𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗔𝗭𝗞𝗔𝗕𝗔𝗡 [𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍]

Chapter Thirty Five: Little Did They Know

‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ ･⋆✵⋆･ ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾

First Divination class of the term. Two words. Not fun.

To start with, getting to the class was a major pain in the arse for the Marauders. It was like first year all over again as the Divinations classroom was in a part of the castle not even Sirius and James had bothered to explore yet.

"A map would be bloody useful right about now." grumbled James, shutting the door of the classroom he'd just pocked his head into furiously because it was the wrong one. "One that includes all the secret passageways and stuff. Ohh. And also tells you when Filch or one of the teachers are lurking near by so you don't get caught when you're up to some good natured mischief."

"Good natured mischief?" laughed Remus. "But that's easier said than done. The map, I mean." he added and he looked like he was really considering what James just said. "It would require many complex charms and it would never be complete because according to Hogwarts, A History there are parts of the castle that are unplottabel. Even on magical maps-"

Remus' thoughts were interrupted when there was a squeal followed by the snickering of the portraits that lined the stairwell.

Peter had fallen through one of the trick steps that disappeared, after Sirius and Remus had passed. James was left behind alone to help him.

"Stop squirming, Wormtali. I'm trying to help you here. Work with me." James scolded as he tugged Peter out of his loafer.

"Let's ask for directions." said Remus and approached the portrait of a short man in an armor standing next to a little fat pony. "Excuse me, mister. Can you tell us where the Divinations classroom is?"

"It's Sir Codigan. Not Mister, you dishonorable scum." screamed the short knight and brandished a sword at Remus's nose. Sir Codigan went on to call Remus many unflattering archaic names while Peter's whines continued in the background.

It wouldn't exactly be anyone's favorite song, Sirius concluded. "This is exactly why men don't ask for directions." he murmured.

"You are not men." roared Sir Codigan, cursing under his breath when his visor clanged shut. He flipped it open and started yelling again. "Men don't ask for directions or help. Men don't depend on others. Stand and fight, you dogs." he started screaming when Sirius and Remus began to slowly inch away from the small demented man.

"Dogs?" Sirius said, stopping in his tracks and turning to Remus with a smirk. "I think he's onto me and you, Moony."

"That's right. Yes." said Sir Codigan, trying to mount his pony and epically failing. He awkwardly pulled himself to his feet and brandished his sword again. "You should be scared. For I, Sir Codigan, first of my name, shall . . ."

"Oh, shut up, you smudge on the human race." barked the portrait of a thin faced woman next to Sir Codigan's. "As if you could even win a duel against that ugly pony of yours."

"My lady, Violet. This does not concern you." said Sir Codigan as calmly as he could.

"Of course it does, you midge. I'm the one who has to sit here all day and listen to you be a royal moron every day. Now shut your mouth or I'll come over and shut it for you like I did the last time." she said all in one breath then turned to Sirius and Remus with a sweet smile. She gave them directions laced with more insults directed towards Sir Codigan and his "cheap" chainmail.

"Thank you, ma'am." smiled Remus before calling on James and Peter to tell them the good news.

The boys followed Violet's directions to a small trapdoor built into the ceiling. It was accessible through a rickety silver ladder that didn't look like it could hold their weight but did when put to the test.