AUTHOR NOTES:This fic isn't written in my usual writing style because I have copied the style from one of my favorite books Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging, which is part of the Georgia Nicolson series of books by Louise Rennison.
This fic is a result of me re-reading the Georgia Nicolson books and reading too much Remus/Sirius fics.
I wrote this for fun and because I couldn't get it out of my head so don't take it too seriously.
DISCLAIMER: The writing style and some of the plot ideas come from the book Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging so they unfortunately belong to the wonderful Louise Rennison. The characters are the fantastic J.K Rowling's creation so I don't own them either.
Padfoot, Prongs and Furry Little Problems
Tuesday 26th December
4:35am
The Gryffindor fifth year boys' dormitory
I have made a complete and utter fool of myself.
To be fair all of the Marauders made complete fools of themselves today/yesterday, which isn't surprising considering the amount of firewhisky James managed to smuggle in to the Christmas Party. However, unfortunately for me I made a complete prat of myself way before I got around to drowning my sorrows in alcohol. Therefore I acted like a complete sober idiot, which in some ways is much worse than a drunken idiot because at least then you can blame in on the alcohol.
I on the other hand blame everything solely on my supposed best friend Sirius Black.
4:47am
There are six things very wrong with my life:
1. I am fifteen years old and I have never been kissed or even had a boyfriend (yes, I said BOYFRIEND, which leads me smoothly onto my next point…)
2. I am gay, (which incidentally seems to make point number one harder to achieve, because seriously how am I supposed to know which guys are gay and which aren't so I know who I can kiss? I asked Lily this and apparently gay guys are just supposed to know! This is obviously complete rubbish because I have no clue.)
3. I am a teenage werewolf (I bet you are shocked that something that is so hugely wrong with my life is only my middle point, I bet you are thinking; surely it should be first or last to increase the shock factor. Well I am sorry to disappoint you, but I have been a werewolf for TEN YEARS now so I am kind of used to it.)
4. I have a huge ugly scar right across my face! (I am used to having scars all over my body, but on my face! It is awful all red and raw and it has horribly ruined the little looks I had. It does not however look sexy, whatever Sirius says and I will not be having all the poofs in the land throwing themselves at me because of the sexiness of it.)
5. I am currently sharing my bed (which is meant for ONE person) with three other boys who have all passed out from consuming large amounts of alcohol. (It seems to be a strange tradition among the marauders to all pass out on the same bed after being drunk. I have no idea why it always has to be my bed though…. actually yes I do. It is because if we all slept ins someone else's bed I would almost defiantly get up and sleep in my own bed, effectively breaking 'tradition', therefore I have to put up with three half-naked oafs in my bed, oh the joy….NOT.)
6. I went to the Christmas Party dressed as a stuffed olive, (where I saw the Sex God for the first time and he saw me for the first time gawking at him like an idiot, dressed as a stuffed olive and you know what they say about first impressions…..Ahhh!! MY LIFE IS OVER!!)
5:15am
Peter is lying on my legs so that they have gone numb and I can't move. I have tried moving him several times, but with James and Sirius helpfully preventing the use of my arms it is virtually impossible.
Oh well, while I am stuck here I may as well reminisce about the awful events of yesterday's Christmas ball, therefore I can remember exactly why I am going to kill Sirius once he wakes up.
Although it had been James's idea to go to the party dressed up as pieces of food, it had been Sirius's idea for all four of us to go as stuffed olives. I wouldn't have minded so much if I could have dresses up as a bar of chocolate or something, but a stuffed olive…..what is that about? Therefore I naturally refused to co-operate with Sirius's so called 'genius' plan and insisted that I was going to go as something normal like a chocolate bar, or candy floss or a banana on roller-skates….or something.
However, unfortunately for me, James and Peter thought that going as stuffed olives would be hilarious, therefore I was forced to go to the Christmas Party dressed in one of the strange costumes that Sirius had made for us, (and when I say forced, I literally mean forced. Sirius actually sat on me and dressed me in it!)
When we made our grand entrance into the great hall, everyone turned to stare at us, (which incidentally had been exactly what Sirius had been hoping for) it was so embarrassing being seen looking so stupid that there was almost no need for my red face paint (which was supposed to look like the stuffing part of the stuffed olive) because I was blushing so hard.
And typically as luck would have it, that was when I first laid eyes on….HIM.
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