Hey, sorry for the long absence, here is another chapter!

Chapter 8- First Class Fiasco

Fang's POV

After the pink splotch left, the living beaver rudely interrupted my internal musing.

"Max! You can't talk to a teacher like that! It's unbelievably rude!"

"And?"

Granger spluttered a bit, but didn't have anything to say to that. Max ignored her spluttering and turned to Iggy.

"Ya have any paper? We should prolly write to the kids."

Iggy just smirked. "Already done."

Max raised an eyebrow questioningly. Man, I wish I could do that. She had tried to teach me when we were younger and still at the School, but my eyebrows just can't move like that. Just another reason why she's the leader. Dang her and her mad eyebrow skizzles.

"I did it while you were going off on Piglett. The word 'rules' was mentioned so I immediately lost interest."

Max smirked and opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by the arrival of McGonagall bearing the ever-dreaded gift of schedules.

"Here we are Mr. Weasley, Miss. Weasley, Miss. Granger, Mr. Longbottom, Mr. Iggy, and- Mr. Potter! Mrs. Ride! What in the name of Merlin are you doing at the Gryffindor table? Go back to Slytherin immediately to get your schedules!"

Max obligingly stood up, said good luck to Iggy, and then flounced over to the Slytherin table with me following behind her like a lost puppy. Great, you definitely know you're whipped when you can recognize it yourself.

When we sat down Max got some food and started guzzling it. I had already eaten so I sat there stoically and started to muse about the odd situation we were in. As recombinant beings, we weren't supposed to exist, and neither were wizards, but we both did. Heck, some of us were both! I honestly can say that my life isn't normal and that I've been in lots of strange positions that normal people don't find themselves in, (at least, as far as I knew) but this one really took the cake. Even Max wasn't quite sure what to make of anything. I can tell she's lost and confused by the way she was acting. She's normally level headed and easy to read, but this situation is making Max confused, and a confused Max is a dangerous one. She's plotting something big to get back at the wizards for doing this to us; it's probably going to take time to come into full effect, so she's biding her time and freaking the wizards out by acting as violent and crazy as possible to freak them out. And it seemed to be working.

"Your schedule, Potter." Snape's voice broke me from my musings as he stiffly handed me a piece of parchment. I glanced at it and then turned to look at Max who was holding an identical one.

"We've got a free period before double potions with the Gryffindors, which means we get Iggy in our class."

"Lovely. If potions is anything like chemistry, I can guarantee that Iggy will find a way to blow something up." I muttered.

Max laughed and grinned at me, making my stomach twist pleasantly. "Even if it isn't, he'll still figure out a way to blow something up!"

Turns out that potions is very similar to chemistry, a fact that made Iggy happy, especially after history of magic, which apparently was worse than some of the lesser experiments that we went through at the School, which was really saying something.

The class was going relatively smoothly, at least up until the last ten minutes.

"Your potions should now be giving off a silver vapor."

I glanced at my potion, which was giving off more of a gray, but close enough. Max's looked like bubbling tar and I was pretty sure it was giving off some funky fumes, judging by the stupid grin on Max's face. Really, the only perfect potion was Granger's, but nobody liked her so she wasn't complimented. Iggy's, as expected looked like it would explode any minute. It was obvious that he didn't even try to follow the instructions; instead, he had gone off on his own and created whatever he wanted. And judging by the way he was cackling, it wasn't anything good.

Everything went smoothly for another few minutes, students were finishing up their potions and Snape was going around criticizing them, when suddenly Iggy jumps up and dashed out of the room. Since Max and I had lived with Iggy for the past fifteen years, we knew that when he did something like that, you needed to leave the premises as quickly as possible. So naturally, we jumped up and ran like maniacs out of the room. The last thing I saw before Iggy slammed the door shut was everyone's confused faces. Then everything went to hell.

A loud boom echoed down the hallway and something green and slimy was trickling through the cracks around the door.

"Alright, it safe. You guys can open the door now." Iggy sounded almost...giddy. It just made me all the more eager to find out what he did.

Max wrenched the door open and immediately fell to the floor laughing. After taking in the sight, I was quick to follow her. Every inch of skin the gunk had landed on had turned bright purple with stars, rainbows, and unicorns sprinkled sporadically around. And Snape got a whole face full of the stuff. Knowing Iggy, none of it was going to come off any time soon. So much for a Draught of Peace.

All right, sorry again for the long absence and I cannot thank you all enough for sticking with this story and reviewing it, you people are fantastic! And I want to apologize now for any spelling errors or weird formatting, I'm typing this up on my Kindle Fire so I have no idea what it's going to look like...