"Sirius, darling! Where have you been?"
If I had not been one, frozen in shock, or two, stuck in the middle of 1976, I would have openly gagged at the blonde bimbo slinking over towards Sirius. Sirius flashed a charming smile, facing the girl.
"Welcome to the 70's," Mollie muttered, shaking her head.
"Chloe, love, just wait by the concession stand for a moment." He said, pushing her away. Chloe frowned.
"But the movie's starting!" She said. She lowered her voice into a stage whisper. "And what are you doing with a bunch of muggles?" Sirius raised an eyebrow.
"Actually, love, these people aren't muggles." He said matter-of-factly.
"Actually, love, it just so happens we are muggles," I said, rolling my eyes.
"What?!" Sirius yelped, looking from me to Mollie to Connor. "Then how do you … why do you … who the bloody hell are you?!"
"Mollie," Mollie offered, flashing a grin. "I know everything about you. Everything. Probably more than you do, actually. But of course not more than Andie." She pointed to me. I rolled my eyes, and then looked at Sirius again. As I said before, if I had not been in the middle of 1976, I would have smiled. He was actually there. Or at least, I was still trying to convince myself he was.
"Sirius?" I asked slowly.
"What?" He asked irritably, glancing at his watch. I started to smile.
"Can I have a hug?" I said, spreading my arms wide. Sirius raised an eyebrow.
"What the bloody…. I am with a bunch of raving lunatics…" He muttered, shaking his head. I stared at him.
"No. Really. Can I please have a bloody hug?" I demanded. He raised an eyebrow and proceeded to, not so discreetly, look me up and down.
"As you wish…" He said, enveloping me in a giant bear hug. I restrained from squealing as I inhaled his sweet and musky smell. Yup. He was real.
"Sirius! Get your dirty paws off of that whore!" Chloe exclaimed. Sirius sniggered, his arms still wrapped around me.
"Calm down, love. There's enough of Sirius to go around!" Chloe stormed off with a huff, her blonde hair swinging behind her.
"Good riddance," Mollie muttered, shaking her head. Sirius pulled away from me, running a hand through his hair.
"Okay, now that we've got her sorted out, back to you three." The second Sirius brought to our attention that we were still stuck in a different century, the bliss from the hug vanished.
"Shit!" I exclaimed. "How the fuck are we going to get home?" Connor groaned.
"I have a date with Tory tonight!" He complained. I felt an immediate buzz of annoyance at the sound of her name.
"Oh, shut up, Connor, that sluts not even hot." I muttered angrily. Connor rolled his eyes.
"Which, in Andie talk, means, 'she's no where near as hot as me.'" He said.
I smirked, "Glad you think so."
"Once you two lovebirds are done with your little spat," Sirius amusedly interrupted, ignoring our protests at lovebirds. "I reckon we should go have a visit with Dumbledore." Mollie laughed.
"I'm sure that old bugger will be surprised when he hears the infamous Sirius Black is coming to school early," She said, looking at Sirius fondly. He shot her a weird glance.
"I suppose," I said, shrugging. "But with the family situation and all, wouldn't he want to be in school?"
"I guess," Mollie agreed. "But he'd just go to James'!"
"Hey!" Sirius yelped, looking frantically from me to Mollie. "Stop it!" Mollie giggled. "And besides, school starts in less than a week."
"Don't remind me," I groaned, unhappy at the thought of going to school again any time soon.
"I don't think you should worry about school as we're stuck in the 70's," Connor said.
"As if I need a reminder," I muttered, shaking my head. The four of us were silent for a moment, until Mollie spoke up.
"If it only starts in a few days, maybe we should just chill until it starts? And then we could go see Dumbledore?" She suggested, looking at Sirius through clear blue eyes. Sirius shrugged.
"Sure, that makes sense," He said, running a hand through his silky hair. Wow, that was going to start to get annoying very soon. "Where should we go?" Mollie stared at me. I rolled my eyes.
"Then mi casa it is…" I said, shrugging my shoulders.
"Idiots…" Connor muttered, shaking his head. "Uh, Andie, Molls…it's 1976. Nineteen. Seventy. Six. Do I need to spell it out?" I smacked myself in the head. Stupid, stupid, stupid!
"So we have no where to go," I stated sullenly, kicking absentmindedly at a stray piece of popcorn on the ground. Mollie started giggling.
"Uh, hullo! Of course we do! Buck up, mates…I'm sure the 70's versions of Andie's mum and dad will let us in gladly!" She said, twisting a strand of blond hair into a perfect corkscrew. Connor laughed.
"And a shot of tequila at that!" He added, raising an invisible shot glass. I rolled my eyes again. My two best friends adored making fun of my New Jersey-bred parents. They brought the American traditions with them to England – the love of alcohol and all things zebra-print. I sighed.
"Let's hit it, then," I reluctantly agreed, slightly smirking trying to picture my parents in the 70's.
"Where are we going?" Sirius yelped as I tugged him along, making our way out onto the street. I squinted at the bright sun.
"To my parents' house…well, technically, they're not even my parents yet, at least not for another 15 years," I explained, raising my hand to fluently flag down a cab. The small black car screeched to a halt. As we stepped into the car, Mollie, Connor and I started to not-so-discreetly giggle.
"Where to, chaps?" The cab-driver asked, the peace keychain hanging from his rearview mirror skimming lightly against his afro.
"Uh, 27 Juniper Ave thanks," Connor supplied, as Mollie and I were too wrapped up in staring at his hair to reply. It was just so…big!
"It's a wildebeest," I muttered, loud enough for only the four of us in the back seat to hear.
"Yeah, if it's giving birth," Andie whispered back, giggling again. Sirius crossed his arms.
"It's trendy," He defended the man, running a hand through his own hair. God damn it!
We were fairly quiet the rest of the ride, Sirius crossing his arms stubbornly, refusing to look at such "unstylish" people while Andie, Connor and I marveled at the fact that the driver pulled off his hairdo without so much as an ounce of hair gel.
"Think I should grow an afro?" Connor asked, ruffling his mahogany hair. I looked at him, and then looked away.
"Do pigs
fly?"
"Erm…no?"
"Ding ding ding…"
