Oblivious | ᶠˡᵉᵃᵐᵒⁿᵗ ᴾ

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"Monty! Hurry up, class ended five minutes ago, and Binns won't be happy if we're late again!" Charlie Rowle exclaimed. Fleamont Potter was nearly finished his Wit-Sharpening Potion, he had finally, after a year of practice, memorized his revised recipe, and was doing the final test to see if his revisions had worked. Double potions, however, had finished five minutes earlier, and he still had not stirred it five and a quarter times. He pulled out his wand and placed it over the Cauldron.

"Oi! Relax mate..."

One stir...

"Binns doesn't even care if we..."

Two stirs...

"are late, he'll just keep..."

Three stirs...

"Droning on, as per..."

Four stirs....

"Usual."

Five stirs... and a quarter. The potion turned the perfect dark orange, and Fleamont poured it into a flask before handing it in to Professor Jigger, a young professor who had taken a liking to Fleamont and Charlus over the years.

"Very well done, Potter, full marks, as usual," the professor grinned, and checked something off on his parchment after placing the flask onto his desk, along with the others. Of all the completed potions, Fleamont's was the richest orange, and he smiled to himself as he gathered all his things and he and Charlus rushed to History of Magic, where Professor Binns, a man so old he could pass for a ghost, would read the textbook word per word, not allowing any students to participate or ask questions.

Binns didn't notice when they showed up two minutes after class started, as Fleamont predicted. Charlus looked grim as the two of them sat at their usual desk in the back of the class, next to their friend Wilbert Demetrius.

"Will, what did we miss?" Charlie Asked.

"Nothing, Binns was asleep until Francine woke him up about a minute ago. Then he picked up the book and started where we left off last class. Still talking about the goblin wars. Honestly, it's been two years and we're still learning the same rubbish, I should've dropped this class after I got my O.W.L."

"But we're almost done. It's been six and a half years, we can't drop it now. We've spent nearly half of our lives taking this course, we should just get our N.E.W.T. for it and then we'll never have to take it again. Besides, I want to get the most N.E.W.T.S in our year," Fleamont said. "And I have a good chance at it. The only people I'd have to beat are Demelza Yaxley and that Abraxus Malfoy fellow, and that shouldn't be too hard."

"You're forgetting someone," Will said.

"Sorry Will, didn't realize that you were in the top running for most N.E.W.T.s in our year," Fleamont scoffed. "How many O.W.L.s did you get in fifth year? Six?" He added with a laugh.

"Not me, Monty. You forgot Euphemia Constantine. She's in all your classes, I would've thought she'd be on the top of your list of people to beat," Will replied. "And for your information, I received seven O.W.L.s, which is two more than Char."

"Yes, but I dropped nearly half my classes," said Charlus. "I knew that I would never need bloody divination or Care of Magical Creatures, so why on earth would I waste my precious time? I'm surprised that Dippet let me."

"That's because you were Hogwarts' third top student in fourth year," Fleamont reminded him with a grin. "And I'm not taking complete credit, but you would have failed both transfiguration and potions if it weren't for me."

"Yeah, but you would've failed charms if it weren't for me," Wilbert scowled.

"Yes yes, we get it, if we all weren't friends, we would all be failing, but luckily enough for us, we are friends, and hopefully we'll stay that way. Now, if you two have finished your bickering, I'm trying to listen. Binns finally got to a new topic, and I'm trying to take notes." Charlus rolled his eyes as he scratched his quill along his piece of parchment on the shared desk. As the professor droned on about the witch burnings, Fleamont spent his time thinking of ways to speed up the process of brewing Polyjuice Potion. Over the span of the hour, he only came up with two possibilities. Vowing to test them in his potions kit later, Fleamont shoved his nearly empty paper into the pocket of his robes, collected his books, and left the classroom.

Fleamont, Charlus, and Wilbert made their way to the Great Hall for lunch, but were met halfway by Charlus' girlfriend, Marianne McGonagall.

"How was History of Magic?" Marianne asked the boys after placing a kiss on Charlie's cheek.

"Boring," Charlus replied as he grabbed ahold of her hand. "And how was Care of Magical Creatures?"

"Oh, it was fascinating. The new professor, Kettleburn, he's got loads of experience out on the field. He's even got a wooden leg because a wild dragon bit his off."

Fleamont grinned. "Of course Dippet hired another wackjob. I swear Dumbledore is more mad than a bloody hatter."

"You're just upset because your divination mark is lower than usual."

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