I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!
Year 3 is(finally) here! To new readers, welcome, to my faithful followers, welcome back! I hope this chapter is not as sucky in your eyes as it is in mine!
Riley was asleep.
It had been almost a month since she'd said goodbye to the boys and gone home, back to the Muggle world, and she had only received 3 letters. Sirius hadn't written her yet. Her room was already impossibly messy, despite the fact that her mother had cleaned every inch of it while she was at school. Books and several sheets of parchment were scattered across the floor, her owl's cage was open and food, feathers, and droppings littered the bottom, and several quills, along with her inkpots, took up the space of her desk. The bed that Riley was sleeping in had several blankets, all thoroughly rumpled, one pillow, and right in the center, Riley was tangled up in the comforter, thrashing around.
"Run! Run for your life!" yelled Sirius, as they raced down the corridor.
"Don't you think you're being a bit dramatic, mate?" Peter asked, trying to keep up with James and Remus' paces. Sirius shook his head.
"No way! The Slytherins are on the warpath! I-OH GOOD GODRIC! THEY'RE RIGHT BEHIND US!"
Riley turned around and saw a huge horde of angry students, all wearing the Slytherin uniform, and at the front of the group saw Adrian, her ex-best friend.
"No!" Riley gasped weakly, waking up and sitting up in her bed, "Merlin's saggy underpants. Adrian with magic? Now that's a scary thought."
As she looked over at her owl cage, Riley was surprised to see that Amber was sitting peacefully in her cage, gazing contently at a spot above Riley's head. She looked up, and saw a large barn owl sitting atop her dresser with a letter tied to its leg.
"Drome! Here, boy!" called Riley quietly, holding her arm out to the owl, which immediately fluttered down and landed on the bed. Drome was Sirius' owl that he had gotten in second year. Riley quickly opened the letter, and began to read it as she stroked Drome's head.
Haze-
Hello! How's your break been? I'm sorry I couldn't write earlier, Mum's been watching me like a hawk. A few days she actually sent Kreacher after me with a frying pan! Creepy little bugger, Kreacher, he's been muttering to himself ever since I came back home. Once again, of course, Regulus is being a pompous little git. He's got a new broom, too, since he'll be trying out Beater. That thickhead, Crabbe, isn't going to be on the team anymore, and Regulus is constantly training for the spot. Last week, that Dumbledorefondling-mumkissing-weirdo pratface BROKE MY WINDOW WITH A BLUDGER! Then the nasty thing chased me around my room and broke most of my stuff. I had my bat in my trunk, though, and I managed to hit it out, but it hit Regulus and knocked him off his broom. Mum yelled at me for hours and I had to clean half the house, but later I ordered Kreacher to repair my window and stuff.
Enough of depressing home stories!
Prongs wrote me last week. He found a book on Animagi in his library that apparently has some of the basics of becoming an Animagus. I looked in our library, but all we've got is creepy Dark Arts rubbish. I won't bother asking if you've found anything, you being in a Muggle home and all. On a related note, the full moon is next week, and Moony's going to the Shrieking Shack. Will you be able to come to Remus'? We're hanging out there until he's healed, then heading over to James' place. Let me know if you can't make it to Remus', but if you can, Floo over there on Monday or Tuesday. You don't know their Floo address, do you? Remy's dad brought you by Apparation last summer. It's Lupin Residence. See you soon, yeah?
-Padfoot
Riley chuckled as she read Sirius' letter, frowning a bit as she read about the full moon, but when she was finished, she smiled.
"Padfoot, you crazy mutt," she whispered fondly, before grabbing a quill and parchment off of the floor and writing her reply.
Padfoot-
My break's been boring as hell. Better than yours, I guess. I feel like seriously hurting your mum. Be civil to the elf, Siri. He may be a nasty little bugger, but he's probably not in his right mind. Regulus sounds right foul. I pity you, mate. Dumbledorekissing-mumfeeling-weirdo pratface? Real mature, Paddy-poo. And Dumbledore-fondling? Bad, bad mental images. Oh… Just imagine Snape stroking Dumbledore's beard. That's hilarious, but so wrong at the same time. MERLIN'S UNDERPANTS! Imagine Minnie stroking his beard! Seriously laughing my arse off here.
If you see Prongs before I do, pat him on the back, that book will be a huge help. If we've got the basics, then we can at least start doing some research and maybe even start with the transformation. How cool would that be? Third years, working on the Animagi transformation! Cool, though highly illegal. I can hear you now, "It being illegal makes it all the more exciting!" I swear, when you and Prongs talk about pranks, you sound like those girls who go to the Muggle school when they're going shopping. "OMG, girls, LOOK at those shoes!" "This lip gloss is the best thing since high heels!" Complete with lots of girly giggling. Yeah, I'll be able to come to Moony's. I'll probably be there Tuesday, but I might run late and possibly come on Wednesday. Probably not, though, but I'm giving you a heads up. Don't be a bunch of idiots when you're over there before I get there, remember, we need to keep him calm and happy before the moon so he doesn't hurt himself too badly. I know I've told you this a million times, if not more, but I hate the fact that he might get severely injured and we couldn't have helped him.
-Haze
"C'mere, you," Riley said gently to Drome, who fluttered over to her and held out his leg, waiting for her to tie the letter on. She did so with fumbling fingers, yawning, and as soon as the owl had flown out through her window, she sank back into her pillow, fast asleep.
The next morning, Riley was spreading jam calmly on some toast when a large brown owl swooped through the window and knocked the toast from her hands. She leapt to her feet, cursing.
"Oi!" she yelled angrily at the owl, which was watching her intently from the top of the refrigerator, "get down her and give me that letter!" The owl swooped back down and landed on the table, holding out its leg.
Haze-
MY DARLING LOVE HOW ARE YOU? I miss you so much. My parents have been so boring. They want me to read textbooks! TEXTBOOKS! It's bloody torture! I can't wait to go to Remus'. Are you coming? This is my dad's owl, in case you're wondering. My owl is taking a letter to Remus, but I had to write. I hope it doesn't do anything bad, it's not exactly the most well-behaved owl. Also, I've got big news. I had this genius idea, like a revelation, pure brilliance. And I was like, 'Merlin's buttocks, I must tell my best friend, Riley!' Guess what my idea is? We make a code! I don't have any ideas for it yet, but that's what you're here for! I mean, you know all those Muggle codes and stuff, surely you can come up with an idea.
Anyways, I've also got an update on the Animagi. I found this amazing book in my library that tells all about the basics of the transformation. I'm really excited, though the beginning of the process sounds difficult. That brings me to a question I wanted to ask you. Do you mind starting the transformation first? We all know you're the most skilled, and it'd be easier for us, so we could follow your example. I've owled the others, and we've agreed that it's best to wait until we're back at Hogwarts to start. See you at Moony's, yeah?
-Prongs
Prongs-
My darling love? I think your withdrawal from Sirius has addled your brains. Your darling love is Evans, remember? Some of the textbooks can be boring, but surely you would at least be able to endure some reading from Transfiguration! You're top of the class. Yeah, I'm coming to Remus', but I'll more likely than not be there after you guys, but definitely before the moon. Until I get there, try and behave yourself, all right? Your dad's owl is evil. You owe me a piece of toast. Merlin's buttocks? Seriously? There are no words for your… 'special'-ness. A code? That sounds cool. I'll look up some crap and see what I can scrape together.
I heard about the book, Padfoot told me. The beginning will probably be the most difficult part, along with fully transforming. Yeah, I'll start first. I was actually considering that before you asked, seeing as you idiots need a demonstration in something as simple as repotting a Mandrake. I think waiting until Hogwarts is smart, too. We'll have more privacy in our dormitory, and we can't exactly use magic until we're there, either. I'm wondering if you even remembered that fact, or if you remembered, and were just planning on breaking that rule like we did last summer, with the color transferring charm. See you soon, Prongy-poo!
-Haze
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Listening to: Over and Over by Three Days Grace