Truth from an enemy
Professor Binns' class was always horrible and boring and it was even their last lecture of the day. Today was even worse as it had been the full moon only three days earlier, and his joints were a real bugger this month.
“Everyone remember to write 12 inches on the goblin wars between 1745-1763” said a monotone voice.
“If he wasn’t already a ghost I would have killed him!” Came from Peter right behind him, as they were all packing their bags.
“You say that every time Pete.” said James right after.
“But I’m right? You would like another teacher right prongs, one that wouldn’t make us fall asleep or make us have murder on our minds?”
“Well, I think so but I don’t want to outright Murder him if you get what I mean? Though I think Sirius would back you up on that. Wouldn’t you pads?”
“Eh?! Oh yeah I would kill him if I ever had the chance.” Sirius said half way out of the door bag over his shoulder. His hair was beginning to get some length, and all the girls were fawning over it all day every day. It was getting quite infuriating actually.
He was right behind James out the door when he realised that he had to return his book that was way overdue. Madam Pince was surely ready to give him a scolding for being late. But it was mostly that he had to get a fag, right now I he was gonna crash out.
He had just begun turning left towards the library while the rest of the marauders were going straight ahead when he heard James call.
“Oi! Moony, where do you think you’re going? We have prank planning and we need a good brain.” James had stopped and turned to the side when he realised that Remus wasn’t with them.
“Yeah yeah uhm, guys I just remembered that you, that book, yeah I have to uhm, quickly give it back or madam Pince is gonna kill me.” Remus said in a hurried voice. It wasn’t the whole truth though but they did Not need to know, as they were definitely not going to like his nicotine addiction.
“Uh huh,” James said in a sceptical voice. “W’ell just have to survive without a brain then. Come on lads.”
With that they turned away from him and he almost began sprinting to his so called fag break window.
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He always felt relieved after a fag. It was like a thousand pounds were lifted and he could finally think and feel properly again, but he wished he had someone to share his thoughts with. ‘Course he could talk with the marauders but not about this, not with anything to deep though, or he’d feel squirmish every time.
On his way to the library he was, walking with the book in hand so there was no way he could forget. He turned a corner to a corridor only three turns away from the library. He wasn’t alone, the last person in the world he would like to meet was now standing 6 feet in front of him.
“Going to try and kill me again loony,” It was Snape, the slimy, creepy Snape. “No James ‘the hero’ Potter to save you from being a murder now.”
"Excuse me?" He could feel the silver on Snape stinging his skin, even from far away.
Snape was slowly walking towards him, silver bracelet clearly visible on his left wrist. It made him want to throw up and peel all of his skin off, but Snape didn't need to know that so he kept his expression calm and collected.
"You heard me, werewolf:" He said the last word as if it was a slur, it properly was in his brain.