You Fixed Me-A wolftstar muggle world fanfic

Class - Chapter 1

     ~Remus~

              I couldn't concentrate, all I could think about is the eyes, burning into the back of my skull like fire, making me feel self conscious. I sneak a look around and see him, his black hair falling into his eyes as he sheepishly looks away, damn he's hot, I think, and quickly turn back around. I pull on the cuffs of my scratchy school jumper, looking back at the teacher, who, I presume is trying to project some sort of powerpoint on the board, judging from the words that keep on flickering on and off it , barely readable. The projector hasn't worked since 1990, and of course with the public school funding being spent on something else, it's not entirely clear what, but it probably won't be fixed until after we leave. 

            I look at my watch - 2:45 - it reads, I sigh, 15 more minutes. I feel the eyes on my head again, and I wonder if I should turn to look at his face, but I decide against it, looking at my book instead and I realise that I haven't written a single word in it since the start of the class, thats not like me, at all. I love class. Its better then breaks, and I sound like a complete nerd by saying that but its true, here, in Hogwarts, my school, class IS better then break. At break times everyones crowded into the corridors, as the small strip of land at the back is pretty much as abysmal as inside, apart from when it's not raining ,which is very rare, then it's ok, I suppose, but it's so crowded that it better inside. But I can't exactly say inside is fun either. As I said, it's crowded and pretty cold, as the heater is never on, even in winter. But the main reason is to get anywhere in this school, you need at least one friend, which if you haven't guessed, I'm kind of lacking at the moment. Now don't get me wrong, It's not like the school is full of bullies, sure, theres a few spiteful people, like Severus Snape, for example, he will generally leave you alone, but if you dare hang out with James Potter and his mates, you are pretty much dead in his eyes. Talking about James Potter, thats where I swear I've seen the guy behind me before. With him. I sigh, and turn back to the teacher, but I don't understand a word she's saying because I haven't been listening, and because the board is pretty much unreadable, It's impossible to catch up, so I look back at my watch. 2:58. Two more minutes. I stare out the window and the rain is hammering hard on the window, I'm glad I brought my jacket. People are starting to fidget with their bags. I pull on my short, sandy hair lightly, twisting it round my finger because I'm bored. I hope the bell will ring. It sometimes doesn't, it's unpredictable, it doesn't have a set pitch either, it can be low, or as high as a dog whistle, but its never the same. Thats the only thing you can rely on the bell being. Never the same. 

          I hear the bell ring, it's so high I can't believe anybody can hear it, but they do, people immediately talking over the teacher, grabbing backpacks from the feet of their desks, bring out phones, and running out of class. I turn to see the boy behind me, but he's gone, and I don't think much of it, he probably had somewhere to be. So I pick up my bag, its blue and patterned with constellations and a wolf, I got it years ago, and it's quite frayed, but I can't bring myself to throw it away. I sling it round my shoulders, pull the cuffs of my jumper, and walk out. The corridor is chaos, James Potter is kicking a football (Hi American readers! If you aren't American, read on, but what I mean by a football is what, I think, is what you call a soccer ball, I know, unnecessary detail, but carrying on!) at the light fixture, I don't what the hell his intention was, but I wasn't about to question it, a gang of people doing something incredibly sketchy next to the maths classroom, and people, of course, running in the corridors. I get to the door, and, seeing its still raining, get my coat from out of my rucksack, and shrug it over my shoulders, pulling up the zip and hood and stepping outside.

         I'm walking along the street, shuddering with cold and not being able to get that boy behind me in class out my mind. I know that my favourite cafe, Tom's is up the street, it would take me only a few minutes to walk there and get a hot chocolate, and I don't have to be home for a while anyway. So I continue walking, the rain landing on my hood, making that really annoying sound that it makes. I turn into the doorway of the cafe, tug on the cuffs of my jumper, and walk inside.

       Hi guys! If you've made it this far, good job! I'll probably post the next chapter in a few days, because school starts again next week for me, I'll try and get as many chapters as I can out. Yes Tom Riddle may or may not own a cafe in this series, don't question my mind. But anyway, have a lovely day or night guys! I just realised, I don't know if you can see it, but I accidentally added a second chapter already, theres nothing actually there!

See you next millennium.