

But I like it!

No.

Fine.

What happened?

Referring to...?

Why did you leave the others?

Your girlfriend asked me when I was going to ask Lily out.

Oh.

And Lily was there.

Oh.

Yeah.

Well, I guess it was about time.

For what?

For her to ask. I mean, you haven't asked Lily-flower in months.

Still, she should have seen that Lily was still in the conversation. It was just so embarrassing.

Naaa it's alright. I think the bird is starting to warm up to you.

You think? I don't agree.

Birds will be birds.

Enough about me, what about you?

I don't know, what about me?

Do you like that Marlene chick?

Hell to the no!

Really, Padfoot, really?

Ok fine. I do think she's fit.

Fit for what?

Oh you naughty boy.

I know, isn't it terrible? But siriusly speaking now, do you fancy her?

I guess. Just a tad bit maybe... sort of... possibly.

C'mon mate. When I first started taking a fancy to Evans, I told you straight off.

Yeah, you're right. If you really must know, then yes.

Like proper fancy her or just a fling?

I don't know yet.

Tell me when it gets interesting.

Sure. What's Minnie talking about now?

Minnie? Who's Minnie?

My new nickname for McGonagall.

Where'd you pick that up from?

It's original. I found out her first name was Minerva and presto! We have a nickname.

Nice one. Wanna try it out?

Hells yeah!

*Sirius raised his left arm and waved a bit to get professor McGonagall's attention.*

Professor McGonagall noticed Sirius' raised hand, sighed and responded with "Can I help you, ?".

"Oh sorry. I didn't notice you were busy. I'll talk to you later, Minnie." said the witty young man. The professor seemed a bit startled at the name and muffled laughs could be heard from the rest of the students in the room.

"Mr. Black, if you could be so kind as to address me as your professor." she replied.

"If you say so Minnie." said Sirius, leaning back in his chair and pushing away from the desk. He knew he had this one in the bag.

"Mr. Black, I do not wish you to call me by any form of my given name." said the stern professor very stiffly.

"But Minnie! It's such a beautiful name! Why do you wish to hide it from everybody?" answered Sirius. He was willing to have a detention for this, he found it entertaining.

"Please, Mr. Black. Stop this tomfoolery and return to your work." commanded professor McGonagall.

"Ok Minerva. If you insist." said Sirius as he sat up straight and picked up his quill. He dabbed it in the ink and began to write on a scrap piece of parchment, aware that all eyes were still keenly on him. "Note to self: don't call Minnie, Minnie in public. She only likes it when we're alone." he supposedly mumbled to himself as he wrote on the parchment. The class broke out in laughter as he folded the parchment and slipped it into his cloak. Professor McGonagall put on a strained smile and tried to maintain her composure.

"Mr. Black, may I please see that piece of parchment?" she asked. Sirius shook his head and leaned back on his chair, grinning.

"It's private, professor. I'd prefer to keep it away from the public's eyes, you know?" he replied. James swiftly reached into Sirius' robes and extracted the parchment.

"Here it is, professor!" he said loudly, showing it to her. "It says: Minnie likes it when you call her Minnie." A loud round of laughing and seal-clapping followed, but quickly ceased when the professor spoke again.

"Please hand it over, Mr. Potter." asked McGonagall, extending her arm to receive the small piece of parchment. James obliged and handed it to her. He turned to see Sirius sulking next to him with his arms crossed and a fake grumpy expression. Professor McGonagall crumpled up the parchment and used her wand to evaporate it into this air.

"Now. Mr. Black, I'll be seeing you after school for a detention. In my office by 3:30pm or it'll be two detentions on Friday." she said sternly.

"Yes Min- professor." answered Sirius. The class returned to normal and professor McGonagall began to resumed her lecture about something or other when the bell rang.

"Well, looks like I'm booked again this afternoon." stated Sirius, rising from his desk along with the others.

"With our Transfiguration teacher! Smooth one." James commented.

"Oh shut up." Sirius said.

"Never." replied James.

"Hey guys. What was all that about?" asked Remus with his book bag already packed and over his shoulder.

"Oh, nothing really. Just testing out a new nickname for Minnie." said Sirius.

"Was it really worth a detention?" asked Remus.

"Umm... yeah. I guess. It was entertaining enough." replied Sirius.

"Let's go. I'm starving!" stated Peter. James lead them out the door and into the busy corridor.

"Well, I hope you have fun with Minnie this afternoon." said Remus with a small grin.

"We'll have plenty of fun, don't you worry." answered Sirius with a smirk.

Over the tops of all the students, James spotted a flash a red hair gleaming in the sunlight. He smiled to himself and realised, hope was yet to be completely lost. Also, that he didn't really like Marlene McKinnon anymore.

THE END

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