Chapter Two
"I'm going to kill you Peter." Sirius said viciously to his now "former" friend. "I'm going to kill you…" Peter was too overjoyed to pay attention to the death threats.
"Okay, this is perfect! We can be just like the girls in the book!" The other three groaned.
"Mooney, can't we just turn him into a toad?" James begged.
"I'm not your Mum." He protested. "You don't have to ask." Peter dodged the jet of purple light shot at him, and carried on.
"I suppose you're president, James." James looked horrified.
"I want nothing to do with this…this…club." He said. "Let alone be the president!"
"But Kristy is president in the book!"
"So…?"
"You're sporty, like her." James snorted.
"She can't ride a broom.
"And, you, Remus, will be secretary."
"The Last Will and Testament of the Three Sane Muraders." He mocked. "Why must we record this horrendous event."
"There's a big word." Sirius said. "I like it." James looked at his friend in fear.
"Peter! This babysitting nonsense is turning Sirius into a raving lunatic." Remus laughed.
"Who's Sirius going to be?" Remus asked eagerly, not wasting any time in allowing his friend to feel at ease.
"Stacey!" Peter exclaimed. "She changes boyfriends a lot in the book!" He added. "She's like you, Sirius. Except, in your case, it's girls." Sirius rolled his eyes.
"What's her job?" He asked, dreading the answer.
"Treasurer!"
"Not fair!" James exclaimed. "He gets all the money!"
"And I'll be Claudia!" Peter squeled. "She's the Vice President."
"She's bad at everything except art, which doesn't matter in our world." Remus commented. James and Sirius gaped at him.
"You…you…"
"Well, I needed some information, I had to read it." James and Sirius looked disgusted.
"Don't talk to me." Sirius spat.
"So, who's fireplace will we use?" Peter asked suddenly. The other three looked questioningly at him.
"So people can contact us!" He explained. "This is going to be so much fun!" Oblivious to the other's reaction, he began planning.
"Baby sitter's club!" Peter said in a sing-song voice to the head that had just appeared in his bedroom fireplace. "How may we help you?"
"I need a baby sitter for my son, Nathan." The woman told Peter.
"We have a wide range of people, ma'am." He replied.
"There's only four of us!" Remus called, he was lying on Peter's bed, looking unwell.
"Well, he's very into sports like Quidditch!" She told Peter, sounding hopeful. "But, I don't want him riding a broom! It's much to dangerous, he's only seven."
"We'll send James over, he knows loads about Quidditch." The lady gave him her address and told him when she need the babysitter. As soon as she disappeared, Sirius and James walked into Peter's room.
"Who was that?" Sirius asked lazily, plopping onto the floor, leaning against the bed.
"A lady, she needed a babysitter for her son! I told her James would do it."
"You didn't!" James cried in disbelief. "Why couldn't Sirius do it?"
"Don't drag me into this!" Sirius snapped. Just then, another head appeared.
"Hi? Is this the right fireplace?" A small face asked. "Is this the babysitter's club?" Peter nodded eagerly. She looked at the group of boys.
"I thought it was a girl thing." She said in disbelief. James and Sirius snorted. She turned her gaze to the pair, and her eyes stopped on Sirius.
"You're cute!" She said gleefully, Sirius looked uncomfortable. "Mummy says I need a babysitter for Friday at 11. Can he be my babysitter?"
"Of course!" Peter said. "He'll see you then!"
"I'm Susie!" She added, then she disappeared.
Sirius looked horrified.
"I'm going to be mauled by an eight year old and her giggly girlfriends." He shook his head.
"You hang around with a werewolf, but you quake with fear at the mention of eight year old girls?" Remus giggled from the bed. "Pathetic."
"I don't see you offering to take the job for me!"
"I can't take a job Friday, it's the full moon!"
"Excuses, excuses." Sirius mocked him. "Some friend." Remus threw his head back and laughed.