Chapter 11 : Comfort Level Down and Confusion Level Up
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Note: This story was written many years ago. As the author, I do not wish for you to think that my writing style is this sloppy or that I have no grasp on Mary-Sues or clichés. If I could go back and re-write this story and take out elements that some may find overdone, I would. Please plug through this if you find it somewhat interesting as I assure you that the actual writing gets better. Thanks!
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While eating breakfast, everyone was waiting for me to hurry up so we wouldn't be late for class.
Unfortunately, none of my friends wanted to be late, and the only one who waited for me was none other than Sirius.
"Kris, we should get going," Sirius urged.
I laughed. "Since when do you care about being late?"
I slurped in a sip of my milk, my eyes averted intently with Sirius's.
"Since that Professor Ryan is out to get me!" Sirius said, defending himself.
I almost choked on my milk; I wanted to laugh so badly.
"Padfoot, that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard," I chuckled, finishing my pancakes.
"What?" Sirius blurted quizzically. "It's true, he doesn't like me."
"Why wouldn't he like you?" I inquired, daring him to answer.
"I don't know. He just doesn't..." Sirius shrugged.
I shook my head, gulping down the last drops of milk in the simple water goblet, and I stood.
"Finally, let's go!" Sirius grabbed my arm.
"Sirius, we have--" I checked the time quickly, and I found my eyes widening. "--Oh my God, we have three minutes to get there!"
"Duh, now let's go!" Sirius dragged me. The only people left in the Great Hall were the people with free periods after breakfast.
"Geez, you didn't even let me grab my bag!" I said, slipping from his powerful grasp.
I retrieved my bag while Sirius kept repeating, "Hurry up!" By then I made it to the Entrance Hall. Sirius's hand found its way to my arm again.
"I don't see why you think Professor Ryan hates you," I said, making my way through a door, leading us to the Grand Staircase's room.
"Oh come on, you see the way he always glares at me during and after class! It's mad," Sirius said as we both ran up the stairs, making it to the second floor for Charms.
Just then, we heard the bell ring.
"Shit, we're late!" Sirius bellowed as his pace grew.
"Sirius, chill out, the most he'll do is take away house points! Sheesh..." I tried calming him down, which didn't quite work.
"No, he'll probably give us detention or something. He's evil!" Sirius said, now getting a bit over-dramatic.
"He's not that bad," I laughed.
"Easy for his favorite student to say," he informed me.
"Please, I'm not his favorite student," I said as we made it to the Charms classroom door.
I burst it open loudly. All eyes were on Sirius and me.
"Sorry we're late, Sir, won't happen again," I stated cautiously, walking to my seat.
Professor Ryan smiled and then nodded.
"No need to call me 'Sir,' Professor Ryan will do."
His smile faded as he watched Sirius try to innocently sit down next to James.
"Sirius Black," Ryan said, his hands in his robes pockets.
"Yes, Professor?" Sirius answered, stopping dead in his tracks, twirling around.
"Call me Sir, please," Professor Ryan said. Sirius stole a glance over at me, while I snuck one over at him, both of our facial expressions radiating confusion... Okay, so I was slightly amused for a few seconds.
Sirius turned his attention back to Professor Ryan as the professor continued speaking.
"Detention. Tonight. Don't be late again," he cooed, gesturing for Sirius to take a seat.
Sirius's jaw dropped while the Marauders, Lily, and Amber's did as well, including mine.
The rest of the class just snickered, especially the Slytherins.
"But, Sir, Kris was late, too!" Sirius said, not sitting down. He was still standing in the same spot he had stopped at.
"Kris said that she was sorry," he shrugged, making Sirius's temper rise.
"Umm, Sir?" I interrupted, raising my hand.
"It's Professor," Ryan said. I did my best to hide an eye roll. I had always thought Professor Ryan to be a pretty cool guy, so why was he being so hateful toward Sirius?
"Right... Professor?" I repeated in a slightly bothered tone.
"Yes?" Fortunately, he had either not captured my irritation, or he just chose to ignore it.
"Maybe you could be a little bit more -- now don't take this the wrong way, but... Maybe you can be nicer to Sirius? Maybe give him a warning instead?" I tested hesitantly.
Ryan contemplated, and in the end, he nodded.
Sirius gave me a look of sheer amazement as he sat down. Professor Ryan had just finished up with attendance and began teaching.
In the middle of class, I had the desire to pass Sirius a note, but I didn't want him to get caught with it.
It seemed as though Sirius was thinking along the same lines, and he knew Ryan just "adored" me. Ultimately, he didn't think I was going to get caught with one if he sent one over to me.
Just as Professor Ryan was talking about the new charm we would be learning while writing the incantation on the board, a note levitated into my lap.
I looked over at Sirius and smiled, carefully un-wrinkling the parchment.
In Sirius's handwriting and black ink, the note read:
Hey, thanks for saving my arse. I wouldn't be able to stand detention with this loser. And what's with him making me call him 'sir' and making everyone else call him Professor..?
I told you he hates me. But noooo, you didn't believe me, A.K.A. Mr. Innocent! You talented people think you're so special and right all the time. Just kidding. Live on the edge and write back!
I read the note and tried not to laugh while Sirius just grinned over at his seat.
It was really a shame that Professor Ryan wasn't like Professor Binns. Because Professor Binns would've never caught us.
"Oh, hey, cool, a note! Mind if you fill me in on what is so funny?" Professor Ryan said to me in a sick, sarcastic tone of voice.
My heart sank, and then my face glowed with pride at the idea I got.
"Professor, what are you talking about? This is just a piece of parchment I took notes on," I lied innocently. I wasn't a very good liar, but at that moment in time, I did really try.
"Oh, really? Then why is it scrunched up in a ball like that if you were using it to take notes on? And why are you laughing? Let me see it."
Obviously, I didn't want to give it to him.
Five seconds without me budging--
"Let me see it," he repeated.
All of a sudden, I felt the paper grow hot and then cool down. I scrunched my eyebrows and then looked into Professor Ryan's eyes. He was waiting expectantly.
He gave me his hand, and then I stared at it unknowingly. I -- once again -- looked over at Sirius, everyone's eyes on me. Sirius nodded, making me confused. I felt my face grow hot and fairly uncomfortable.
"Uh..." I sighed. I skeptically looked back at Ryan, and then I finally handed it to him. Something I normally wouldn't do, you might say, but when a teacher asks you to do something, you do it. Even I knew that. Plus, Sirius nodded his head... Why would he do that? Why would he smile and nod like that?
Professor Ryan opened the scrunched up parchment I slipped into his outstretched hand and skimmed through it.
His brows furrowed in confusion.
"Why were you so hesitant," he began plopping the parchment down on my desk, "to give me this? Well, I guess you weren't lying, after all."
My eyes widened, and I, too, furrowed my eyebrows.
The parchment had class notes on it about the charm we were learning that day and what it did when properly performed.
Professor Ryan was still looking at me, and I looked back up at him and said, "Of course, Professor, I never lie."
His eyes narrowed as his eyebrows raised, and he went back to teaching with an amused expression.
I looked back down at the parchment because I felt that same burning, that same hot sensation as I held it.
I saw the words and letters rearrange themselves into Sirius's handwriting and the note he passed to me.
I gasped quietly, but nobody seemed to notice.
I turned my head and looked over at Sirius as the parchment cooled down.
He smirked and waved.
Then I understood and smiled back.
Sirius put a charm on the parchment, making it turn into class notes if Professor Ryan came close to or did read it! Genius... I thought with a smirk.
I mouthed back to him, no actual words emitting from my mouth, "You still owe me." He gave me a toothy grin and went back to talking to James instead of paying attention.
Despite the fact that I would have a fifty-fifty chance of getting caught or not, I replied to Sirius's note because I felt very much like a Gryffindor in that instant.
I wrote quietly as Professor Ryan continued babbling about a charm I already knew how to do. Heck, I knew how to do seventy percent of what he'd be teaching because I tried most of the spells and charms over the summer after going to Diagon Ally to buy my school materials.
Sorry, I know, you were right! He always seemed so nice, in my [ex] opinion. He didn't even give me detention or anything for not listening to him the first time. How discriminatory.
Even though you thought you were saving me, I was the one that saved you, I didn't know the parchment was charmed, you should've mentioned! I didn't want you getting detention so I tried lying for you, aren't I nice? Hahaha.
So, really, you still owe me. I tried to save your butt twice today, and it's only first period. You're a dumb arse!
As I finished writing the note while continually looking up to see if the teacher was staring at me or something of the like, I looked over at Sirius. He looked back at me. He knew I had been writing back.
Let's hope Sirius doesn't get caught like me... I took my wand out and levitated the note over to him, but not in an obvious fashion, and I hid my wand under my desk as I levitated the charmed parchment.
That time, nobody noticed Sirius and I passing notes, but Lily (on my right side) noticed and told me that I should stop, but I just ignored her rich advice.
Sirius read my note and grinned in a cheesy way again.
Before I knew it, Professor Ryan assigned the homework and the bell rang.
I rapidly gathered my things, but as I was getting up, I saw Sirius at the door with... Lana?!?
He was looking rather uncomfortable as the pretty blonde tried to flirt with him.
My blood bubbled in a natural reaction.
What a bitch! I thought. Or maybe I wasn't thinking at all.
"Kris, can I speak with you, please?" Professor Ryan asked, snapping me out of my hate daze.
I turned around and ceased narrowing my eyes.It doesn't take a mirror to tell me that my eyes are red. I'm as angry as a riotous wildfire! The Professor stared slightly at my eyes, confirming the change in color, but just shook his head and snapped out of his short-lived daze.
"Yes?" I said in agitation, sitting back down while glancing towards the door... I was not really paying so much attention to Ryan.
"I know you were lying in class today, and I know that parchment was charmed," he said flatly. "I am the Charms Professor for a reason, you see."
My mind shook. Crap... Did Sirius really think that the Charms master wouldn't notice that the parchment was charmed?! Why didn't I even think of it? My eyes widened, and my intestines were doing back flips and front flips on my insides. By then, I hadn't even noticed that Lana Lingerie was taking Sirius by the hand and escorting him to Potions.
"Er... I can explain?" I questioned more than stated.
"Oh, no need to. I don't really care what it said, I just wanted to make it seem like I cared during class."
I grew confused. "But... Why, may I ask, don't you care?" I raised my right eyebrow.
"I only care about you... You're all I think about."
My stomach continued to do uncomfortable flips, and these were not the good kind contrasted against the type I received when Sirius touched me.
"W-what are you talking about, Professor?" I stuttered unintentionally, hating myself for showing weakness.
"No need to call me Professor when I'm not teaching, it's just Ryan," he said, moving closer to me.
I felt trapped, so I got onto my feet and saw that nobody was waiting for me at the door. Just nobody.
Sirius left me here... with HIM?! What the hell is going on? Did he go off with Lana?!?!? I'm going to strangle him if he did! I thought, rolling my eyes on accident.
"Something wrong?" Ryan asked, stepping closer to me.
I opened my mouth to speak, but just then, somebody walked into the classroom.
I looked to see who it was.
What's Snape doing here? I perceived on impulse, really befuddled.
"I left my book," Snape said in sleek, emotionless tones. He looked at me and then got to his seat (the one he had in class) to retrieve his book.
Professor Ryan backed off from me. I released a large amount of air from my swollen lungs, quite thankful to have someone walk into the room.
"I'll see you in two days for class, then," he said, dismissing me.
WHAT a shock! I did not see that coming... And Snape doesn't know it, but he just saved me!I dropped the note that Sirius got me into trouble and awkwardness with, but I hadn't noticed.
I left the room, walking to Potions alone, and I had seven minutes to get to the Dungeons.
"Hey, Lupin!" I heard a cold voice call from behind.
I spun around, seeing the all-too-familiar black, green, and silver of Severus Snape.
"You dropped this..." He handed me the note.
"Oh, thanks," I said, taking it from him and walking on.
"You know, I saw you yesterday... at the Quidditch Pitch. D'you play?" he asked conversationally.
What the hell is he talking to me for? He has never randomly started a conversation with anybody, why me? Oh yeah... I almost forgot the fact that he is in love with me for some reason... Bloody great. "Me? Play Quidditch? Oh, not likely, I prefer to watch the sport," I said, eying Snape with confusion clouding my eyes, which were, what felt like they should have been, their normal brown.
"Oh," he said, sounding disappointed.
"Why do you care, again?" I had asked somewhat rudely.
"No reason," he retorted in an icy voice.
I shrugged and tried to ignore him, looking straight ahead. He got the picture, and he left me alone to walk to Potions, even though we both needed to go to that class.
I made it to the Dungeons five minutes later. It looked like Sirius was saving me a seat; the one next to him was empty.
Snape walked into the room and took a seat at his usual spot in the front and alone.
I noticed Lana getting up from her group of friends (Sirius's Fan Club) and oily slid into the seat next to Sirius.
I frowned in a small disappointment, and so did Sirius. I really wanted to sit next to him that day to talk things out.
"Uh... Lana, do you mind moving? Kris was going to sit there," Sirius said politely.
Why the bloody hell is she here, anyway? This is Advanced Potions... And she is not advanced! My thoughts were bustled and left a distortion on my face.
"Why would you want Kristin to sit next to you?" Lana said in disgust.
My jaw dropped. If there was ever something that I hated, it was being called Kristin.
I narrowed my eyes at the blonde, and Sirius just looked at me (because he knew I was trying to the best of my ability not to hex or hurt Lana) and back at her.
"I happen to like her," Sirius snapped at Lana.
"But why? I don't see anything special about her..." Lana said, huffing.
Just after Lana said that, a substitute teacher walked in, making his way to the front desk.
Lana wasn't budging, just looking around innocently, then staring at Sirius. So, I had no choice but to sit down somewhere else.
Hmm... Next to Snape or next to one of Lana Lingerie's friends..? I think I'll sit next to Snape; I'd rather eat my writing hand than sit by Lana's friends... I walked over to Snape and gave Lana a cold glare, which she returned, then smiled as Sirius looked down at her in disgust.
Sirius glanced over at me, mouthing, "I am SO sorry!" Before I could mouth back, the sub started talking.
"Hello, everyone. I am Professor Slughorn, and Professor Dumbledore has asked me to fill in for Professor Wilson, as he isn't feeling well today."
I can't believe Sirius is sitting next to that... that... that... HER! I shook my head childishly (I admitted) and clenched my teeth, annoyed.
I cradled my head in my hands as Professor Slughorn began class.
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