Chapter 2: The Feast…And other interesting events

Abby's P.O.V

Bloody first years. Why don't we just put them in any random house? They always do this. What's 'This' you may ask? 'This' is making me wait for my food. It should be illegal. Why can't we eat while their being sorted? Stupid hat. Stupid first years. Stupid older siblings looking all proud and….stuff. I really REALLY want my diner! Finally! FOOD!

Ah, the start of year feast! Happy days, happy days….. I only have one complaint though. In my personal opinion, they should serve dessert first. Maybe I'll bring that up with Dumbledore. Or just get Lily to… She is a prefect. Na, she'll probably just say I'm being unreasonable. Remus perhaps? I know he's a marauder, but he is obsessed with chocolate, so it could work…..I guess that's something to ponder over in History of Magic.

Oh my god. I think I'm going to be sick. IT is sitting next to me. This isn't right. "Never thought a girl your size could eat so much" He's smirking at me. He's smirking at me I tell you! Prick. "Black, I highly doubted that you would know, I didn't think thinking was your area of expertise" Ha! That'll show him! "Really Jones? Would you like to find out my area of expertise then?" OH GOD! I really think that I am about to be sick! Shit. Silence will make him think that I actually am considering, but if I open my mouth, I'll vomit! OK Rosie. Let's see if telepathic communication can actually work! I'm looking straight at her. Ah-ha! She's noticed. And yes! It has worked! A miracle I tell you! A miracle! "Black, I suggest that you stop hitting on by friend, unless you want to find out what death by pipe feels like" I love that girl. She looks demonic. As you may have realized, Rosie has an obsession with pipes. She owns a pipe. She doesn't smoke it though. She just gets it out when she's in a philosophical mood. Or when she's studying. I remember the days when she used to bring it out in class. McGonagall nearly had a heart attack in our third year. Rosie was very sad (Not because of McGonagall obviously). Her pipe was confiscated. Everyone lived happily ever after though. Dumbledore returned the pipe a week later, and we all did a little dance to celebrate!

Enough of that, I what to hear the conversation. Quiet now, think tank. "I think she can answer for herself". Huh? Oh. My. Fucking. God. His arm… is around my shoulder. His left hand is suspiciously close to my- "Oh God!" Right, where's the spoon?

"You planning on stopping anytime soon?" I think that smirks are a permanent addition to his face. How dare he be this calm when I'm attacking him? Right. New plan. Death by suffocation…FROM MASHED POTATOES! Where's the bowl? SPLAT! Umm…maybe that wasn't one of my most brilliant ideas…. He looks angry. That takes a lot of skill. I don't know many people who can look pissed off whilst covered in mashed potatoes…. And roast vegetable. Yeah, Rosie decided to add her own little something. Umm…I think I should start running. Wait, No! I can't run! If I run, I miss out on dessert! YES! I'm up and running! Oooh! First years! A perfect shield.

Sirius' P.O.V

There better not be anything in my hair. If there is, this means war. There's some serious thinking going on beneath those gorgeous locks. I'm talking about her hair this time, not mine. She's running away! I'm not complaining. That is a VERY nice view. Oh? She's stopped. A first year shield? What an amateur. I can simply look at them, and they'll wet their little knickers. Time to test that theory.

"Shoo!" Ha ha! They're of running to their prefects. Fools. (Evil Smirk) She's breathing heavily now. No Sirius, I know you want to, but don't look. Keep your eyes on her face.

"HEY!" Custard tart has now been added to the equation. What a bitch! Attacking your opponent when they are clearly not paying attention.

"I'LL GET YOU JONES! MARK MY WORDS! I'LL GET YOU!" Ah. McGonagall.

"Mr. Black, what do you think you're doing?" She doesn't look too impressed.

"I'm currently engaged in a food fight, Professor". Wow. I think her eyes twitching. That or the mashed potato on my eyelashes is weighing my eye closed, and I'm twitching, but it looks like she's twitching…. I am fairly confused now. She's just sighed. I know what that means!

"Detention, Mr. Black. And 10 points of Gryffindor for appalling behavior".

Abby's P.O.V

He's just been told off, put if possible; he looks more smug than ever! I really do not understand that boy. Not that I want to of course. He's sitting down again. Thankfully, not next to me. Opposite me this time. Oh good. He's talking to Remus. I like him; he's nice. Not Black of course, Remus. Anyway, back to eavesdropping…..

"I'm in the lead" I wonder what that means.

"Detention already?" Why is James Potter looking impressed?

"Yep. Before the feast is even over" once again, he is smirking. James looks shocked. And slightly upset. Fool.

"Sirius?" Yes Remus, are you going to knock some sense into him now?

"Yeah?" said Black questionably. Oh poo. His face in now food-free. Why do you have to be so nice Remus? That food was acting as a mask.

"Thanks Moony," I wonder what's with those nicknames. They don't make sense. I wonder why no-one's ever asked before...

"And thank you, Jones. Without you, James would most likely be in the lead" What. An. Idiot.

"Let me know if there's anything I can do to repay you". I'm not even going to dignify that statement with a response.

Oh look, Dumbledore's talking. Blah, Blah, Blah, Forbidden forest is forbidden, Blah, Blah Blah, Blah, Blah, "Toodle Pip!" That's nice isn't it? Time to leave now. Screeching benches, people standing up, others pushing their way through the crowd… "Abby, COME ON!" Did I mention that Grace is also mad?

"Otherwise the wee firsties will still our squishy sofa!" Oh my god! She's right!

"Rosie, leave Lily and run! Save yourself!" I know it would actually be the other way round, Lily ditching us for her first years, but still, it sounded cool and dramatic as I said it. Anyway, Rosie is elbowing people out of the way as if her life depended on getting to us. Which of course, it did….Sort of. Yay! She's here now.

"Let's roll!" Mad that one.

"Yes Rosie, to the Common Room and…Well, There!" Excellent Grace. Oh well, I suppose I can't really talk.

Sirius' P.O.V

Remind me why I like her again? Abby Jones is officially mad. Her and her friends are shouting to each other (and of course their standing right next to each other while doing this), and Abby had tied her cloak around her like a cape. What a fool. I think they're frightening the first years. Wow! They're amazing! Even the new Slytherin's look terrified.

"Come now Prongs, we have a sofa to claim!" How oblivious those girls are. It is our sofa, not theirs. "Ready, Padfoot? Sorry, I didn't realize that you wanted to leave. I thought you were rather enjoying the view!" Hmmph. Friends. How un-trustworthy they can be. You tell them ONE thing, and at every opportunity they get, they throw it in your face….

Abby's P.O.V

I can hear footsteps! "Girls, QUICK! We're being followed!" Ok, so maybe I was being a tad over-dramatic…. But still, that was our sofa that we were running for, and I don't want it being stolen by people who have no respect for its….upholstery? I don't know people! Basically, it reigns over all other sofas in the common room, and is awesome. If we get that sofa, we will win at life!...Not that we don't already of course… Oh, you know what I mean!

Rosie's P.O.V

At the portrait hole. FINALLY! Ah…Look at those little second years! So, so naïve. They've been through one year at Hogwarts, and already think they're veterans of the school! Little titches! I guess I'm not yet at the top of the food chain, almost though!

Ahhhhh. Sofa sweet Sofa! How I have missed thee!

"Oi! Yeah you! SHOO!" That's taken care of. Now there's room for all! Not the Marauders though. I guess I wouldn't mind if Remus sat with us though. Not for me you silly minxes! For Grace! I know she luuurves him. She just won't admit it though. Maybe she's too proud. Most likely she's just too foolish….Or shy I guess.

Grace's P.O.V

"SHOO!" Ah, Rosie, how loud you are. And mean. Honestly, they're only second years. She'll scare them! Thank Merlin Abby's not joining in! Ah… I take that back.

"HEY! Yeah. YOU! YES MIDGET! I AM TALKING TO YOU! THAT'S MY SEAT YOU'RE SITTING ON!" Why Abby?

"YOU HEARD HER! MOVE!" Wow. No wonder Rosie's the quidditch commentator. I wonder if she's part lion? Judging by her hair in the mornings, I wouldn't be surprised. Oh look! She's doing some sort of tribal dance with Abby! I think there may be something wrong with that girl. Ha! I guess it's not as though I can talk! But really, the victims are so much younger than her…. this time. I suppose she doesn't always yell at the littlens' like that. Normally that tone is reserved for quidditch, Slytherins, and the Marauders. Speaking of egotistical devils, here they are! The Marauders I mean, not the Slytherins. I wouldn't have wasted such a wonderfully sarcastic comment on them! Oh… It's Remus. He doesn't look too well…. I've always wondered why. Of course I'll never find out. Why would he tell me? I wish he would though…..

Abby's P.O.V

We are here, and have full possession of the sofa! I am the sofa Queen! And Rosie is the sofa KING! YEAH! Grace is…. Some other noble… royal….thing…. I know! She can be the court jester!

"So, tell me a tale, dear jester" Oh Merlin. I really have finally gone mad. I thought Grace was standing in front of me. F. U . C . K . HE'S SMIRKING AGAIN! It was a simple mistake, for crying out loud! Speaking, well, thinking, of crying out loud, I do believe I have yet to do so.

"ENOUGH SMIRKING! I THOUGHT YOU WERE ROSIE!" I screamed.

"Hey!" Rosie cried. Anyway, back to what I was saying.

"DON'T LOOK SO BLOODY ANNOYED! IT'S A PERFECTLY EASY MISTAKE, YOU WANKA! YOU LOOK ENOUGH LIKE A GIRL! YOU CONCENTRATE ENOUGH ON YOUR HAIR TO BE A GIRL! AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, YOU, LIKE A GIRL, HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO-" Oh shit. Lily. She looks slightly mad. Yep. I thinking cowering behind the sofa would be a good thing to do.

"Abigail Eleanor Jones! Girls dorm, NOW!" Ugh. I can't believe she said my full name! Putting my head down I started to drag my feet towards the staircase. I sped up as soon as I saw Lily's wand pointing at me. Yeah. This is definitely a good time to run! Flinging open the door, I sprint across the room and dive onto my bed.

"OWW!" Why am I such a klutz? My head hurts.

"I don't care if he's Sirius Bloody Black, but that does not give you permission to scream at him in front of the younger students! You are a sixth year Abigail! You're supposed to be setting a good example! And as for you Rosie, I know you're mad-"

"Thank you!" I love Rosie. It would also appear that she has been rehearsing her theatrical upper-class bows and accents! Go her! Ah, my greatest sympathy to her. Lily looks murderous.

"SHUT IT! I know you're mad, but I had expected that you would at least not encourage her! Sitting in the back ground clapping and chanting is not responsible behavior, Rosemary!" I think her head is going to explode…. That'll be hard news to break to Potter.

"Actually Lils, she wasn't chanting, she was DJ-ing" Grace, you may be lovely, but contradicting Lily Evans will assure you an untimely death.

"Or at least trying to". Not the best thing to say. DO NOT ATTEMPT HUMOUR WHEN LILY IS ANGRY! Uh-oh. She's taking deep breaths, no doubt preparing for- Yeah. That. Where oh where are the earplugs I need right now!

"GRACE JENKINS! I HAD EXPECTED FAR BETTER FROM YOU! YOU ARE THE MOST RESPONSIBLE OF THE THREE OF YOU, AND I HAD HOPED YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN WISE ENOUGH TO INTERFERE!" Poor grace….. She doesn't take to well to being yelled at. Yep. There are unshed tears lingering there. I'll have to give her a hug. No I won't. She doesn't like people touching her. Maybe I'll ask Remus?

"I'M UTTERLY APPALED! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO KEEP THEM IN CHECK WHILE I'M AWAY! I TRUSTED YOU! I TRUSTED ALL OF YOU! I'D PREFERE TO BE WITH JAMES SODDING POTTER THAN YOU LOT RIGHT NOW!" Wowzer.

James' P.O.V

"Score for me! WHOOO!"

"James, mate, that wasn't a compliment". Way to bring me down, Moony.

"Oh….."

Abby's P.O.V

"GET TO BED, ALL OF YOU!" Ha! Who does she think she is, our mother?

"NOW!" Right, yeah, I'm going.