Class of 1978

Chapter 2: Rejections, Reactions and Experimentations

When Rome's in ruins, we are the lions

Free of the coliseum

In poison places, we are the anti venom

We are the beginning of the end

(Young Volcanoes- Fall Out Boy)

"Sirius you absolute dolt!"

Laughing, the dolt in question said nothing, merely shrugged and pushed his hands in his pockets. The four had just crossed the doorway and were now making their way into the Great Hall. Remus looked quite amused with the whole situation, Peter's shoulders were shaking as he unsuccessfully tried to hide his bubbling laughter but James was positively fuming. He ran his hand through his hair in agitation.

"I'm serious!"

"No I am!"

"That got old in first year," Remus said, shaking his head fondly.

"Not for me." Another shrug.

"I know you're completely daft sometimes," James hissed. "But couldn't you have told me that Evans was there too?"

"I didn't see her," was the reply. "You know how short she is."

"And you're blind!"

"Nah that's you."

"Speaking of," Peter interrupted, gesturing with a shake of his head. "Look who's here."

James jerked around to see the redhead walking in with Hestia and Dorcas. She was laughing but as soon as her green eyes landed on him, it faded away and her eyes narrowed.

James felt his stomach drop. Yup she definitely hates me.

But, being James Potter, he gave it a shot anyway. "Hey Evans-"

She pointed her wand at him. Unfortunately he had just then taken a step forward.

And he promptly slipped on the little puddle she had magicked there, landing face first on the stone floor.

Laughter exploded behind him, loud and of course at his expense. He groaned, "I guess I deserved that."

He raised his head slightly to see that mane of red red hair fly behind her as she strolled into the Great Hall.

"And," he added as he stood up. "You deserve this."

Sirius Black now had green hair.

"You've changed over the summer Si," came a familiar voice. Grinning like a Cheshire Cat, Michelle Beauregard walked up to them. "I think you're taller."

"Oh hardy har har," he grumbled, trying to hide the neon colour with his hands. "You think you're so hilarious. And you Potter, fuck you. You know the hair is off limits!"

James laughed, twirling his wand between his fingers. "I think the colour suits you."

"The green brings out your eyes," Remus agreed, a huge grin plastered on his face.

Sirius narrowed his eyes. "You all are dead to me." He shoved his hand into his pocket, rummaging for his wand. "What the- where's my wand?!"

"Oh you mean this?" Michelle asked innocently, dangling the object in front of his face. With a laugh she pocketed it when he tried to snatch it back. "My, I'm hungry, aren't you? C'mon the sorting's about to start." With that she skipped off.

"Give me my wand back!"

She tossed something at him. He caught it with practiced ease but groaned when he saw what it was; a hat.