"Gold are your fingers, leaving traces everywhere you go." - Saint Mesa
-// PART THREE - FIFTH YEAR \\-
IN WHICH PLATONIC BECOMES NOT-SO-PLATONIC
OR
THE ONE WHERE EVERYTHING CHANGED
BOOK 2
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// SONG: bad guy, Billie Eilish \\
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"Quills down, please!" Professor Flitwick squeaked loudly, making all the students drop their quills with a mix of relieved or worried groans.
"That means you too, Macdonald!" he added as Mary hastily wrote more on her parchment. "Please remain seated while I collect your parchment! Accio!"
Every single roll of parchment from the examining class flew into the air and headed for Professor Flitwick's outstretched arms, knocking him backwards off his feet.
Frankie and a Hufflepuff rushed forwards and helped the Professor to his feet again. "Thank you..." he panted. "Very well, everybody, you're free to go!"
James grabbed the spare bit of parchment he had been doodling a Snitch on and scratched out the cheesy writing next to it before stuffing everything into his backpack.
He slung it over his shoulder and waited for his friends to join him. Remus arrived by the doors first, followed by a stumbling Peter being led by Sirius.
Apparently, for Andrea and Peter's last study session, Peter had smoked something he believed to be a cigarette, which it was not. And the only thing he remembered them reading together was that werewolves had fluffy ears.
Because of that, Mary had given him something for the stress right before the exam, and he was best pleased with himself.
"Did you like question ten, Moony?" Sirius chuckled, releasing Peter as they merged into the entrance hall. James tried to look around the two to find Andrea but saw her leaving the castle with the girls instead. He pouted as she went off with her other friends but snapped back as Remus started walking out, leaving him behind.
"Loved it," Remus answered with a chuckle. "'Give five signs that identify the werewolf'." "You think Minnie put that in just for us?" Sirius laughed loudly.
"D'you think you managed to get all the signs?" James asked, his tone full of mock concern.
"Think I did. One: He's sitting on my chair. Two: He's wearing my clothes. Three: His name is Remus Lupin," he joked along.
Peter furrowed his brows as his brain tried to process it all. "I got the snout shape, the pupils of the eyes, and the tufted tail," he said sluggishly, slowly ticking them off on his fingers.
James glared at him, mad he had wasted the exam on getting high. "But I couldn't think what else -"
"- How thick are you Wormtail?" he grumbled, showing very clearly what he thought of his friends 'extra-curriculars' outside their schoolwork. "You run around with a werewolf once a month –"
"- Keep your voice down," Remus snapped strictly as James' volume grew. James smashed his lips together, feeling stupid.
"Well, I thought that paper was a piece of cake," Sirius boasted proudly as they reached the edge of the Lake, settling around the tree they had quickly claimed as theirs.
