Four To The End (prev Shifting Lines) Book Three (Marauders Era)

Chapter Sixty-One - Hogsmeade! Officially

Author's note: sorry about any grammar issues in this one, my beta/editor was unable to get to this chapter in time so I tried my best haha

CW: mention of underage drinking

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Because Remus had missed so much of the studying with Jean-Marie due to detention, they agreed to meet on Friday when they both had a free period. After Potions and History (neither of which Sirius wore his glasses to, and he still hadn't told James and Peter), Remus ran to the library for the session. Jean-Marie was already there, twirling his wand between his fingers and drumming his other fingers against the table.

"I'm not late, am I?" Remus asked, sliding into a seat.

Jean-Marie dropped his wand and quickly picked it up again, smiling. "No, no. You are on the time. It is good to see you again, it has been... a... while?" Remus nodded to show that was the right way to put it. "You were sick, and then having detention. A lot of detention."

Remus pulled Jean-Marie's notes over to look at them. "Hazards of b-being friends with James and Sirius."

"Hazard? I have not heard this word."

"It means..." Remus glanced up, trying to think of the best way to explain. "Danger."

"It is danger being friends with them?"

"It can be," he admitted, tucking some hair back behind his ear.

Jean-Marie put his elbow on the table and his chin against his fist, still smiling. "They are trouble."

"Oh yes, very much so."

"You are trouble too," he stated and Remus wriggled a little. "I have hear things."

Remus coughed politely. "Erm, it—it would either be 'I have heard things' or 'I hear things'. Heard means... ah, entendu que." Heard that. "While hear is present tense so... j'entends." Hear that.

Jean-Marie shook his head. "Every day I find something new. English is still very confu...sing?"

"That is right, both the w-word and what you mean," Remus said, laughing a bit.

"I hear things," he said with a nod. "And see, too. You would be like Professeure Allard. She at Beauxbatons teach...es... ahhh, you have not it here. Heal. How to heal. She is smart, like you, and also funny. She makes trouble. Une fois, elle est entrée dans la classe avec des pansements partout et nous a demandé de les enlever et quand nous le faions, elle n'etait plus là. Elle a sauté de le cagibi pour nous faire peur!"

Remus covered his mouth to quiet his laughter over the story. One time she comes into class wearing bandages all over and asks us to remove them and when we do, she is not there. She jumps out of the storage room to scare us!

"If you become professor, that is like how you will be," Jean-Marie said with a nod.

Remus bit his bottom lip, still trying not to laugh too hard. I wish I could be a teacher! Of course he couldn't explain why he couldn't so instead he said, "My father said there were d-different classes at Beauxbatons, ones we don't have here. It'd be nice to—to have some of them. I know Flitwick w-will teach basic healing l-later but... we should have that be a proper class." Healing would have been a much better option for electives than Arithmancy! "What was your favorite class there? Is it the—the same here?"

He shook his head. "It was Heal spells there, that is what I liked. I would like to be in a healing job. Would it be wrong to say I prefer Defense here, with Oncle Sylvain?"