The Marauders' Reign *Private*

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(( Eh, probably. I mean, he might just not have been a ghost at the time? But he was probably there, I believe. ))

Remus chuckled softly at the boy's responce. "I'm not sure we'll specifically learn how to turn things into pigs, but that is the basic idea. At least, I think so." His eyes darted towards the exiting students and he nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we probably should get going. I just hope we don't get lost; this place is huge!" Remus had a feeling that he was going to get lost many times during his years at Hogwarts.

Severus looked up in surprise when he suddenly felt a presence beside him. His eyes lit up and he grinned happily. "Lily," he breathed, sounding shocked. He quickly regained his sense, however, to answer her question. "Er, History of Magic," he replied quietly. "What about you?"

James soon found himself on the fourth floor-or, at least, the floor he thought was the fourth. He wasn't too sure, after being on those stairs. Who in their right mind would make moving stairs? Shaking his head, he began to walk through the corridors in search of the correct classroom.

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((Hm, let's just say he's not a ghost yet.))

Without another word, Sirius started toward the exit. The flow of leaving people grew thicker and thicker, until only a few people were still at the House tables. "Do you know what floor the classroom's on?" he asked, directing the question behind him.

Peter positively leaked relief as the first-years entered a classroom that appeared to be the correct one. He had been lucky, after all. Smiling just for that reason, he took a vacant seat somewhere in the middle of a room. An old teacher was already standing by the board up front; he assumed him to be Professor Binns.

Lily could not believe her luck. "I have History of Magic too!" she said excitedly, unsuccessfully trying to keep her voice at the same level. "What does that mean? Double History of Magic? And do you know how to get there?" The questions were bubbling out of her.

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(( All righty. :3
Ahh, new SBP quote! 8D One of my favorites haha. x3 /endfangirlweirdness ))

Remus glanced down at the schedule; it gave no indication as to which floor the classes were on. Remus inwardly sighed-that was rather silly, for how were the students to know where to go. He shook his head for a reply to Sirius' question. "Nope; I guess we can just follow all the other first year Gryffindors. That way, if they're wrong, we're all wrong." He shrugged; it seemed to be the best option, in his opinion. How else were they to find their way?

Severus felt great satisfaction at her excitement. He was excited too, of course, but he held it in quite well. His dark eyes were twinkling, it seemed, however, which gave away the excitement he was feeling. "I'm basically just following everyone else, really; although, I do think that it is on the fourth floor."

James walked into one of the classrooms, the one that everyone seemed to be going into. His eyes trailed towards the front, where an older-looking man was standing. Well, he certainly looked boring. Great. James sighed softly and took a seat in front of the rather large boy he had sat near in breakfast earlier. He ruffled his hair, then glanced around. Not many had arrived, yet.

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((Lawl, the SBP is made out of awesomesauce. xD))

Sirius sighed. "We can follow them," he said, gesturing with his hand to a group of about five other Gryffindor first-years. If they got detention or something for being late, at least they would not be alone. "These schedules are so uninformative," he mumbled irritably, staring at the paper as if trying to will more details to appear.

Peter shuffled his feet nervously on the floor, even though he was sitting, earning himself several dirty glances from the people around him at the squeakiness. He twisted around in his seat to watch as the students slowly filed in. His stomach plummeted as a small group of three Slytherins arrived. Double History of Magic? His pupils dilated in terror as he let out a soft groan.

"Why do you think it's on the fourth floor?" Lily demanded, confused. She herself had not heard any information whatsoever about the classroom - but then again, she had not been listening much either. Her heart skipped several beats; she was certainly excited at the prospect of having double History of Magic, and it showed in her bright emerald green eyes.

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(( It is! x3
Oh, and I hope you don't mind that I did the Double HoM thing. c: Double classes are always such fun. xD ))

Remus nodded in agreement, figuring that that would be the best option. He smiled faintly as the other boy glared down at the peice of paper in his hands, as if trying to burn it. "I'd have to agree with you on that; I mean, couldn't they at least be a bit helpful? I just hope the teachers give us a little slack since it's the first day."

James tapped his fingers lightly against the desk, glancing around silently. His eyes narrowed when he saw a small group of Slytherin students walk into the room, looking as angry as they always did. Great. This was just perfect. Not only did they have a boring-looking teacher, who would most certainly be as boring as his appearance, but they had to also deal with the Slytherins? James rolled his eyes and looked away, scowling now.

Severus shrugged. "I heard some of the older students talking at breakfast this morning. From what I gathered, History of Magic is on the fourth floor." He smiled faintly. "I'm just hoping that they know where they're going, by now," he said, chuckling softly.

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((It was all right; I was thinking of that idea too. :3))

"Maybe we're supposed to perform magic to point us in the right direction," Sirius said sarcastically, pouting a bit with his eyes narrowed. In response to Remus' comment, he added rather sourly, "I'm not so sure, not if they're all going to be like that woman who gave us our schedules."

Peter sighed softly, trying to shrink himself down in his seat until he could barely see the surface of the desk he was sitting at. He desperately hoped that the other classes would be better than this, but he did not dare get his hopes up in fear of having them plummet down again.

Lily laughed quietly. "They'd better," she said. She began her ascent up the first set of stairs, checking back to make sure he was still there. "Hey!" She pointed to the staircase opposite the one they were climbing. "It's moving!" Sure enough, the stairs were rotating on the spot, grinding to a halt at a different landing, keeping their form all the while. "Who would do that?"

((Sorry, I ran out of my muse; I used a bunch of it in another semi-lit RP I'm in. 3:))

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(( I am sorry for not posting; I have been sick and very busy. D: I will post soon, more than likely this weekend. But for now I cannot. Again, I'm sorry! :c ))

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((It's all right. ^_^))

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Remus shrugged slightly. "Judging by how crazy Dumbledore seemed last night at dinner, I woudn't be surprised if he expected us to use magic before we even properly know how." After following the other students for a few minutes, the two found themselves in a room that was slowly beginning to fill with both Gryffindors as well as Sytherins. Remus glanced towards Sirius; he had a feeling the other boy would not be too happy to have a class with the Slytherins.

Severus smiled faintly at Lily's shock. "I guess that is going to take some time to get used to," he mused, his eyes on her all the while. He followed her up the stairs, taking caution to make sure they were not going to start moving on him while he was on them.

James watched as the classroom slowly began to get filled with students. He could tell by the expressions of the other Gryffindors that they were not very thrilled at being in the same class with the Slytherins; and, judging by the equally peeved expressions of the Slytherins, they were thinking the same thing. James shook his head-who would ever think that putting those two opposing Houses together would be a good idea?

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"I think this is it," Sirius said brightly to Remus as he saw Gryffindors their age fill a classroom that had an old man at the front. His face fell as his gaze landed on the other side of the room, where the students were clad in green and silver - Slytherin. "Oh," he said, disappointed, thought that expression soon turned accusing. "What are they doing here? Why were we put in the same class?" He stalked off to the farthest available seat from the Slytherins, feeling their gazes on his back; no doubt his 'wonderful' cousin Bellatrix had told them all about how he was a disgrace to the name of Black already.
"Hi," he said grumpily to the boy next to him. The boy had black hair and hazel eyes, framed by glasses, and Sirius soon recognized him as James, the who had helped him tease Snivellus. A sudden thought occurred to him that Snivellus would soon be arriving to History of Magic, too.

"Oh no, not more of them," Peter moaned, his voice a high-pitched squeak. For some reason he had hoped that only a few Slytherins would be here, and not the entire batch of them, though he knew that the thought had been absurd and that he was a fool to have hoped so. Even though they were just sharing the same classroom, he felt an impending sense of doom come upon him. They weren't going to work together though, right? Just in the same classroom with the same teacher learning the same subject at the same time, right?

Lily let out a breath of relief as they both reached the top of the stairs without any harm. She supposed that the stairs would not be moving too often, but she was still wary.
After a few more minutes of ascending staircases and feeling the same fluttery sensation in her stomach while she was on them, she pointed to a classroom into which students were filing in, both of Gryffindor and Slytherin. "Look! There's the classroom!" She was relieved that she had not been late, and nor have gotten lost; she had been sure that that would not make a good impression on the teacher. But then again, it was their first day after all, so the professors probably would cut them some slack.
She scratched that worry out: It would not make a good impression on the teachers if they were late too often.