Anxiety [hp]

- 1.6

[It is morning at Hogwarts, Harry and Ron are running in the corridors, because they are late for Transfiguration class. In the class, a tabby cat is sitting on a desk. Harry and Ron rush in; Hermione rolls her eyes in annoyance because they're late for class. Avery and Jasper are sitting on her left giggling, while Ariel and Amara are sitting behind them shaking their heads.]

Ron: Whew, we made it. Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?

[The cat jumps off the desk and transforms into Professor McGonagall, on-screen for the first time. The two boys are amazed.]

"MINNIE!" The Marauders yell, the professor just playfully rolls her eyes.

Ron: That was bloody brilliant. [Jasper snorts]

"Never gets old." Ron mutters."

McGonagall: Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Perhaps if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocketwatch, that way one of you might be on time.

Harry: We got lost. [Avery fights back a chuckle and whispers 'so clueless'.]

Harry looked mockingly hurt while Avery grins widely and says, "Did I lie?"

McGonagall: Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats.

The Marauders were chuckling until they saw the future generations' smirks.

"Do you guys...?" Sirius trailed off nodding his head as a hint.

"I solemnly swear that we have no idea what you're talking about, Padfoot." Jasper smirks, making the Marauders eyes widen.

"Third movies boys." Avery winks.

"Our legacy continues boys." James gaped.

[Later on, inside Snape's potions classroom, the students are chattering, sitting near steaming cauldrons. The door slams open and Snape comes rushing in.]

"Why so bloody dramatic, Sev?" Evan teased.

"Right! I'm the dramatic one!" Barty exaggerated, making Snape roll his eyes.

Snape: There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few... [looks at Draco, who smiles] who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper... [Draco looks on] in death. [Draco raises his eyebrows. Snape sees Harry, writing what Snape said in his lecture down, in, his view, not paying attention.] Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confidant enough to not...pay...attention.

"He was just taking notes!" Lily yelled at her ex friend who slouched in his seat.

[Hermione nudges Harry, finally making him look up to the Professor. Snape then walks to where he can speak to Harry more properly.] Mr. Potter. Our...new...celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood? [Hermione raises her hand. Harry shrugs.] You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?

"That's not even a first year question!" Remus shouted.

[Hermione's hand raises again. This time Ariel and Amara raise their hands.]