The Stag and the Doe

Chapter Thirty-Seven- In All of His Life

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Chapter Thirty-seven: In All of His Life

Rewind to a rather dreary and sweltering Tuesday morning of September 1973

"This is utter rubbish!" Remus Lupin hissed in disgust.

James snorted as he swirled his teacup. "Oh come, on Rem, it's not that bad. It says right here in this teacup that you will have a great summer holiday in Wales."

Remus glared at him, "I hate Wales. My aunt smells like old mildew and my uncle makes us watch reruns of old game shows from the fifties. You can smell the hairspray from the telly."

"Hey," Sirius Black said fluffing his hair self-consciously, "hairspray is an important part of making sure you look your best, Mr.-I-wouldn't-know-hair-care-if-it-hit-me-in-my-bed-head-Remus."

Remus gasped, "Okay, my hair is bad but not as bad as James'."

Sirius assessed the hazel-eyed boy beside him. "Yeah, you're right, I take it back. Your hair may be overly fluffy, but it is not as unkempt as Jamesie boy here."

James pointed at Remus discouragingly. "Hey, just 'coz you are up in arms about signing up for all of the optional classes-"

"Nearly all of them," Remus corrected. "They wouldn't let me take muggle studies because they said it's too much and I don't need since I'm a half blood."

James continued as if he hadn't been interrupted.

"And just because you happen to suck Hippogriff balls at divination, does not give you the right to make fun of my hair."

Sirius chortled, "You really do suck at this Remus. But maybe, that's not why you're so angry, its because I happen to be wicked amazing in a class you aren't."

Remus opened his mouth, undoubtedly to say something clever and rude, but was stopped by a shrill voice.

"Oh dear! Your cup dear boy, oh Merlin your cup!"

Remus held in a long and exasperated sigh.

Their Divination teacher, the owner of the shrill cry, was very old, very weird, and very strange looking. Her wrinkles had wrinkles, her hair was a mess of white frizz (Remus would swear that there were twigs in them), and her hands were spider like. Her glasses were smaller than her eyes, which gave off a completely freaky look, her robes covered her small frame entirely (thank God, Remus would probably hurl if they weren't), and she shuffled carefully over pillow like seats. She and the room stunk heavily of incense and drifted through the room as if she were dancing with the spirits she claimed to see.

God, Remus hated Divination.

Remus looked at professor Fraud, yes Remus snickered at that too, and barely contained another sigh.

"What's wrong with my cup, professor?" Remus asked kindly.

She tore it from his grasp and held it up to his face. Remus prepared himself for another long-winded and stupid prophecy.

She drew in a breath and said, "Great and terrible suffering shall befall you!"

Remus tried not to bark out a laugh. Something worse than being lying to your friends and being a possible danger to them? Remus didn't think so.

"Oh really?" Remus asked in mock intrigue. "When will this truly horribly terror happen?"

She took his false care seriously.