Title: Co-ed Theatre sleepover, yay!
Author: eMu
Summary: James convinces his parents to let him host a co-ed sleepover for theatre. And they're naïve enough to say yes. Aw…that's so cute.
Disclaimers: JK the brilliant
Rating: PG-13, as usual.
Author's Notes: So I have part of James and the Giant Orange up, and that's in the theatre series. This takes place when the Marauders are in fifth year (theatre will be a continued thing in my fanon-verse) and they worked with the fourth years and sixth years on this year's musical, Little Shop of Horrors. So the idea is, of the cast, whoever wanted to go did. And since it's at a notorious Gryffindor's house, don't expect a lot of Slytherins. Original characters abound! No Mary-Sue's! : )
"Is that what I think it is?" Tony Paglia asked, upon entering the Potter's living room through their fireplace. His best friend and partner in crime, Edward LeCinq flooed in just behind him.
"It's just incense." Sirius Black stated firmly, eyes darting to the doorway where Meryl Potter was waiting to welcome her son's peers.
"Sure it is." Tony said, rolling his eyes. He hefted his sleeping bag and overnight bag into the room. "Hullo Mrs. Potter."
"Hi!" Meryl squealed happily. "I'm Meryl, call me Meryl. I'm so excited to be meeting all of James' little school friends. This is so exciting! You kids can stay up all night and play games and have fun and I'm going to make lots of yummy snacks for everyone and we bought, what do you call them again James?" Meryl asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"A record player and a television." James answered, looking slightly annoyed.
"Yeah, that's it! Muggles are the most clever people, aren't they? I still don't understand how they get the little people into the box. So many little people…can they all breathe? I hope they don't suffocate. Oh no! I should go punch air holes!" Meryl exclaimed. She ran from the room. Tony raised an eyebrow. Though wizard born himself, he had enough of a grasp on the concept of a television to know that adding air holes was not a good idea.
"Shouldn't you stop her?" Tony asked.
"Nah, Mustachio will handle it." Sirius said, waving a hand dismissively.
"Mustachio?" Edward asked.
"That's what they all call my dad. He's got a moustache." James answered.
"Ah. So he's not Mr. Potter then?" Tony asked.
"Well he told us to refer to him by his first name." Remus Lupin answered.
"But it felt weird." Peter Pettigrew put in.
"So we call him Mustachio." Sirius explained.
"…But calling Meryl Meryl's okay?" Tony asked.
"Yes." The four answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Okay, I'm very confused now." Tony said conversationally.
"I think it makes perfect sense." Lily Evans said, walking in from the kitchen, presumably, as she was holding a chocolate chip cookie and a glass of milk. It contrasted oddly with the Marauders lounging around the room with joints (except Sirius, who was busy trying to make a bong out of an empty water bottle and a ball point pen).
"Lily! What are you doing here?" Tony yelped in surprise.
"The same thing I'm doing here." Cleo Estrelle answered as she gracefully walked out of the fireplace, luggage in tow. "This is a co-ed sleepover for theatre geeks."
"Which we are." Lily answered. She looked around the room. "You know, you could at least light incense if that's what you're going to tell your mum the smell is. It's just insulting otherwise."
"Yeah, okay." James said obediently, jumping to find some incense to appease Lily. Cleo made a whipping motion, which Tony and Edward reciprocated.
"Who else is coming then?" Edward asked, sitting down and helping himself to a tray of cookies on the coffee table.
"Everyone who was involved in the production was invited." James answered.
"You must have the nicest parents in the world. They're hosting a co-ed sleepover for three grades at Hogwarts." Tony said in disbelief, shaking his head.
"Meryl is the nicest woman in the world. And Mustachio is properly whipped, so he'll do whatever his wife says. Besides, we don't expect everyone to show. Edward, you'll probably be the only Slytherin. Jeremy's not exactly popular with that lot." Lily noted.
An annoyed look crossed James' face at being referred to as Jeremy. He'd never quite forgiven the student body for screwing up his name for an entire year, and they still habitually referred to him as James to annoy him. He especially hated Lily calling him Jeremy.
"Well, I told Sev to come but I doubt he actually will. After the incident by the lake and everything." Cleo said distractedly, flipping through one of Meryl's parenting magazines.
"What? You told Snivellous to come?" Sirius asked, looking up from his bong-making.
"Yes. I told him he should come along, because the rest of the cult is going to be here and it'll piss you four off." Cleo reiterated.
"Wait, all of the Misery cult is coming here?" James asked.
"Of course. We never miss an opportunity to congregate." Lily answered.
"So that's the only reason you came then?" James asked, looking slightly hurt.
"Pretty much, yeah." Lily said casually, her heartless bitch front up. Really, she was starting to like James back and had jumped at the opportunity to spend extra time with him without seeming like she wanted to, but she wasn't about to explain that to him. Cleo rolled her eyes before turning back to the magazine.
The Misery cult was one of those wonderful unapproved school activities. It centred around the Potions professor, who was rather popular with the freaks, geeks and activists of the student body, Professor Arey. Professor Arey also happened to be a feminist, and when the students realized that, and realized how nice Ms. Arey sounded, they started referring to her as Misery. A group of students who especially liked her and she especially liked back hung around in her classroom during their free time, and came to be known as the Misery cult. The cult consisted of Tony Paglia, Edward LeCinq, Lily Evans, Cleo Estrelle, Max Smiladon, Lolita Pickett, Ami Changela, Nis Malfoy and Severus Snape. And thanks to the burning hatred most cult members had for the Marauders, none of them were well received by Misery.
Within the hour, the cult had arrived (minus Severus, who it seemed had decided to ignore Cleo. Apparently his dignity hadn't recovered from a large portion of the school seeing his undies after OWLs). Also present were the other Gryffin-whores, Jezzebel Samsa, Lydia Beets and Pam Patil. The other fifth years to show up were Lucien Silver, Natasha Hereuse and Marjane Pickett (the only Slytherin other than Edward to show). For fourth years there were Eric Nell, Saidi and Saman Silver, Gypsy Saladna, Paul Pevensy, Ethan Arden-Kare and Hunter Waldemar. And the only sixth year to show was Frank Longbottom.
"Wow. Full house." Sirius commented, watching the crowd fill in.
"Twenty six. Shit, your mum is nice." Cleo noted. "Ooo…we're gonna have fun tonight."
Mustachio kindly warped the space of the room so that it could comfortably hold the kids. With the new dimensions, their sleeping bags were laid out in comfortably spaced rows and there was still room for dancing by the record player.
Lily had monopolized the record player, and had her collection laid out before her. She was currently playing Dark Side of the Moon, which Sirius had commented, 'Sounds great when you're high."
To which she had responded, "Everything sounds great when you're high. The fucking BeeGees would sound great when you're high. Pink Floyd sounds good when you're straight too."
Then Meryl entered the room again, Mustachio trailing behind her. "Hi kids! I made lots of rice crispie squares, there's enough for everyone. Honey look at all the kids that came, James must be very well liked."
"Yeah, or maybe it's because this is a loosely chaperoned co-ed sleepover." Mustachio said dryly.
"Oh don't be silly. Now you kids are going to behave, aren't you?" Meryl asked.
"Oh yes Mrs. Potter. We promise." Max said honestly. A few snickers were heard from the high teens.
"Let me have a hit off that." Frank whispered to Sirius, who passed along his successfully crafted bong. Meryl didn't notice.
"Well I'm going to leave you kids alone now-oh Lily! You did come!" Meryl exclaimed, noticing Lily sitting with the cult, minus Lolita who was trying to make Gypsy and Paul feel comfortable around all the fifth years.
"Y-yeah." Lily answered, feeling slightly awkward.
"See James, I told you she liked you!" Meryl said in an accusing manner. James' face went bright red.
"Hey mum, don't you have some dishes to wash or something?" James snapped before he could quite think. If he had, he would have remembered that as a feminist, Lily would find that comment insulting.
"Oh yeah, I made all those rice crispie treats. There are s tack of dishes. I'd better go. Have fun kids!" Meryl called, exiting the room while the female members of the Misery cult, all feminists, threw pillows and insults at the still bright red James.
Mustachio lingered in the room. He cleared his throat and attention was turned to him.
"Now kids, I'm not an idiot, and I'm not as nice and naïve as Meryl. I know that you're all teenagers and I know what teenagers do. And I know that that smell is not incense. James, you could have the decency to at least light some incense if you're going to say that." Mustachio said, turning a reproving look to his son.
"S-sorry Dad." James said nervously.
"However, I'm going to make a deal with you. Toe the line, but do not cross it. I will leave you alone for most of the night, but I will come in here on occasion, at random, and if I see a single sexual act, I will be tossing that boy out onto the street. Without pants. And you'd better clear out fast, because I'll be calling, what are those Muggle men in the funny cars? Ah yes, the police. And I do not care if you are my son, my son's best friend or just some random stranger." Mustachio said warningly, his gaze travelling from James, to Sirius, to the room at large.
"And what if it's a girl?" Lydia asked curiously.
"You get to keep your pants." Mustachio answered, before exiting.
Author: eMu
Summary: James convinces his parents to let him host a co-ed sleepover for theatre. And they're naïve enough to say yes. Aw…that's so cute.
Disclaimers: JK the brilliant
Rating: PG-13, as usual.
Author's Notes: So I have part of James and the Giant Orange up, and that's in the theatre series. This takes place when the Marauders are in fifth year (theatre will be a continued thing in my fanon-verse) and they worked with the fourth years and sixth years on this year's musical, Little Shop of Horrors. So the idea is, of the cast, whoever wanted to go did. And since it's at a notorious Gryffindor's house, don't expect a lot of Slytherins. Original characters abound! No Mary-Sue's! : )
"Is that what I think it is?" Tony Paglia asked, upon entering the Potter's living room through their fireplace. His best friend and partner in crime, Edward LeCinq flooed in just behind him.
"It's just incense." Sirius Black stated firmly, eyes darting to the doorway where Meryl Potter was waiting to welcome her son's peers.
"Sure it is." Tony said, rolling his eyes. He hefted his sleeping bag and overnight bag into the room. "Hullo Mrs. Potter."
"Hi!" Meryl squealed happily. "I'm Meryl, call me Meryl. I'm so excited to be meeting all of James' little school friends. This is so exciting! You kids can stay up all night and play games and have fun and I'm going to make lots of yummy snacks for everyone and we bought, what do you call them again James?" Meryl asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
"A record player and a television." James answered, looking slightly annoyed.
"Yeah, that's it! Muggles are the most clever people, aren't they? I still don't understand how they get the little people into the box. So many little people…can they all breathe? I hope they don't suffocate. Oh no! I should go punch air holes!" Meryl exclaimed. She ran from the room. Tony raised an eyebrow. Though wizard born himself, he had enough of a grasp on the concept of a television to know that adding air holes was not a good idea.
"Shouldn't you stop her?" Tony asked.
"Nah, Mustachio will handle it." Sirius said, waving a hand dismissively.
"Mustachio?" Edward asked.
"That's what they all call my dad. He's got a moustache." James answered.
"Ah. So he's not Mr. Potter then?" Tony asked.
"Well he told us to refer to him by his first name." Remus Lupin answered.
"But it felt weird." Peter Pettigrew put in.
"So we call him Mustachio." Sirius explained.
"…But calling Meryl Meryl's okay?" Tony asked.
"Yes." The four answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Okay, I'm very confused now." Tony said conversationally.
"I think it makes perfect sense." Lily Evans said, walking in from the kitchen, presumably, as she was holding a chocolate chip cookie and a glass of milk. It contrasted oddly with the Marauders lounging around the room with joints (except Sirius, who was busy trying to make a bong out of an empty water bottle and a ball point pen).
"Lily! What are you doing here?" Tony yelped in surprise.
"The same thing I'm doing here." Cleo Estrelle answered as she gracefully walked out of the fireplace, luggage in tow. "This is a co-ed sleepover for theatre geeks."
"Which we are." Lily answered. She looked around the room. "You know, you could at least light incense if that's what you're going to tell your mum the smell is. It's just insulting otherwise."
"Yeah, okay." James said obediently, jumping to find some incense to appease Lily. Cleo made a whipping motion, which Tony and Edward reciprocated.
"Who else is coming then?" Edward asked, sitting down and helping himself to a tray of cookies on the coffee table.
"Everyone who was involved in the production was invited." James answered.
"You must have the nicest parents in the world. They're hosting a co-ed sleepover for three grades at Hogwarts." Tony said in disbelief, shaking his head.
"Meryl is the nicest woman in the world. And Mustachio is properly whipped, so he'll do whatever his wife says. Besides, we don't expect everyone to show. Edward, you'll probably be the only Slytherin. Jeremy's not exactly popular with that lot." Lily noted.
An annoyed look crossed James' face at being referred to as Jeremy. He'd never quite forgiven the student body for screwing up his name for an entire year, and they still habitually referred to him as James to annoy him. He especially hated Lily calling him Jeremy.
"Well, I told Sev to come but I doubt he actually will. After the incident by the lake and everything." Cleo said distractedly, flipping through one of Meryl's parenting magazines.
"What? You told Snivellous to come?" Sirius asked, looking up from his bong-making.
"Yes. I told him he should come along, because the rest of the cult is going to be here and it'll piss you four off." Cleo reiterated.
"Wait, all of the Misery cult is coming here?" James asked.
"Of course. We never miss an opportunity to congregate." Lily answered.
"So that's the only reason you came then?" James asked, looking slightly hurt.
"Pretty much, yeah." Lily said casually, her heartless bitch front up. Really, she was starting to like James back and had jumped at the opportunity to spend extra time with him without seeming like she wanted to, but she wasn't about to explain that to him. Cleo rolled her eyes before turning back to the magazine.
The Misery cult was one of those wonderful unapproved school activities. It centred around the Potions professor, who was rather popular with the freaks, geeks and activists of the student body, Professor Arey. Professor Arey also happened to be a feminist, and when the students realized that, and realized how nice Ms. Arey sounded, they started referring to her as Misery. A group of students who especially liked her and she especially liked back hung around in her classroom during their free time, and came to be known as the Misery cult. The cult consisted of Tony Paglia, Edward LeCinq, Lily Evans, Cleo Estrelle, Max Smiladon, Lolita Pickett, Ami Changela, Nis Malfoy and Severus Snape. And thanks to the burning hatred most cult members had for the Marauders, none of them were well received by Misery.
Within the hour, the cult had arrived (minus Severus, who it seemed had decided to ignore Cleo. Apparently his dignity hadn't recovered from a large portion of the school seeing his undies after OWLs). Also present were the other Gryffin-whores, Jezzebel Samsa, Lydia Beets and Pam Patil. The other fifth years to show up were Lucien Silver, Natasha Hereuse and Marjane Pickett (the only Slytherin other than Edward to show). For fourth years there were Eric Nell, Saidi and Saman Silver, Gypsy Saladna, Paul Pevensy, Ethan Arden-Kare and Hunter Waldemar. And the only sixth year to show was Frank Longbottom.
"Wow. Full house." Sirius commented, watching the crowd fill in.
"Twenty six. Shit, your mum is nice." Cleo noted. "Ooo…we're gonna have fun tonight."
Mustachio kindly warped the space of the room so that it could comfortably hold the kids. With the new dimensions, their sleeping bags were laid out in comfortably spaced rows and there was still room for dancing by the record player.
Lily had monopolized the record player, and had her collection laid out before her. She was currently playing Dark Side of the Moon, which Sirius had commented, 'Sounds great when you're high."
To which she had responded, "Everything sounds great when you're high. The fucking BeeGees would sound great when you're high. Pink Floyd sounds good when you're straight too."
Then Meryl entered the room again, Mustachio trailing behind her. "Hi kids! I made lots of rice crispie squares, there's enough for everyone. Honey look at all the kids that came, James must be very well liked."
"Yeah, or maybe it's because this is a loosely chaperoned co-ed sleepover." Mustachio said dryly.
"Oh don't be silly. Now you kids are going to behave, aren't you?" Meryl asked.
"Oh yes Mrs. Potter. We promise." Max said honestly. A few snickers were heard from the high teens.
"Let me have a hit off that." Frank whispered to Sirius, who passed along his successfully crafted bong. Meryl didn't notice.
"Well I'm going to leave you kids alone now-oh Lily! You did come!" Meryl exclaimed, noticing Lily sitting with the cult, minus Lolita who was trying to make Gypsy and Paul feel comfortable around all the fifth years.
"Y-yeah." Lily answered, feeling slightly awkward.
"See James, I told you she liked you!" Meryl said in an accusing manner. James' face went bright red.
"Hey mum, don't you have some dishes to wash or something?" James snapped before he could quite think. If he had, he would have remembered that as a feminist, Lily would find that comment insulting.
"Oh yeah, I made all those rice crispie treats. There are s tack of dishes. I'd better go. Have fun kids!" Meryl called, exiting the room while the female members of the Misery cult, all feminists, threw pillows and insults at the still bright red James.
Mustachio lingered in the room. He cleared his throat and attention was turned to him.
"Now kids, I'm not an idiot, and I'm not as nice and naïve as Meryl. I know that you're all teenagers and I know what teenagers do. And I know that that smell is not incense. James, you could have the decency to at least light some incense if you're going to say that." Mustachio said, turning a reproving look to his son.
"S-sorry Dad." James said nervously.
"However, I'm going to make a deal with you. Toe the line, but do not cross it. I will leave you alone for most of the night, but I will come in here on occasion, at random, and if I see a single sexual act, I will be tossing that boy out onto the street. Without pants. And you'd better clear out fast, because I'll be calling, what are those Muggle men in the funny cars? Ah yes, the police. And I do not care if you are my son, my son's best friend or just some random stranger." Mustachio said warningly, his gaze travelling from James, to Sirius, to the room at large.
"And what if it's a girl?" Lydia asked curiously.
"You get to keep your pants." Mustachio answered, before exiting.