Lori dozed off at some point during the night, because she woke up to Irene shaking her.
"Get up, Lori! You'll be late for Defense Against the Dark Arts," she shook her yawning best friend.
Lori immediately jumped up. She ran upstairs, threw her uniform on, and rushed down to the Great Hall with Irene. By the time they got there, the bell had rung. Lori grabbed toast and bacon and stuffed it into her pockets- she would be eating it during class. She grabbed a bottle of pumpkin juice, chugged it, then ran off to Professor Wiggentop's classroom.
William Wiggentop was a strange professor. He believed that Hufflepuffs should wear garlic necklaces and custard earrings, Slytherins cheerios bracelets and dirt scarves, Ravenclaws paper headbands and ink rings, and Gryffindors sparkling bowties and cotton socks,you know, for protection against the Nargles. In the middle of class, he would always shout "GAH! THOSE NARGLES PENETRATED MY NOSTRILS!" while waving his arms. A few Gryffindors and Ravenclaws would snigger at his movement.
Today,however, Professor Wiggentop wasn't here today. His chair was empty, his usual cuppa steamy tea was cold, his chalkboard missing it's usual writing. Murmurs and whispers broke throughout the crowd of Gryffindors and Ravenclaws.
"What happend to Professor Wiggentop?" a Gryffindor asked.
Michael stood up and started to explain.
"Well, you see, Professor Wiggentop was obviously here in the morning, for his cup of tea is sitting on his desk. Now, considering his lunatic beliefs and the current dark events going on outside of Hogwarts, it is safe to conclude that Professor Wiggentop has either gone from insane to lunatic and been carried off to St. Mungo's, or he has been taken by the Dark Lord and his followers,"he said, continuing to state his useless point.
"Go home terrorist!"Irene shouted. The class laughed when Michael cast Irene a stern look, who immediately looked away and act like she didn't do it.
Michael shot a glare her way before he sat down. As if on cue, the doors to the classroom swung open. Lori and Irene, who had begun eating their bacon and toast, immediately stuffed the leftovers into their bag. Red converse marched on the floor. A trench coat followed a man in his signature blue suit. His brown hair was ruffled, as usual, and brown eyes looked through a pair of black glasses. Lori regonized him immediately.
"Mornin',class. I'm Professor Smith. Open your books to page 394," Lori sniggered at the Doctor's fake name.
"No sniggerin'!"he said, looking down at his suitcase as he tried to figure out how to open it. While no one was looking, he took out his sonic screwdriver and, with a simple click and a whirring sound, the suitcase opened. He tucked it into his breast pocket, took out lined parchments and handed them out, making sure every student got one.
Everyone gaped at the strange parchment. They always had blank parchment, but they've never even thought of lined parchement. Irene moved the paper in several directions as she spoke to Lori.
"Is this a muggle artifact?"
Lori didn't hear, for she was holding he paper up in the air with both hands and squinting at it.
"Yes, it is," the Doctor answered.
"Now, I will be taking roll-call. When I call your name, please raise your hand and say 'here'," the Doctor whipped out a scroll and called out various names.
"Alexander Bartoise."
"Here."
"Michael Cessna."
"Here."
"Irene Damielle."
"Wassup?" Irene began twirling her parchment.
"Irene."
Irene grunted. "Here."
"Lori Damielle."
"Present."
"Lori Damielle!"
Lori reluctantly responded to his call with 'here'.
After a dozen more calls, with Leslie Moriarty and Resirus Jackson absent, the Doctor begun to lecture them on Werewolves, the signs of becoming one, and what to do if you run into them, while they took notes.
Irene, however, was enchanting her own rolls of parchment to either fly around, play a game of Quidditch with another parchment, or sing and dance. The Doctor seemed oblivious to it until the singing got louder.
"Irene, put those parchments away. Detention and 5 points from Gryffindor,"the Doctor said. Lori raised an eyebrow. The Doctor wasn't acting like himself. He wasn't acting like the one who would beg Lori to enchant feathers to do crazy stuff or show her his little mechanical tools.
"If you give her one, give me one as well."
"As you wish. Both of you, detentions."
The bell rang and the two girls quickly packed their stuff and were the first ones to leave. The Doctor shot Lori an apologetic look as she left for Transfigurations.
Lori, Irene, Jesse, and Sheldon met up at lunch by theisolated Quidditch pitch, and with the help of Michael, became animagus. Lori became a unicorn, Irene a phoenix, Sheldon a hippogriff, and Jesse a owl.
"Use your animagus form in case of an emergency, like death, or worse, expulsion,"Michael warned them. Lori sighed. Apparently, expulsion is worse than death.
The four agreed and the five friends left for the Great Hall.
Lori and Irene recieved notices of when their detentions will be.
Friday,October 29, 1971 at 8:30.
The girls looked at one another. Of course, it would be with the Doctor. Speaking of the Doctor...
"Hey guys," the Doctor squeezed his way to the seat in between Irene and Lori.
"Hi..."both of the gingers' voices drifted off.
"Look, sorry about what happend in class. Dumbledore asked me to take over for Will's class until he gets back. And he specifically told me not to favor you two,"he said, leaning in,"between the three of us, you two are my favorite students." Lori beamed and Irene smirked, saying something about "obviously we are".
A small explosion went off behind Lori. She turned around and saw the Slytherin table, black with ash. She noticed one student, a first year with a long hooked nose and greasy black hair, was the only one coveredin ash as smoke rose above him. The sound of laughter filled the hall. Four Gryffindors, first years as well, were laughing and pointing at him.
The Gryffindor with untidy black hair and round glasses stood up.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Pranksters and Nerds, Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws and Slytherins, we give you the Maruaders!"