Well, here they are. Lindsey and Katie, back with something new. Secrets of the Moon will be a collaboration of two gifted (Katie- cough cough) writers, who have spent endless hours writing and torturing us at school with new ideas and screaming over certain characters. This has been written with as much passion as one could wish for, though both writers are in different countries, ringing up several telephone bills, to get it done.
Please read this in mind that this is really just a draft for what will be their proper book. This is their brain child, and I am sure you will enjoy it.
Secrets has been written in two parts- every first (odd numbered) chapter will be from Angellei Andrews' point of view, while every second (even numbered) chapter will be from Remus Lupin's.
Please enjoy this as much as we have.
---A/N---- Several thanks to friends who wrote this beginning. THANKKKKKSSSSS.
CHAPTER ONE- Ang.
It all started when-
No, that's a horrible beginning for a story. How about-
Yonder mystic times await-
Er. No. Let's keep it simple.
There was a huge puddle of ink around me, seeping into my trainers.
Yeah, that'll do.
"Ang, Lily asked me to- OHMYGAWSH. Ang! Your- your trainers- they're-"
Momentary pause.
"BLUE!!"
"I'm quite aware of that, Katie."
"But- BLUE IS SO OUT!!"
A light cough. "And since when have I cared about what's out and in?"
"Er... never?"
"Exactly."
Katie gave me a look, shifting her gaze over the compartment I was standing in. Over the streaks of paint highlighting the seats, windows. The puddle of dark blue ink and glass around me. The huge cat huddled in the corner of the compartment, lamp like eyes glaring at me, the girl standing in the middle of the mayhem, paint covering every bit of me. And she just sighed- I guess my friends were used to finding me in awkward positions.
Amazingly, though, Katie Smith managed to avoid all paints splatters, seating herself neatly on a paint-free seat, high heels and all. I just gaped.
For as long as I had known Katie, she had always been the first one to scream when something fashionably incorrect occurred. Perfectly sculpted blond hair, blue eyes, the lot. Owner of about ten giant boxes of makeup to this day. A certain follower of a Mr Black, the bloke most likely to screw any perfect situation up. First friend in Hogwarts, muggle born.
She just sat there, looking at me. I felt like an ogre next to her. Honestly; if I had tried to avoid all paint splatters, in high heels no less, I would've tripped, caused myself several injuries and completely messed up my hair. I was a clutz next to her.
Mind you, I'm a clutz next to Peter Pettigrew. But that's beside the point.
I reckon that was about the point that another friend popped her head into my compartment, eyes wide at the mess.
"Angellei! What have you done to this place?! You realize that you're going to have to tidy this tip up?!!"
I gave a slightly sheepish grin. I still hadn't moved from my spot in the middle. "Oh, I'm ever-so sorry, Miss Head Girl. I'll tidy it up straight away. And I'll try not to get anything on your shiny badge, either. Promise."
Lily Evans gave me a glare, sitting down abruptly next to Katie. She didn't look in a good mood. Even if she had been promoted to Head Girl this year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
In a way, I felt like a slight clutz next to Lily, too. Sure, she wasn't bogged down with makeup, not like Katie, but she was pretty in her own way. Muggle born, too, previously a prefect. Fantastically coloured hair- all natural, of course- fiery red locks. I was supremely jealous of her when I first met her. I still remember the first thing I said to her-
"Your hair is cool."
I'm a blunt person. I know.
So, next to these fabulously interesting people, I'm pretty boring. I've got that boring brown hair, the kind that everyone has, with bright crimson tips. (I had an identity crisis in my third year. It wasn't pretty.) Artist, half blood. Not a Sirius Black worshipper, thanks Merlin. Owner of Truffles the mini tiger. A big fluffball- Persian. Brown.
Shame he liked all my friends better than me.
I plonked myself onto a seat opposite my friends, immediately after knowing that I had sat in a puddle of red paint. Immediately cutting my calf with the glass from the broken ink bottle.
Oh, yeah, I'm slightly accident prone. There's that too.
"So, Lily!" I said brightly, rubbing my hands together, trying to ignore the searing pain in my leg. Katie was occupied with her nails. "How did Prefect meeting go? Everything all right with Remus?"
"No."
"What?" I asked, slightly taken aback. Remus is a really nice guy. Seriously. Lily had always gotten along with him before.
"Remus isn't Head Boy." she said quietly, not looking at me. I could see anger behind those green eyes.
"Then who is?"
"Mmphr."
"What?" asked Katie curiously, looking up from her nails.
"Mmotr."
"Speak up!" I cheered her on.
"POTTER!!" she yelled, standing up, "THAT FILTHY EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING IS HEAD BLOODY BOY!!"
"No need to shout." muttered Katie, returning to her nails.
Lily sounded aggravated. "HOW THAT TURD GOT THE POSITION, I HAVE NO FRICKING CLUE!! ARGHHHHH!!! WAS DUMBLEDORE DRUNK WHEN HE ASSIGNED THE POSITONS?!!!!"
"You know, I'm going deaf in my left ear." I said conversationally.
"I think she likes him." commented Katie.
"WHAT?!! I DO NOT LIKE THAT ARROGANT, BEASTLY-"
But a calm voice from the compartment door interrupted her rants.
"Excuse me, you couldn't keep it down, could you?"
I looked up to see Remus Lupin, of all people, in the doorway. For some inexplicable reason, my cheeks started heating up. Maybe it was because of the mess our compartment was in. He was a really organized person.
"The second years are starting to- oh." Remus caught sight of Lily's red, angry face. "It's you Lily. What's the problem now?"
I saw a little vein twitch in her temple.
"Nothing's wrong, Remus." she said through gritted teeth, "Nothing at all."
Remus gave a small smile. "Um... okay? Just... keep it down. And Ang, you might want to clean that up."
My cheeks had barely begun to flush before he was gone. And I was shocked to feel my heart beating slightly faster than usual.
It wasn't really right. I had known Remus for ages. But...
No. Nothing was there.
Right.
"Talking of which, I think Ang likes him." said Katie boredly from her perch. It was my turn to start screaming.
"WHAT?!! I do not like him..."
I looked up to see Lily watching me. I couldn't completely meet her gaze. So, I looked at the ball of fluff on her lap.
"I still don't understand why he likes you so much." I said to her, complaining about Truffles. Lily gave a light laugh. "He doesn't like me more." she assured me, like she had done all those other times. Feeling comforted by the familiarity, I grabbed my art box with a grin and yanked out a sketchbook. Funny, how it should appear when I'm not desperately in need of something to do. And when I do need it, it conveniently hides itself. Like it did before I broke the ink bottle.
I had decided to draw the compartment and people. It would take a good while. Good.
So, I sat there, drawing. For the next two hours. I only heard snippets of the conversation being held by my friends.
"So, how do we get them together?"
"We can't really interfer-"
"Yes, we can. It's so obvious, even if she doesn't know it herself-"
"Please. She knows, all right."
"Who knows what? Oh- hi, Marlz." I had looked up from my sketchbook.
If I felt like an ogre next to Katie, I felt like the Incredible Hulk next to Marlene.
But that was the thing about Marlene McKinnon- she was naturally like that. Beautiful, I mean. Strawberry blond hair, that always fell just right, brown eyes that always glimmered with something secret. She didn't even need to wear makeup.
I honestly don't know how I ended up with such people for friends.
"No one." she said, grinning mischievously. Hmm...
Someone had cleaned up the paint. Good. I didn't want Remus seeing me like that again.
No, take that back...