Sorry if any of the characters (mostly Sirius and Remus) are OOC! Dx
"Trevor~!"
Trevor's eyes snapped open. Huh. He'd fallen asleep after all. He hadn't been conscious of the fact that he'd fallen asleep, but now he was looking up at Remus and Sirius's faces, both smiling. They always seemed to be smiling, Trevor noted.
Then the smell reached him. A smell like baked potatoes and gravy. Like Thanksgiving, almost. It surprised him when Remus gently helped him sit and placed the plate on his lap. Trevor could feel the warmth of the turkey and potato from underneath the plate. His stomach grumbled and he blushed lightly.
"Dig in!" Sirius chanted. "It's really good. Kind of plain, compared to the dishes we're served on holidays... You should see it. So much food..." Sirius's eyes went out of focus as he drooled about the feast.
Trevor's eyebrows went up nearly to his hairline. "Plain?" He, being rich, had had dinners like this everynight. But... if dinners like this were plain to them, then he couldn't wait until the closest holiday. Halloween. He noted. Halloween's the next holiday.
Trevor stabbed his fork into the largest piece of turkey –boneless, he was thankful to find out- and jammed it into his mouth. His stomach squirmed happily. It took the small amount of time of six and a half mintues for Trevor to finish a whole turkey breast, a drumstick, and a baked potato. Remus and Sirius exchanged incredolous looks.
When he finished, he belched unvoluntarily and spluttered. "Excuse me." He said in a mutter, reddening at Sirius's laughter.
"You must have been really hungry." Remus, even, began laughing. Trevor's mouth fell agape. Not him, too! Only seconds later was Trevor himself laughing lightly, shaking his head. After their laughing had died down, Remus looked at the watch on his pale wrist. He sighed. "Its already nearly curfew."
Irritation at Remus's "good boy" attitute made Trevor pout. He didn't notice the surprised coloring on Sirius's overcome face when he did. Sirius coughed, and chuckled, trying to get rid of his blush.
"Come on, Remmy," Sirius laughed at Remus's murderous face. "He's really confused. I'm sure good ol' Dumbly won't mind if we stay with the poor ickle first year -oops, I mean fifth year- tonight." His tone had turned teasing, and Trevor grimaced, upset.
"I'm not that short!" He protested, scowling when Sirius stuck his tounge out at him.
"I'm not sure..." Remus glanced at the door. This time, Trevor decided to speak up.
"Please, Remus?" He asked, trying to sound as sincere as possible. He guessed it worked when Remus looked surprised and his eyes trained intently on his face. "I already feel bad about causing you to miss classes, but... as soon as I get the lay-out of this place, I'll leave you to your work and such. I promise I'll be out of your hair in no time. I just... I just have to know what's going on."
Remus didn't answer for a few minutes, and when he did, Trevor though he heard Remus mutter "... Doesn't even know what he does to people..." in irritation before he looked up at Trevor and nodded. "Okay, sure. I guess one night can't hurt."
Gratitude flowed through Trevor, and he exhaled, relieved. "Thanks. Thank you, Remus."
Remus sighed and looked away, nodding and –huh?- blushing deeply. "Yeah... of course."
"Hm..." Trevor murmured, lost in thought. He'd been told what the place was about. Madame Pomfry, Remus mentioned, was the school's nurse, but was visiting a friend who worked at St. Mungos, a hospital kind of near to Hogwarts. That meant they had all the time they wanted that night to discuss Hogwarts until morning, when Pomfry was due to come back.
Hogwarts was a school of witchcraft and wizardry, for the best of students. It was a –well, he didn't want to call it fancy, per se. More like medievil. Trevor had no problem with that- he'd always liked the concept of knights and castles and princesses. It was somehow adventerous. Nowadays all people did was sit around electronics and hang out with too much time on their hands, while back then they went jousting and had festivals. The closest Trevor had ever been to a festival was the Rockville Farmers Market.
Remus explained what had happened when Dumbledore had brought him in to the infirmary, and Trevor looked down at his wounds. They hadn't hurt much before, but were still quite visible. And, as he was now aware of them, they ached a whole lot more. A few bumps on the back of his head, scratches and bruises, a gash down his right temple-
-Oh, and who could forget the gaping hole in his shoulder?
He swallowed a thick wad of saliva as it begun to pulse with slight pain, and he sucked in a breath, his hand pressing against it, trying to distract the pain.
"Don't." Remus said, but it was firm. A command. Remus grabbed his hand and shook his head. "Stop that. Let it heal on its own." He shot a look at the gunshot that could only be described as the look of a parent treating his badly injured child. Pained, even without the physcal hurt.
"It doesn't hurt." Trevor said –lied- quickly. Remus shook his head again.
"Don't lie," He smiled, almost tiredly. "It's not good for your lifespan, as they say." Sirius frowned.
"Who says that?"
"Someone."
Sirius rolled his eyes. "What time is it?" He asked.
Remus glanced at his watch and his eyes widened a fraction. "It's already eleven thirty!" He exclaimed. He turned to Trevor and gently pushed him back on the matress. "You need rest. That's the best healing."
"But it's only eleven thirty." Trevor complained in a child-like manner. "I still don't know enough. What kind of things do you learn here? Who are the teachers? What are the students like?"
"We'll explain that tomorrow." Remus promised.
Trevor went to sit up, but Sirius pressed a hand to his chest- safely away from the bullet wound- and pushed him back down softly. Trevor's eyes went to Sirius's stormy ones. He back-tracked.
"C'mon, just rest." Sirius winked. "Tomorrow we'll show you around, a'ight? It's Saturday, so we don't have classes." Sirius seemed extra happy about that last part.
"Really?" Trevor asked, anxious. He'd be okay if that's what they were going to do tomorrow. But Remus looked uncertain and extremely annoyed at Sirius for promising that.
"Sirius, he needs to let himself heal. Walking around the castle won't help that." Remus said firmly. Sirius shrugged.
"Well, I think his curiosity is pretty bloody big! It's only for an hour or so." Sirius reasoned, and Remus glanced at Trevor hesitantly.
"Please, Remus!" Trevor all but begged. He didn't like feeling lost, and that's exactly what he was feeling at the moment. "I promise I'll rest tonight if you show me around tomorrow. Please?"
Remus let out a ghusty sigh and nodded. "... Fine. Okay." He shook his head at Trevor, and Trevor just smiled, closing his eyes. He heard the door to the infirmary close and smirked to himself.
Trevor couldn't believe the size of this building, nontheless the amount of students. They were all swarming the halls, chatting and playing around. It occurred to Trevor that they were all clad in the Hogwarts uniform while he was dressed in jeans ripped at the kneecaps and a black, bloodied T-shirt with an elk on it, and underneath the elk, typeset that said 'Got Elk?'. It was one of his favorite shirts, honestly. His shoes were simple Nike tennis shoes, which –Trevor noticed with distaste- actually got a few specks of blood on them.
He pretended not to notice the stares from Hogwarts's student body. It was unnerving, but Trevor just directed his gaze to the floor.
Remus, seeming to notice his discomfert, patted his shoulder. "Don't worry. We're going to get you a uniform right now."
"Huh?" Did he hear that right? Wait- maybe they just wanted to provide him with clean clothing. It certainly wasn't because he would be staying here.
"Well, you need to wear the Hogwarts uniform when enrolled- you know, the rules." Remus said with a smile that said "Yes, I just said you're enrolled in Hogwarts". Trevor couldn't believe it.
"I'm...?"
"Yeah!" Sirius grinned, punching the air and earning a few amused giggles from a group of girls passing. He winked at them, sending a kiss. They squealed, laughing and hurrying down the hall. Trevor frowned, finding himself not enjoying watching Sirius flirt. Sirius continued, not noticing Trevor's distaste. "You're gonna be a newbie here. Fifth year, with us. How's that sound?" Sirius waggled his eyebrows.
"Wonderful," Trevor drawled sarcastically, laughing when Sirius's expression turned into one of mock-hurt.
"You wound me, Trev, you wound me deep." Sirius sighed dramatically. Trevor stiffened.
"Ah... could you not call me that?" Trevor avoided his eyes and let his eyes follow the stones on the ground. "Sorry."
Sirius and Remus exchanged a worried, confused look. Sirius put his hand on Trevor's shouler, and Trevor flinched slightly. Sirius's eyebrows curved upward in a concerned gesture. "Okay. I won't call you that. What should I call you?"
Trevor looked up in confusion. "Uh... how about my name...?"
Sirius laughed. "No, I meant a nickname."
"Nick... name?" Trevor vaguely remembered his mother calling him "Pineapple", due to his love of Pineapples.
"How about Short Stop?" Sirius teased, and Trevor scowled.
"Well, Sirius, it's not like you're that tall, either." He bit back. Sirius grinned.
"I'm 6 foot 5!" Sirius exclaimed happily. He fixed Trevor with a sly smirk. "And you?"
"... 5 foot 7..." Trevor muttered almost inaudibly, but Sirius had strained his ears. He burst in to hysterical laughter, and a blush blossomed on Trevor's cheeks. "H-hey!" He pouted, speeding his pace with Remus on his tail and Sirius leaning against the wall in the background laughing.
"Sorry about him." Remus smiled down at Trevor. Note: smiled down at. Trevor was horrified to find Remus at least a head taller than him.
"No... it's okay." Trevor smiled a small smile. "He's just kidding around." He paused, frowning. "But I guess I am a lot shorter than the average fifteen year old boy..."
"That's okay." Remus smiled, looking ahead. "I think it's cute."
Trevor jumped at the comment. W... what? He just... no. I must've heard it wrong. I must have heard that wrong! "Um... can you repeat that? I think I heard you wrong."
He heard Remus chuckle. "I said I think it's cute."
Okay, now Trevor was really confused. Remus looked down at him and grinned at Trevor's flushed, stunned face and giggled. "Cute!" He exclaimed, speeding his pace as Trevor gaped at his back. Maybe Remus was right- maybe he did need more sleep.
After Trevor was introduced to all of the classes and teachers, they begun heading back to the infirmary. He'd gotten a new set of clothes, too. The signiture uniform for Hogwarts. The pants were a bit long but Sirius joked that it was just because the uniform was made to normal-sized fifteen year old boys. On their way back, Trevor was staring at the ground, thinking hard. This all seemed to complicated and simple at the same time. He just couldn't seem to understand it, even though everyone else had a perfectly easy time coping in a school like this. And how was he supposed to catch up with all of the learning since first year to fifth year, anyway? It seemed impossible- maybe it was impossible-
The top of Trevor's head bumped into a soft, slightly squishy substance. Huh? When he looked up, his eyes meet twinkling ones, half hidden behind spectacles. A smooth, deep voice chuckled. "Well, I see you're faring well."
Remus gasped. "Professor Dumbledore!"
Ah... so THIS is Albus Dumbledore. Trevor took a mental note of his beard –which, if Trevor did say so himself, put Santa Claus to shame- and his... erm... flashy wardrobe. He really did look like Merlin's brother.
"Hello, Mister Trevor Zaber." Dumbledore smiled smoothly, and Trevor startled. How did this man know his name? And his last name, too? "I believe we have some things to discuss."
"Ah... Um... Okay." Trevor blinked as Dumbledore pointed to a staircase. Was that there before?
"Go up and I'll be up in a minute. Oh, and by the way..." Dumbledore leaned closer to Trevor, who looked confused and hesitant. "Fire Whisky."
When he leaned back and smiled dreamily, Trevor made his way to the staircase, wondering if Dumbledore was alright. Fire Whisky? What was that, anyway? Why'd he tell him that? There was either a reason, or Dumbledore really was bonkers.
When he made it to the top of the staircase, he blinked at the two gargoyles in front of him. When he made to pass them, they blocked him threateningly. Trevor frowned.
"Professor Dumbledore told me to go to his office..." Trevor tried to communicate with the gargoyles, but they weren't having any of it.
He thought about what Dumbledore would make the password. What would a man like him say? "Um... Password?"
The gargoyles didn't budge.
"Hogwarts?"
Nothing.
"Wizard?"
Not. A. Twitch.
"ARGH!" Trevor exclaimed, frustrated to no end. What was he supposed to say? It wasn't like Dumbledore had given him any hint as to what it... was...
Oh, God. Trevor bit his lip. "... If this is the right password, I'm never questioning Dumbledore again..." He promised to himself, taking a breath and saying the password.
"Fire Whisky...?"
The gargoyles let him pass slowly but surely. He blinked and shook his head. Looks like I'm not questioning him ever again. He sighed. What a complicated school this was.
He went into Dumbledore's office and was surprised –amazed- out of his wits. Not only was it an office with millions of little trinkets and knick-knacks, but most of them moved, or had something to do with magic. He noticed a bowl of small, black things that looked oddly like black liquorice. Portraits –moving ones- hung on the walls. He was still a bit freaked with the fact they could move. Just a while ago, one had teased Trevor's battered T-shirt. Thinking back, Trevor remembered the man had been holding a baby Elk. Oops.
"Please, sit." Dumbledore's voice startled Trevor and he nearly fell backward. He blinked. There wasn't anywhere to sit, though.
"Ah, but..." He turned to look again as Dumbledore gestured and gaped at the velvet chair sitting behind him. What? "That's..." He was going to say 'that's weird...' but thought better of it and simply sat down. Dumbledore smiled and sat at his own desk.
"Now, let's get to buisness, shall we?"