𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗔𝗭𝗞𝗔𝗕𝗔𝗡 [𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍]

Chapter Thirty Three: S.S. Quidittch

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This year's sorting felt like the longest sorting in history to Sirius. And he wasn't exaggerating much as there were more newcomers than ever.

Before the sorting started, the Hat sang a song Sirius had already forgotten the lyric to, but was about this being the most important time for the four houses to put aside their differences and work together.

Sirius and James looked over at the Slytherin table at that, specifically at Rabastan and Severus. "Fat chance." they said at the same time.

"You're not even trying." Remus sighed.

The Welcoming Feast was as spectacular as ever and the Marauders ate enough to make up for the nine weeks they spent away from Hogwarts (although Mrs. Potter was a superb cook).

Dumbledore stood up after desert was over and cleared his throat. "Welcome to another year at lovely Hogwarts." he said and opened his arms wide as if to embrace everybody in the Great Hall. He took time to adjust his half-moon spectacles before continuing. "Those of you from year three to five have noticed an additional subject on your lists."

The Hall erupted with murmurs at that but Dumbledore held up his hand for quite and the murmers died down.

He then held out his hand to a young petite woman sitting next to Professor Filtwick and helped her to her feet. "We have welcomed a new teacher to Hogwarts this year." he announced. "This is Professor Cerci Djinn, Divination teacher."

The woman, standing just a little above Dumbledore's elbow, gave the students a lazy smile and waved, moving her hand only at the wrists. She was dressed in the most peculiar way too, with harem pants big enough to be circus tents that narrowed at the ankles and enough bangles and rings to start a small jewelry shop.

"What is it with her pants?" said James. "You could make three pants and two shirts from that."

"I can't believe Dumbledore agreed to this?" Remus interrupted with disgust.

"Wow, Moony." said James and whistled. "Never thought I'd live to see you complain about school."

"It's Divination, James." deadpanned Remus. "Literally the stupidest branch of Magic."

"Prefects shouldn't go around spreading this kind of words." Sirius scolded Remus with an exaggerated finger wag and Remus rolled his eyes at him. "Besides, it's the Ministry who decided we should take Divination this year."

Remus scoffed. "Since when has Dumbledore followed the Ministry's curriculum? There's something going on here."

Remus' rant was drowned out by Dumbledore's introduction of their newest Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, this one making the third one they've had since Professor Galatea Merrythought retired in their third year, causing some to believe the job is cursed.

"Let's hope this one makes it longer than a year." James said, scraping his chair loudly as he got up.

"Remus." Lily called while they were just about to leave the Great Hall with the rest of the fifth years.

"Yes, Lily?" answered Remus and turned to face her.

She simply said, "You're a prefect."

"Yeah. I noticed. The badge, you know." he said and pointed at his chest.

"Good." she said and nodded her head. "I was afraid you might have missed it. And as a prefect you are expected to come with me to show these bright young witches and wizards to their dormitories."