*This story isn't actually mine, it is my friends, she is called Searching for My Happy Ending, but I did help with some of the ideas and basic plot, however, she is discontinuing it and I thought this was absolutely ABOMINABLE, so I'm writing the rest for her, apologies if it is not up to her standard*
Lily POV
I hit the ground with a thud.
"Marlene Ruth Ellen McKinnon! If you leave your freaking stilettos on the floor again I will drive one of the heels through your jugular!"
A rather muffled reply floated up from downstairs.
"If I understood what that meant I'd come up with a devastating comeback, but, unfortunately, I don't and therefore it does not offend me".
Ignoring this rather skewed logic I threw the offending heel into the wall. Hey- it hit me first!
We were currently packing for a ski holiday as after 10 years of nagging my parents, as a 16th birthday present they'd let me go to their chalet unsupervised with two of my friends. Although it was me doing the nagging I do judge my parents slightly for letting Marlene McKinnon loose on their chalet unaccompanied. She is, to put it nicely, slightly criminally insane, when you get to know her. Trust me. A BIG mistake on my part.
We won't have much to damage though; our chalet is in a tiny Swiss village called St Luc that has approximately 60 occupants in total, and exactly 0 occupants under 20. Still, should be an interesting experience... If nothing else then it gave me a chance to get away from the munchkins (I refuse to call them Marauders, it would inflate their egos so much they would be in serious danger of taking off. And it's for funsies; the expression on their face after being called munchkins is priceless.) I'm especially glad to get away from head munchkin, who is, ::cue scary music:: James Potter…
James POV
Sirius strutted out of the changing room looking proud of himself. He was wearing none other than a skin tight white lycra "ski suit" he looked liked he'd just discovered the room of requirement all over again. He began striking poses explaining in detail just how well it showed off his muscles, the female assistant was staring looking traumatised and, when he smacked his butt, swiftly fainted.
"See! My beauty overloaded her brain!" he said triumphantly. I was currently bent double, comatose with laughter and Remus still looked slightly in shock. He finally managed to choke out
"Won't you be a little... well... chilly?"
"Moi, chilly? Real men are immune to cold!" He said.
"Just like real men wear lycra?" I asked.
"Yes! Finally someone's got it!" he exclaimed.
"Fine, but don't blame me when you die of hypothermia." said Remus
"But Remsie-poo" he said, looking confused "I'm immortal" The boy worries me sometimes...