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Book 1 - James Potter and the Hall of Elders' Crossing

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“<strong>Potter</strong>,” McGonagall said, apparently having already moved on to o<strong>the</strong>r matters, “take Mr. Filch up<br />

to <strong>the</strong> Potions closet <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r broken window, won’t you? Let’s try to get things cleaned up before<br />

classes if we can. Good morning, gentlemen.”<br />

<strong>James</strong> stood miserably <strong>and</strong> Filch guided him to <strong>the</strong> door with <strong>the</strong> great, callused h<strong>and</strong> on his<br />

shoulder.<br />

“Come along, my lad. We’ve got mischief to rectify, haven’t we?”<br />

On <strong>the</strong> way out, <strong>James</strong> saw that one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> headmaster portraits was not sleeping. The eyes <strong>of</strong> that<br />

headmaster were black, like <strong>the</strong> lanky hair that framed <strong>the</strong> white face. Severus Snape studied <strong>James</strong> coldly,<br />

only his eyes moving to follow as Filch marched him from <strong>the</strong> room.<br />

Tina Curry, <strong>the</strong> Muggle Studies Pr<strong>of</strong>essor, led <strong>the</strong> class briskly out onto <strong>the</strong> lawn. The day which<br />

had started ra<strong>the</strong>r brightly was now turning grey <strong>and</strong> blustery. Gusts <strong>of</strong> wind sprang up <strong>and</strong> flapped <strong>the</strong> edges<br />

<strong>of</strong> Pr<strong>of</strong>essor Curry’s sport cloak <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> nets Hagrid was trying to hang on <strong>the</strong> wooden frame he had just<br />

finished assembling.<br />

“Expertly done, Hagrid,” Curry called as she approached, <strong>the</strong> class trotting to keep up. “Sturdy as a<br />

barn, I daresay.”<br />

Hagrid looked up, losing his grasp on <strong>the</strong> netting as he did so <strong>and</strong> scrambling to catch it. “Thank<br />

yeh, Ms. Curry. Weren’t what yeh might call a challenge. Up to this part, o’ course, which is a might hairy.”<br />

Hagrid’s construction was a simple wooden framework, roughly rectangular. There was ano<strong>the</strong>r one<br />

several dozen yards away, its netting strung taut <strong>and</strong> swishing in <strong>the</strong> stiffening breeze.<br />

“Curry’s new this year, if you haven’t guessed,” Ted commented to <strong>James</strong> as <strong>the</strong>y ga<strong>the</strong>red. “Has<br />

some pretty crazy ideas about how to learn about Muggles. Makes a fellow wish he hadn’t pushed <strong>of</strong>f taking<br />

this class until his last year.”<br />

“As if <strong>the</strong>se outfits weren’t bad enough,” Damien said sourly, glancing down at his shorts <strong>and</strong> socks.<br />

Every Thursday, Muggle Studies class was required to dress out in shorts, athletic shoes, <strong>and</strong> one <strong>of</strong> two colors<br />

<strong>of</strong> Hogwarts jerseys. Half <strong>the</strong> class was wearing burgundy, <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r half, gold.<br />

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