Remus was avoiding me. Well, that wasn't exactly true, given the sudden look of surprise at my, presumably, choice of words.
Perhaps it was more accurate to say, his new friends were making a point to keep him away from James and I.
As a matter of fact, judging by the wide berth the rest of my current class was giving the two of us, I'd include Gryffindor in the list as well.
Turning towards the only wizard actually walking within an arm's reach of me, I calmly asked him if he'd done something to antagonize everyone else.
"...Antagonise?" James questioned, unsure of the word himself.
"Piss off,"
"Oh- No, I am fairly certain that's all you,"
...Okay then.
Briefly shaking my head, I turned my focus back to the upcoming Charm's lesson. One of course taught by none other than Hogwart's mascot-
James, thankfully, stopped me from saying anything too dangerous by calmly, and rapidly, elbowing me once again.
"You know, I really hope McGonagall sent over my table,"
"Can't you make another?" James seamlessly asked, not so much as missing a beat as he kept on walking beside me. The rest of the class, made up of lions and badgers, keeping a consistent circle between us. Our own house just further ahead of us with the Badgers to our back.
The Professor of the hour? Or at least once he gets here.
Filius 'Oddjob' Flitwick.
"I really shouldn't," I remarked, having forgotten the question already. Though it seemed to satisfy James enough for him not to ask a follow-up.
"What about your wand, have you found it?"
Well, at least about... Whatever it was we'd been talking about. Still, turning to face him this time. I calmly explained why I couldn't in fact, ever, find said wand.
"I am not entirely sure I found all of the pieces just yet,"
The look of exasperation he gave me, was either due to my answer been too cryptic or simply not making enough sense for him to process.
Frankly, it could be either. I was putting my money on both.
Reaching said Charm's classroom, our conversation quickly died down as everyone else promptly started gawking at the room in question.
Unlike the transfiguration class, where every seat and table was at a level with one another. The Charm's one seemed to favor a line of tables with each proceeding table elevated a tad higher than the one before it, courtesy of the inclining floor. Presumably, it was so that Flitwick could keep all students in sight at all times. As well as probably blame the height difference between us on the castle itself.There were four rows, all put into the same formation, albeit one covering each side of the main, circular, desk in the middle.
Given the lack of a chair near said middle table, I figured the Professor intended to use the table itself as a stepping stool. And really, not like he-
'Jab'
I rolled my eyes towards James.
Even then, the desks themselves were the same kind used anywhere else in the castle- And judging by the way one particular desk, one set in the far back of the northern row, reeked of magic I figured it was probably the one I'd defiled with McGonagall's permission.
Naturally, because I didn't want to ruin the coming lesson, nor piss off Oddjob's wizard look-alike-
'Jab'
"I don't know who this Oddjob is, but you've got to stop comparing him to our professor!" James, rather franticly, whispered the words towards me.
"If you don't know who it is, why do you think it's a bad thing?"
"...Just a hunch,"
I waved a hand at the boy's bemused expression.
"It's a good hunch-"
"That's not helping."
I grinned in response to the words, before promptly making my way towards my desk. James Potter, after deliberating with himself for a moment (Que long stare towards the side of sanity; anywhere without me) he decided to follow.
"Good choice,"
"Oh bugger off, this is the only way I can stop you from costing us house points,"
"But I don't care about house points,"
"That's the problem,"
Reaching my appointed desk, I immediately felt a frown promptly etch itself onto my face. James either noticing said expression or my sudden silence, practically tensed up beside me.
"He modified it!" I remarked, a single tight smile to my face. "I don't like it,"
Wordlessly, my own nose taking in a few experimental sniffs of the wooden atrocity, I promptly reached a hand out towards the boy. Only to clarify further at the continued look of bemusement, now filled with a hint worry.
"Wand,"
James Potter blinked, his face to my amusement promptly started looking around the room; a majority of the student's eyes on us for some strange reason, though Flitwick seems to have settled on been late to his own first lesson. After a second more of making sure, the Gryffindor slowly reached into his robe pocket and promptly took out his wand. Handing it to me ever so 'stealthily,' or at least attempting to.
Honestly, the boy made it look like some sort of drug exchange.
After rolling my eyes at his theatrics, and to his irritation, I promptly snatched the wand out of his hand.
Pointing it towards the table in question, a vivid image of what I wanted to be done in my mind, I promptly waved the magical limiter in a set of rather dramatic flourishes.
"Reparo!"
At which point, said desk promptly disappeared in a shower of colors. The effects themselves practically dissipating into nothing after a further moment.
Blinking once, idly noting the raised temperature of the wand, I promptly handed the clearly broken magical trinket to the boy himself.
James Potter, in the middle of asking what the hell had just happened, promptly shrieked as he dropped his wand onto the floor. The boy hissing in pain as he stared between me and no longer available desk.
"What did you do!?" James hissed out, complete bewilderment on his face.
"The reparo charm is meant to return a target to a previous state."
The boy didn't seem to be paying attention, his own gaze on his dropped wooden wand. Said wand currently marking the floor beneath it with a burn.
"I was going for a few hours back,"
"It disappeared!" James felt the need to point out as he covered his hand in a fistful of his robe and carefully made to pick up his wand.
"Well, you know how everything's made up of atoms?"
"No," The boy deadpanned towards me, absolutely no sign of humor nor understanding in his eyes.
"Say hello to the atoms." I grinned back towards him, indicating the long-gone sparks of colors and promptly made myself comfortable on one of the nearby tables.
It said a lot about the wizard that he only hesitated for about a second before he elected to take the seat by me.
"Wait a second- Is that what happened to your wand!?"
Given the circumstances, I genuinely was about to open my mouth and answer the question- Only for both of us to abruptly realize one very important fact.
Flitwick, it seemed, was already in the room; the half-goblin? Wizard was currently staring in our general direction with a very confused expression on his face.
"...Totally did not se-"
James Potter, thankfully, didn't let me directly piss off a dueling legend.
'Jab'