Title: Glass Hearts

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: All books.

Genre: General, Romance, Humor.

Era: 1970-1981.

Main Characters: MWPP, Lily.

Ships: James/Lily, Remus/Marlene McKinnon, Sirius/OC

Summary (for chapter): We se the Marauders before the beginning of their sixth year: Sirius moves in with James and the boys babysit Sirius's cousin. Lily boards The Hogwarts Express.

A/N: This is a brand new version of my previous Glass Hearts story (I only posted one chapter before - this one, but this time, I've added things). I have more than 35 chapters already, and I plan on finishing it.

James told girls that Sirius Black showed up in his room stark naked all the time, but they never seemed to believe him. That was until one day in the summer, when Juniper and Jewel Mufflet, the twin Ravenclaw girls who lived down the street, came over to James's house for some of his mother's cookies. He was talking, laughing, and charming when he opened the door to his bedroom and found his best friend changing out of blue briefs with phoenixes on them. Juniper and Jewel immediately erupted into giggles, blushing the color of Lily Evans's hair, and James raised his eyebrows at Sirius. His dark-haired friend smirked at him, making no motion to conceal himself.

"All right, girls," James said, shutting the door. "I think you two have had enough excitement for the day."

When Sirius walked into the kitchen ten minutes later, fully dressed, Juniper and Jewel grinned at each other, avoiding his eyes. He slid into a seat between the two girls, across the table from James. "Nice of you to drop in, Sirius," James said, smirking.

Sirius's black hair was long, falling casually over his eyes. He usually kept his hair long over the summer because he knew how much annoyed his mother. Sirius only nodded at James and leaned back on his chair, the front two legs hovering in the air. All of the clothes he now wore were James's, but parts of them were a bit tight on him, being the more muscular of the two, as he always made his business to remind James.

James's mother walked in and gave her guests a dazzling smile. "Sirius, how nice to see you!" she said cheerfully. When she passed him, she pushed his chair back unto all fours. "Would you like some cookies?"

"No thanks," Sirius said lightly.

Juniper stumbled to her feet, still avoiding Sirius's eyes. "Um, I think Jewel and I need to be getting home," she said.

Jewel, who had been glancing over at Sirius furtively, looked up at her twin sister. "We do?" she asked.

"Yes," Juniper said. She took Jewel's hand and the two of them started to walk out.

"Oh, girls, are you sure you wouldn't like to stay for dinner?" Mrs. Potter asked.

"Yes," Juniper repeated. "Thanks, but we've got a busy schedule. Bye, Mrs. Potter. Bye, James."

"Bye, Sirius," Jewel said with a smile.

"It seems like you've got another suitor on your hands, Sirius," Mrs. Potter said. She smiled at him and her son again before leaving the kitchen.

The two boys were left alone in the kitchen in silence. Sirius was looking steadily at the glass of lemonade in James's hands. He spoke first. "How long do you reckon your folks will let me stay?" he asked.

"They don't care, as long as they don't get any visits from the Ministry," James said, shrugging.

"How long will you let me stay?" Sirius asked, still not looking at James.

"Stay as long as you like," James said. He put on a mock-stern face. "As long as I don't get any visits from the Ministry, young man."

A small smile strayed unto Sirius's face and he looked up at James. "Don't worry," he said coolly. "Only prats get caught."

"REMY!"

One can only imagine Remus Lupin's shock. He was shopping for his mother in a Muggle village, quietly walking through the streets when all peace of summer holidays was interrupted rather rudely by a yell, a tackle, and a dog. Then he was sprawled on the street, dazed and confused, with a massive dog eagerly licking his face and neck.

"Good dog, Padfoot, good dog!" James yelled, scratching the dog behind the ears.

Remus stumbled to get up, pushing the dog off of him. He looked at the two figures before him; a tall black haired boy with glasses, playing with a hyperactive dog. These were his best friends. He wiped his face as well as he could. And he had only recently got the smell of dog out of this vest.

"How did you find me?" Remus asked, not sounding nearly as miserable as he felt.

"Oh, Remus, old boy, you don't sound like you're very happy to see us," James said, walking over to Remus and plopping an arm around Remus's shoulders. "Your dad told us you'd be here, and that you'd be delighted to see us."

"My dad?" Remus repeated in horror.

"Yes, we dropped by your house, and you weren't there, so we came to find you," James said. "I'm so happy to see you I could kiss you, but I think Sirius has given you enough saliva for the both of us." He clapped Remus on the back. "What are you doing here, anyway?"

Padfoot was now running in circles, chasing his tail. "Shopping for my mum's birthday," Remus told James while watching Padfoot.

"Oh, well, we'll help you!" James said. He added quietly to Remus, "Padfoot's a genius at middle-aged women – just look how much his mum loves him."

On the way down the street, Padfoot prowled along at James's feet, looking up at him occasionally, as though expecting a prize for merely staying with him. "So, how old is she turning?" James asked. Remus, James, Sirius and Peter had visited the Lupin's last summer. Everyone had visited everyone last summer, except no one had gone to Sirius's. Sirius hadn't even asked his parents if his friends could visit; he didn't want to spend any time at Twelve Grimmauld Place that he didn't have to.

"Forty," Remus replied. There were a lot of things he had done with James and Sirius that he had never expected; prowled the Forbidden Forest, pranked everyone and their mums, gotten detention, swore, smoked, drank . . . but shopping for his mum's birthday present was not one he had ever, ever expected.

"The big Four-Zero," James said knowingly. "She hasn't had her mid-life crisis yet, no?"

"No," Remus said. "Hopefully I'll be at school when – or if – that happens."

"Oh, it'll happen," James said, no doubt trying to sound threatening. "It will."

Ahead of them, a group of Muggle girls were standing near a window, pointing at purses they didn't have and gossiping about boys they didn't have. One of the girls turned away from her friends and saw Padfoot. She gasped, walking toward the dog.

"How cuuuuuuute!" she squealed. Her friends followed, crowding around Padfoot and petting him while he wagged his tail and panted from excitement. Remus rolled his eyes. Only his best friends would go this far to get attention from girls. Although this was mild compared to the valentines Lily Evans had received in February.

"Oh, what's his name?" one of the girl asked James and Remus.

"Padfoot," James answered, looking eager and ready if she asked his name.

"He doesn't even need a leash," one of the girls said, ruffling Padfoot's ears. "He must be such a good dog."

"So, whose dog is he?" another girl asked.

"He's mine," James said, running a hand through his hair and giving her a smile.

"What kind of a dog is he?"

"Oh, you know…this kind, that kind. A mix," James said, waving his hand.

"What are you guys doing in town today?" one of the girls asked. Before they could answer, she stuck her hand out. "I'm Helen."

"James, nice to meet you," James said, shaking his hand.

"And you are?" Helen asked Remus.

"I'm Remus," Remus replied, also shaking her hand.

"We're shopping for his mum's birthday," James said.

"Oh, that's so sweet!" another girl cooed. "You're so thoughtful."

"My brother never gets my mum presents," another said.

The other three introduced themselves – Nicole, Nancy and Susan. They insisted on going shopping with them, giggles, gossip and all. As James draped an arm around Susan's shoulders and Helen talked nonstop to Remus, he wondered vaguely what cruel gods decided this day of doom for him. Not only was he inept with any and all kinds of girls, he was also – well, inept with any and all kinds of girls, which was bad enough.

They went inside a store, leaving Padfoot behind, and when they came back out, with no present for Mrs. Lupin, the big black dog was gone. Instead, a tall, black-haired boy was leaning against the pole.

"Where did Padfoot go?" Nancy asked as Nicole and Susan whispered about the handsome boy ahead of them.

"Oh, he probably just ran home," James said, shrugging it off.

"You let him alone in the city often?" Helen asked.

"Yeah, sure," James said. He looked at Sirius. "Hey, mate, what are you doing on this end of town?"

Sirius shrugged, raising shoulders as elegantly as possible.

"You know him?" Susan asked James. She giggled when Sirius winked at her and they moved along down the street, chatting and laughing and 'shopping' for Mrs. Lupin's birthday present.

And all Remus could think was 'Cruel, cruel gods…'

Andromeda, though years older than Sirius, would always be his first love. She was his first cousin, but generations ago, cousins married all the time.

Ever since he was born, Sirius had been in love with her charming smile, her twinkling eyes, and her long, dark locks. She was the one to sneak him candy after bed, to send him gifts from Hogwarts, and to take him places over the holidays. When he was younger, he was convinced he was going to marry her, and still secretly was. Old Teddie could always die, right? Right.

Even now, primping in the mirror while Nymphadora attacked James, Peter and Remus, Sirius sat in the seat next to her vanity, leaning against the wall, watching her through the corner of his eye.

"Thank you for watching her," Andromeda said coolly over the screams of a hyperactive three-year-old running from James. "Ted and I haven't gone out for a long time."

"Anything for you, m'dear," Sirius said, smirking.

"You're so kind," Andromeda said shortly. She paused, setting down her brush. "Your brother has been mailing me since you left."

Sirius nodded his hair out of his eyes, pretending not to care. "What has he said?" he asked.

"That you left and your mother hasn't stopped yelling since," Andromeda said. "He wants to go back to Hogwarts so that he can see you, and he was made prefect this summer."

Sirius's eyes flicked over to Remus, who now had Nymphie on his shoulders. "I knew it," he said. "He's such a kiss-up, really."

"He misses you," Andromeda said, now looking at Sirius.

"'Course he does," Sirius said roughly. "I – what, Andromeda? What do you want me to say?"

"That you miss him, too," Andromeda replied. There was a scream, a thud and then a crash. Andromeda turned in her seat. Peter was huddling by a broken lamp. He pointed at the little girl who was laughing. "Reparo." She looked back at her cousin.

"What's the point of saying anything?" Sirius asked. "You know I do, but you always insist on me saying things. So much like a female."

Andromeda smiled at Sirius. She stood. "I need to get going," she said. "Have her in bed by nine. Don't drink anything. You don't turn eighteen for a long time."

Sirius just gave her a wry smile. "Just, at least, don't break anything," Andromeda said, narrowing her eyes. "Thanks again, really, Sirius. Bye, boys!"

The three boys waved good-bye while little Nympho ran to her mother for a hug. Andromeda scooped up her little girl, covering her face with kisses. She kissed Sirius on the cheek, then left the room, leaving the scent of her perfume behind.

The four boys watched Nymph for the night. They had a variety of nicknames for the feisty little girl – Nympho, Nymphie, Nympha, Nymph, Dora, Dory, Dot. She had nicknames for them, too, such as Jass, Siwus, Pee and Weemus. Weemus was definitely her favorite.

"This is injustice," Sirius complained. "She likes you more than me. I'm her cousin – and future step-father."

"At least she doesn't have a nickname for you that's a bodily function," Peter said.

"Future step-father?" James repeated.

"Oh, yes, Sirius is going to marry Andromeda after Ted dies," Remus informed James.

"But I thought Violet Moss had you claimed," James said innocently.

"And you also thought you had Lily Evans claimed," Sirius replied.

Remus smiled, despite his better judgment. "Harsh," Peter said.

"Shut up, Pee," James said, making a face at him.

Nympho brought her toy car to Sirius, squealing and giggling. She brought him all the rest of her toys over the next ten minutes. "Maybe you'll marry Nympho instead of her mother," James said.

"Don't be ridiculous," Sirius muttered.

After they put Nympho to bed and each of them read her one story, Sirius led the others to the kitchen. "She's got firewhiskey, wine, mead," he said. "You name it, they've got it. And they don't even drink half of it, it always spoils. So, really, we'll just be helping out."

"You sure they won't care?" Peter asked, trying to sound casual.

"Of course – Andromeda's in love with him," James said. He patted Peter on the back. "Some things are worth betraying the trust of a loved one."

"Getting pissed is one of them?" Peter asked.

"I'm not betraying her trust," Sirius said, getting unto a chair to open a high cabinet. "She expected me to drink half of it, anyway. You're just trying to get back at me for making that comment about Evans. But if I felt guilty, then you wouldn't be getting pissed tonight, right?"

He passed a bottle to Remus and Remus the Prefect felt like he was holding an Unforgivable. He quickly gave the bottle to Peter, whose eyes widened, and he nearly dropped it.

Only twice before had Peter drank – during a Hogsmeade visit, when Sirius hooked them up with firewhiskey, and at his house last summer when they had broken into his dad's liquor cabinet. His dad had never found out about it, but Peter was always paranoid. James and Sirius always did it with such ease, as though their parents had given them alcoholic drinks since birth. Remus never drank too much, and if he did, he was only tipsy. He never lost control or was too crazy, like James and Sirius, who lost what little self-control they possessed.

Soon, they sat around in the living room, drinking. James and Sirius were singing, all enmity forgotten. "The way I see it . . . it'll be all the sweeter when Evans realizes how much she really loves me," James had said. "I'll have to say I told you so every five minutes just so you know how wrong you were."

"You have such nice fantasies," Peter had said, and then had to duck when James threw an empty bottle at him.

Sirius turned on Andromeda's music records and started dancing. He sat on Remus's lap and tried to talk into him into drinking more firewhiskey. "I think I'll stick with my butterbeer," Remus said.

"Come on, if a buzz is all you feel, you haven't got enough!" Sirius exclaimed.

"We are watching a three-year-old girl," Remus replied. "With that in mind, one of us should be at least semi-sober."

"You are no fun," Sirius said, pointing his finger in Remus's face. "Nypmhie is dead asleep."

As if on cue, the four boys heard cries from upstairs. Sirius immediately covered Remus's ears. "Get off me," Remus said, pushing Sirius's hands away and standing up. Sirius stumbled off of Remus's lap, laughing, then looked very offended when Remus started to walk upstairs.

After Nymphadora went back to sleep, Remus returned to his three rowdy friends. Despite how many times he rolled his eyes, he did enjoy himself. James started giving Peter a lap dance, and Sirius wasn't even annoyed when James talked nonstop about a certain redheaded witch. They didn't break anything, unlike past drinking experiences, and James was the first to pass out on the couch, mumbling about green eyes and ink stains.

Remus won the first rock-paper-scissors championship, then he won the second when Sirius wasn't satisfied, and he also won the third. "It's only because you're sober," Sirius said, ignoring the fact that Remus always won this pointless game.

Andromeda and Ted came home around midnight, when Remus was the only one still awake. He had already thrown away all of the bottles, righted all the furniture and dressed all of his friends. "Hi, Remus," Ted said kindly. He looked at the other boys; James sprawled across the couch, Peter curled up in a ball in the armchair and Sirius leaning on Remus's shoulder.

"I told you they'd get into the cabinet," Andromeda said quietly. Remus started to wake Sirius up. "Oh, don't worry about it, Remus. The four of you can stay here tonight. Was Nymphadora all right?"

"Yeah," Remus said. "She went to bed at nine. She woke up again about an hour ago, but she said she just had a bad dream."

Andromeda smiled at Remus. "Thanks," she said. "Do you want to stay in one of the spare bedrooms?"

"We're fine on the couches," Remus said. He had already told James's mother that they would be staying here tonight, because he knew Andromeda would offer.

"I was only talking about you," Andromeda said, her smile brightening. She brought out her wand. "Are you sure?"

Remus nodded. She waved her wand and blankets hovered down from upstairs. She covered James and Peter, tucking them in and taking James's glasses off of Peter. She covered Remus and Sirius, also. "Thanks for not breaking anything," Ted told Remus. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," Remus replied, shifting into a more comfortable position on the loveseat. Sirius let out a massive snore, flopping unto Remus's chest. The buzz Remus had had for a few hours made it easier for him to fall asleep, despite the numbing pain in his legs from Sirius's weight.

Lily walked through the barrier separating her two worlds. She entered the platform for The Hogwarts Express, full of noise and movement. She moved out of the way for her parents to come through and began looking around for her friends. Her parents, Edward and Rose, came unto the platform after a moment. It was the first time that they had let Petunia stay home, but not the first time she had wanted to.

"Oh, I just love coming here," Rose said cheerfully.

Everyone on Platform 9 3/4 bustled around excitedly, students reuniting with their friends and parents hugging their children. There were familiar faces everywhere. Lily felt a rush of excitement to go back to school. "Me, too," she agreed with her mother.

"Now, don't get into any trouble," Edward said.

"You know me," Lily said with a smile.

"Write us, dear, you must," Rose said. "Have a good year - oh, and tell James Potter we said hi."

"Oh, mum, please don't joke," Lily said, rolling her eyes. If James knew she told her parents about him, he would never let her hear the end of it. Never mind the fact that she was complaining about him. Just that he was mentioned would make James eternally happy.

Laughing, Rose put her hand on her shoulder. "No, but really, I want to see him," she said. She began looking around the platform.

"No, don't make it any worse," Lily said quickly.

"Oh, is that him?" Rose asked, on her tiptoes.

Lily looked over in the direction towards where she was looking. Lily had described James's appearance to her mother; messy black hair, tall, glasses, and with the air of all the arrogance in the world. Sure enough, James Potter was standing near his friends, looking around the platform. "Yes, mum, stop looking at him," Lily said.

"He's cute," Rose said.

"No, he's not," Lily and Edward said in unison.

"You don't need to worry about boys," Edward said. "You've got enough trouble with just school."

"Mum, stop!" Lily said as her face grew red.

"Oh, I think he saw me looking at him!" Rose exclaimed, laughing.

Lily moaned in agony, blushing harder. Like his ego needed any help. "Thanks, mum," she said.

"Don't mention it," Rose said, grinning. She pulled her into a hug, ruffling her hair up a little bit. She looked at her watch. "We've got to hurry, dear, we have that open house."

Edward hugged Lily with one of his arms. "We love you," he said.

"Love you, too," Lily said. "See you at Christmas."

"Have a great year," Rose said.

Lily turned her cart and started making her way to the train. She looked over her shoulder and waved at her parents just before they left through the barrier.

She turned around and stopped just before her cart ran into Potter. "Wotcher, Evans," he said. He had that insufferable smirk on his face. Two months wasn't long enough to be away from him.

"Excuse me," she said curtly.

"Need help with your trunk?" James asked. He stooped down and pulled on the handle of her trunk. She stepped forward and helped with the other side, steadying her owl's cage on top of the trunk. The two of them went to the nearest empty compartment, sliding the trunk underneath the seats.

"Thanks," Lily said, straightening down her skirt.

"How was your holiday?" James asked.

"Good," Lily said shortly. "Thanks."

She started to walk past him, but he took hold of her arm. She gave him a look with raised eyebrows. "Er," James said, dropping her arm. "Sorry. . .have you thought about my offer?"

"Yes," Lily said. "Very deeply. For long hours into the night. Excruciating, toiling work went into thinking, and I still won't go out with you. I've got to find the new Head Girl."

"Are you sure –" James began.

"Yes," Lily said.

With that, she left the compartment. She sighed, rolling her eyes. She walked down towards the prefects car, keeping her eye out for Melissa, the new Head Girl. She had only met Melissa a few times, and she was a really nice girl. Lily's roommate Candace worshiped Celestina Warbeck, so she talked to Melissa as often as she could.

In the perfects compartment, only a few people were gathered around. The train was going to leave in a few minutes. Lily looked outside of the window. The platform was clearing. Parents were waving to their children. She saw a few robed men walking around, and she could guess they were Aurors, making sure everything went smoothly. She saw a small girl pass one of them, looking up at him with a confused look on her face.

Lily remembered coming to Hogwarts, thrilled to experience a whole new world. She was eager to learn all she could about the wizarding world. She was sure she had tired out her roommates by the third day. She remembered learning about the war that was going on, too.

Lily walked out of the Great Hall. She was walking with Mary MacDonald to Gryffindor Tower with the rest of the Gryffindors. Everyone was talking excitedly as they moved towards their dormitories.

They walked next to a group of Slytherins. Lily saw Severus in the midst of them, but he didn't see her. Lily could already tell Gryffindors didn't like Slytherins, and vice versa. There were plenty of insults dropped during dinner, and now students who had seemed friendly were scowling at people walking next to them. Lily hoped it didn't do anything to her and Severus - he was her only friend so far. Despite what had happened to Petunia, he had helped her in the summer.

"Got lots of Mudbloods this year?" a tall boy asked a Gryffindor boy.

"Don't say that word," the Gryffindor snarled. His friend grabbed him and pulled him away from a fight.

Lily turned to Mary, who had been born into a wizarding family. "What's a Mudblood?" she asked.

Mary's eyes widened, putting her hand on Lily's mouth. "Don't say that!" she exclaimed.

"What is it?" Lily asked, pushing Mary's hand away.

"It's a really, really bad word for someone who's Muggleborn," Mary said.

Lily fell silent, glancing at the tall Slytherin boy. They separated from the Slytherins, walking up a staircase. The portraits greeted them as they passed. Lily stared, her eyes wide. Staircases moved above them. There were knights in armor along one of the corridors. "Careful for the trick step," the older Gryffindors called out. A few younger ones got stuck and had to be pulled out by the arms.

They reached the Fat Lady, and the prefect gave a password. After the portrait swung open, they entered the common room. Lily couldn't believe this would be her home for the next nine months, and then after that, for seven years. It was warm and cozy. She could hardly concentrate as the prefect told them about the rules. It took her an hour to fall asleep that night.

The next morning, Lily got up earlier than the rest of her roommates. She pulled on her Gryffindor robes, beaming as she looked at herself in the mirror. She filled up her book bag with everything she needed, and walked down to The Great Hall with the rest of her roommates because she was afraid she would have gotten lost by herself.

During breakfast, hundreds of owls swooped into The Great Hall, dropping letters and packages to their respective students. A fifth year a few seats away from her got a newspaper. He ignored the front page and turned right to the sports section.

What caught her attention was the main story: 3 MORE WIZARDS KILLED IN LIVERPOOL. Underneath the headline was a picture of a house, its door ajar. Over the house, though, was green smoke in the form of a skull, and through the skull's mouth came a snake. The student passed the newspaper to someone else before Lily could look at it any longer.

"What is that?" Lily asked Debra, motioning to the newspaper.

"It's a newspaper," Debra said.

"No, I mean the green thing," Lily said. "The skull and the snake."

Debra glanced at the newspaper, her face falling. She paused, putting her fork down. She glanced around uncomfortably. "It's the Dark Mark," she said.

"What's that?" Lily pressed on.

"It's Voldemort's mark," Debra said. She cleared her throat. "Voldemort is an evil wizard. He has followers, and they kill people. There's a war going on."

Lily stared at her in response to this news. "A war?" she repeated.

"A war," Debra said firmly. "He kills and tortures people."

"Why?" Lily asked. "What are they fighting over?"

Debra looked at her intently. The prefect across from them stepped into their conversation. "They don't like Muggleborns," he said. "They think all witches and wizards should come from pure families. They don't think we should marry Muggles, either. They want the wizarding bloodline to be pure - without any Muggles."

Lily's face fell. Confused, she asked, "Why?"

The prefect just shrugged. "Not everyone thinks like that, though," he said. "I don't. If anyone gives you dragon dung, tell me."

"What's your name?" Lily asked.

"Caradoc Dearborn," the prefect said proudly. "What's yours?"

"Lily Evans," Lily replied.

"I'm not kidding now," Caradoc said. "If any Slytherin says anything to you, I'll take care of him."

Lily nodded. She glanced over at the Slytherin table. She saw Severus sitting at the end of the table, immersed in his food as some older students talked next to him.

After breakfast, Lily found Severus and pulled him aside before she had to find her way to Transfiguration. "How are you liking it so far?" she asked.

"It's great," Severus said, smiling. He looked better in his robes, and he wore his Slytherin badge proudly. "I haven't met too many people yet, but that's okay. I think Slytherins have Potions with the Gryffindors."

"Oh, yeah," Lily said brightly. "We'll have the same class on Wednesday."

"Yeah," Severus said.

Lily paused. "Severus, you didn't tell me about the war," she said.

Severus looked confused for a moment. "You mean Voldemort?" he asked.

"Yeah," Lily said.

"The war isn't a big deal. Don't worry about it," Severus said. "It only started a few years ago."

"But they don't like Muggleborns," Lily replied. "Debra said they torture and kill them."

"Lily, you're just a kid, they're not going to hurt you," Severus said. "Besides, Hogwarts is the safest place to be. I read in the paper that Dumbledore is the only wizard Voldemort is afraid of."

"Dumbledore?" Lily repeated. The old Headmaster seemed a bit loopy, not like someone an evil wizard would be afraid of.

"Yeah," Severus said. "He's done loads of stuff. Really, don't worry."

Lily nodded quietly. "I should get going," she said. "I want to be early to class."

"All right," Severus said. "Okay, I'll see you later."

Lily walked away. She smiled over her shoulder at Severus, her worries about the war dissolving for a little while.

Things had changed a lot since then. Lily now knew she should be worrying about the war, which grew worse day by day, and she no longer looked forward to classes she had with Slytherins.

The next chapter up . . . the beginning of sixth year involves an arrogant Head Boy and a disastrous Slug Club meeting.