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butterflyslinkyTITLE: If Quizzes are Quizzical...
FANDOM: Harry Potter
CHARACTERS: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, OCs
RATING: PG-13
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: It's exam time. Who cares?
AUTHOR COMMENTARY: I was trying to wrap the story up, so this chapter is kind of rushed. But don't worry, the next one's better!
Exam time had come. This was apparently obvious as half of Gryffindor tower was buried in books, quills and parchment, all regarding Defense Against the Dark Arts. The only two people who weren’t panicking were James and Sirius.
“How can you two be so relaxed?” Remus asked the day before their first exam.
“Easy,” Sirius answered, not even looking up from his magazine. “We know the material.”
“Really?” Peter squeaked. “Then can you help me study for Defense Against the Dark Arts?”
“If you can do more than five push-ups, you’re probably okay,” James said. “You might also want to look at Sirius’s last essay.”
“You two should at least glance at your notes before tomorrow,” Remus said.
“I already glanced at them,” Sirius said. “I glanced at them and then realized I didn’t have to actually read them.”
“So you’re just going to sit there reading Quidditch Today and not even think about McGonagall’s exam, which is in exactly eight hours?” Remus asked incredulously.
“Really, that soon?” James responded, idly turning a page. “Okay. Sirius, how do you use a Switching Spell?”
“Who cares?” Sirius answered. “The only thing I want to switch is lives with one of you.”
“Correct,” James said. “Ask me one.”
“Fine. How do you turn a match stick into a needle?”
“Who cares? I can’t sew. How do you turn a rose into a daisy?”
“Who cares? I’m allergic to both. How do you make a mouse into a rat?”
“Who cares? Both are filthy little rodents that should be exterminated. How do you undo any of those spells?”
“Who cares?..”
“I CARE!” Peter finally screamed. “I care because I want to pass, and unlike you two, I don’t have the amazing ability to not pay attention and still be top of the class! So will you two either shut up or do something useful so I can get through this exam!”
James and Sirius stared at Peter for a long time, before deciding to shut up.
The next morning was rather somber. The first year Gryffindors were all worrying about the Transfiguration exam that was scheduled to begin at eight o’clock. Well, most of the Gryffindors were worried.
Despite the prayers of many young first years, time did not stop, nor did the Transfiguration department suddenly explode, so they all went in at the appointed time, and were set to work turning a mouse into a snuffbox. James managed his on the first try, and the fact that the snuffbox had a lion on the top earned him a number of bonus points. Sirius got his after the third try, although the box was rather abstract, but in a pretty manner. Remus took six tries to change the mouse, and his snuffbox only had a few spots. At the very end of the hour, Peter finally managed to get a small box that was completely plain, except for the tail. Peter reflected that hitting James and Sirius with his textbook last night may have allowed him more study time and a chance to pass the class.
After Transfiguration was lunch, which was defined as an extra study hour and the time to bitch about the exam before taking the next one. Thankfully, part of the exam schedule meant there was and extra hour for lunch.
One o’clock meant Potions, where Peter made up for his Transfiguration grade. His Puzzling Potion was the perfect shade of chartreuse by the end of the hour. James and Sirius both got a bit confused about which direction was counter-clockwise and ended up with potions that were closer to turquoise. Remus wasn’t entirely sure what he did wrong, or how he managed it, but he somehow came out with a purple potion. Maybe it was the splendiferous tree-frog horns.
The end of the day meant trudging back up to the Common Room to study for the next day’s exams, Herbology, Charms, and Astronomy.
“It’s not the tests tomorrow I mind,” Remus remarked. “I just want to know who thought it was a good idea to schedule our Defense exam at eight o’clock the morning after Astronomy.”
The others groaned.
Herbology the next morning was very easy, as it mostly involved identifying plants, what they were used for, and how to care for them. The boys found it extremely tedious, and it was all James and Sirius could do not to find a dangerous plant and cause some trouble. Only the reflection that their Herbology grades were at stake stopped them.
Charms was similar. Professor Flitwick called the students in one at a time to make a pineapple tap-dance across a desk. The only person who outdid James and Sirius was Lily Evans, who got in three more twirls. Remus felt no need to show off, and Peter somehow made his pineapple explode.
The students all went up to their dorms for a few hours sleep before their Astronomy exam at midnight. The exam itself was about as boring as it could get without anyone falling asleep and falling straight off the tower. Sirius amused himself by spotting all his relatives in the sky, and imaging their sudden, painful, and violent deaths. Unfortunately, his mother wasn’t named after a constellation or star.
The exam ended at two o’clock in the morning, giving the first years six hours to sleep before taking the long dreaded Defense Against the Dark Arts exam.
“OK, MUFFINS!” Professor Fenris called. “TWENTY-FIVE FENRIS PUSH-UPS, RIGHT NOW! GO!”
Most of the class managed it, and hoped that that would be all. Far from it.
“FORM TWO LINES AGAINST OPPOSITE WALLS!” Fenris shouted. (He had put the Sonorous spell on himself before the exam.) “NOW, I WANT YOU ALL TO SHOOT ONE CURSE YOU LEARNED THIS YEAR, AND NOT GET HIT BY ANY COMING FROM THE OTHER SIDE! YOU MAY ONLY FIRE ONE SPELL! AND- GO!”
Spells flew across the classroom, which had been cleared of all the desks. Several people got hit, but most of the spells were pretty harmless. After the few that had done any damage were countered, Fenris called each student forward one at a time to demonstrate another spell, it’s counter-curse, and then dodge it. The only person to get a perfect score was Sirius, who’d had way too much practice.
“That evil git,” Peter said as they left for lunch, still wobbling from the spell he’d chosen. “I really hope he’s not here next year.”
“That can be arranged,” James said evilly.
“Oh, yeah?” Remus asked. “How?”
“Let’s finish our History of Magic exam,” James said. “I’ll explain tonight.”
Of course, this meant that the other three couldn’t concentrate all through the History of Magic exam for curiosity of what James was thinking, and it wasn’t until it was over that they could even ask.
“All right,” James began. “Here’s what we do...”
FANDOM: Harry Potter
CHARACTERS: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans, Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, OCs
RATING: PG-13
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: It's exam time. Who cares?
AUTHOR COMMENTARY: I was trying to wrap the story up, so this chapter is kind of rushed. But don't worry, the next one's better!
Exam time had come. This was apparently obvious as half of Gryffindor tower was buried in books, quills and parchment, all regarding Defense Against the Dark Arts. The only two people who weren’t panicking were James and Sirius.
“How can you two be so relaxed?” Remus asked the day before their first exam.
“Easy,” Sirius answered, not even looking up from his magazine. “We know the material.”
“Really?” Peter squeaked. “Then can you help me study for Defense Against the Dark Arts?”
“If you can do more than five push-ups, you’re probably okay,” James said. “You might also want to look at Sirius’s last essay.”
“You two should at least glance at your notes before tomorrow,” Remus said.
“I already glanced at them,” Sirius said. “I glanced at them and then realized I didn’t have to actually read them.”
“So you’re just going to sit there reading Quidditch Today and not even think about McGonagall’s exam, which is in exactly eight hours?” Remus asked incredulously.
“Really, that soon?” James responded, idly turning a page. “Okay. Sirius, how do you use a Switching Spell?”
“Who cares?” Sirius answered. “The only thing I want to switch is lives with one of you.”
“Correct,” James said. “Ask me one.”
“Fine. How do you turn a match stick into a needle?”
“Who cares? I can’t sew. How do you turn a rose into a daisy?”
“Who cares? I’m allergic to both. How do you make a mouse into a rat?”
“Who cares? Both are filthy little rodents that should be exterminated. How do you undo any of those spells?”
“Who cares?..”
“I CARE!” Peter finally screamed. “I care because I want to pass, and unlike you two, I don’t have the amazing ability to not pay attention and still be top of the class! So will you two either shut up or do something useful so I can get through this exam!”
James and Sirius stared at Peter for a long time, before deciding to shut up.
The next morning was rather somber. The first year Gryffindors were all worrying about the Transfiguration exam that was scheduled to begin at eight o’clock. Well, most of the Gryffindors were worried.
Despite the prayers of many young first years, time did not stop, nor did the Transfiguration department suddenly explode, so they all went in at the appointed time, and were set to work turning a mouse into a snuffbox. James managed his on the first try, and the fact that the snuffbox had a lion on the top earned him a number of bonus points. Sirius got his after the third try, although the box was rather abstract, but in a pretty manner. Remus took six tries to change the mouse, and his snuffbox only had a few spots. At the very end of the hour, Peter finally managed to get a small box that was completely plain, except for the tail. Peter reflected that hitting James and Sirius with his textbook last night may have allowed him more study time and a chance to pass the class.
After Transfiguration was lunch, which was defined as an extra study hour and the time to bitch about the exam before taking the next one. Thankfully, part of the exam schedule meant there was and extra hour for lunch.
One o’clock meant Potions, where Peter made up for his Transfiguration grade. His Puzzling Potion was the perfect shade of chartreuse by the end of the hour. James and Sirius both got a bit confused about which direction was counter-clockwise and ended up with potions that were closer to turquoise. Remus wasn’t entirely sure what he did wrong, or how he managed it, but he somehow came out with a purple potion. Maybe it was the splendiferous tree-frog horns.
The end of the day meant trudging back up to the Common Room to study for the next day’s exams, Herbology, Charms, and Astronomy.
“It’s not the tests tomorrow I mind,” Remus remarked. “I just want to know who thought it was a good idea to schedule our Defense exam at eight o’clock the morning after Astronomy.”
The others groaned.
Herbology the next morning was very easy, as it mostly involved identifying plants, what they were used for, and how to care for them. The boys found it extremely tedious, and it was all James and Sirius could do not to find a dangerous plant and cause some trouble. Only the reflection that their Herbology grades were at stake stopped them.
Charms was similar. Professor Flitwick called the students in one at a time to make a pineapple tap-dance across a desk. The only person who outdid James and Sirius was Lily Evans, who got in three more twirls. Remus felt no need to show off, and Peter somehow made his pineapple explode.
The students all went up to their dorms for a few hours sleep before their Astronomy exam at midnight. The exam itself was about as boring as it could get without anyone falling asleep and falling straight off the tower. Sirius amused himself by spotting all his relatives in the sky, and imaging their sudden, painful, and violent deaths. Unfortunately, his mother wasn’t named after a constellation or star.
The exam ended at two o’clock in the morning, giving the first years six hours to sleep before taking the long dreaded Defense Against the Dark Arts exam.
“OK, MUFFINS!” Professor Fenris called. “TWENTY-FIVE FENRIS PUSH-UPS, RIGHT NOW! GO!”
Most of the class managed it, and hoped that that would be all. Far from it.
“FORM TWO LINES AGAINST OPPOSITE WALLS!” Fenris shouted. (He had put the Sonorous spell on himself before the exam.) “NOW, I WANT YOU ALL TO SHOOT ONE CURSE YOU LEARNED THIS YEAR, AND NOT GET HIT BY ANY COMING FROM THE OTHER SIDE! YOU MAY ONLY FIRE ONE SPELL! AND- GO!”
Spells flew across the classroom, which had been cleared of all the desks. Several people got hit, but most of the spells were pretty harmless. After the few that had done any damage were countered, Fenris called each student forward one at a time to demonstrate another spell, it’s counter-curse, and then dodge it. The only person to get a perfect score was Sirius, who’d had way too much practice.
“That evil git,” Peter said as they left for lunch, still wobbling from the spell he’d chosen. “I really hope he’s not here next year.”
“That can be arranged,” James said evilly.
“Oh, yeah?” Remus asked. “How?”
“Let’s finish our History of Magic exam,” James said. “I’ll explain tonight.”
Of course, this meant that the other three couldn’t concentrate all through the History of Magic exam for curiosity of what James was thinking, and it wasn’t until it was over that they could even ask.
“All right,” James began. “Here’s what we do...”
