WTFudge
By Fluff
(xXxFluffy-Pink-Socks)
Thanks to: Maraudess, funsize, Padfoot x, summersgirl2526, STRAWBERR1, Ao Me Oni Urufu, azoriangt, FreeSpritSprite, K-aos with a silent a, wishfuldreams11, DeLaReyDeLaRey, Cassie19 and Amber16 for reviewing last chapter.
Disclaimer: This applies to the whole story because I know I'll forget to post this on every chapter. I don't own Harry Potter. All characters and places belong to J.K Rowling. All I own is the plot and Rosa, Brendan, Bambi, Larry, Mrs. Willow... ok, basically any characters you don't recognise. However, Bridget Daltrey belongs to Sarah's Scribbles, who has kindly let me use her in this story.
A/N: So... as I warned you, this story will be slightly complicated. LOL. Erm... but please keep reading! And it may be slightly crazy as well but craziness isn't always that bad, right?
- Fluff
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"Rosa, we're going shopping," Bridget said over the dinner table one night, "Brendan's coming too." I frowned. I had sworn to myself that I would never go shopping with Brendan, who acted like a kid in a candy shop whenever we entered a shop and spent hours fussing over what to buy, before eventually deciding that actually he didn't quite like the shop as much as before and spent the entire journey home complaining about the lack of decent shops in Hogsmeade and muggle London.
"Erm, I don't know..." I faltered.
"Go on. It will do you some good to get out of the house. You can't keep moping around about Si-" Mum tried to say but I quickly cut her off.
"ACTUALLY Bridget, I was thinking of doing some tidying up in my room. It's a right tip at the moment. There's some of Brendan's underwear in there from last month." I told her. It wasn't a complete lie, as I had found a pair of Brendan's somehow-gone-green underwear the day before.
"Yep! I need to help her, don't I?" Brendan agreed. I glared at him and mouthed 'get your own excuse' while Bridget was looking down at her plate.
"Oh, please Rosa," Bridget pleaded with me, pouting. I sighed, trying my hardest to ignore Bridget's puppy dog eyes. Just say no Rosa, I thought, it's not that hard. No. N-O. No way. Sorry but I can't go.
"Fine," I said, admitting my defeat.
"Yes!" Bridget shouted triumphantly, "I know we're going to have so much fun! We'll be going to Hogsmeade, of course! Oh my god, we might even see some people I used to know before I left... wow, it will be like a shopping trip school reunion!" I tried to look excited, I really did, but my expression only managed to twist itself into one of confined pain.
"Brendan, you're going too," Mum told him.
"But Mu-um!" He moaned. Mum just glared at him. Brendan pushed his plate away and sulked, muttering under his breath about over-bearing parents. I put my knife and fork on my plate, suddenly not feeling very hungry for my shepherd's pie.
"You two can wash up," Mum said lightly, getting to her feet and stretching, "I'm off to bed. Bridget dear, you can go and unpack some more of your belongings."
"OK," Bridget replied brightly. She waved goodbye to us, before walking out of the kitchen, closely followed by Mum. We waited until we were sure that they had both gone upstairs and turned to look at eachother.
"We need to think of a plan fast or we'll end up spending the day shopping with Bridget," Brendan said. He turned the taps on and dropped a plate into the already soapy suds.
"How many times, she isn't a monster! She's really nice!"
"Put it this way- I've been shopping with her. You haven't. She spends four times more time in a shop than I do."
"... What's the plan?"
"When it's time to leave for Hogsmeade, I push you down the stairs, you break a few bones or so and we 'tragically' have to miss the shopping trip so that you can go to casualty!" Brendan explained. I looked at his expression and saw that he wasn't joking.
"Why do I have to be pushed down the stairs?" I asked, frowning.
"Because ordinary people aren't born with looks like these," Brendan said, gesturing to his face. I snorted and shook my head, taking the clean plate from Brendan's hand and drying it with the tea towel.
"You do realise I'd probably break my leg and be on crutches for months!"
"Yeah but then you'll get the oppurtunity to buy those really cool krutches with the rainbow colours!"
"As oppose to buying some really cute clothes in Hogsmeade! I don't think so, Brendan. It's a bit too 'desperate'. I'm sure we can surive a day in Hogsmeade with Bridget."
"Rosa, you do realise that if you go to Hogsmeade you'll probably bump into Sirius... and Bridget will recognise him..."
"... Make sure you push me head first, ok? I don't want to break my legs, so if I go head first it will be easier for me to land on my arms instead."
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Brendan and I finished doing the dishes, agreed on the plan and went to bed. It was only 9pm but we didn't have anything better to do and I knew that the rest of my night would only have been spent listening to Brendan bitch about Bridget's fashion sense (or lack of). So I fell asleep without too much bother and I was in the middle of a rather nice dream, where I turned up at James' house, stole Sirius' motorbike and went on a road trip to New York. I was in the middle of buying a £2000 hand bag using Brendan's credit card when I was woken up by deafening music. Now when I say deafening, I mean that my whole bedroom was shaking with the gigantic vibrations from the music.
I sat up in bed, wondering what the hell was going on, when the door to the bedroom was flung open. I could just make out the dark outline of a person standing in the doorway. I screamed hysterically and Brendan woke up and screamed hysterically. My first thought was to attack, so I grabbed the nearest book and lobbed it at the intruder's head. "WHAT THE FUCK, WILLOW!" Oh. My. God.
"BLACK! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BEDROOM!" I shouted. Sirius swore again and turned the light on. I was clutching my covers like a shield, my arm raised ready to strike again with another book, Sirius was standing in the doorway, clutching his eye, and Brendan was watching us both from his bed, his mouth wide open.
"Most girls would be glad to wake up in the middle of the night to find me standing in their room," Sirius replied arrogantly.
"Really? Well, apart from the fact you almost gave me a HEART ATTACK, I'm jumping for joy right now!" I exclaimed sarcastically, clutching my chest as I tried to steady my breathing.
"Why are you in our house?" Brendan demanded to know, eyeing Sirius with a less than warm exprssion.
"Well," Sirius began, purposely brushing past me as he moved to sit on the edge of Brendan's bed, "It could be because of the house party."
"HOUSE PARTY!" Brendan and I shouted.
"We didn't organise any house party!" I told Sirius.
"I know. Your mum did."
"WHAT!" Brendan yelled. He flung the covers off his bed and got to his feet, "I am going to kill that woman!"
"It's not that bad actually. Your mum's a pretty good party host. It's the best party I've been to in a while." Sirius informed us.
"Then WHY did you come creeping into my room in the middle of the night?" I asked angrily.
Sirius shrugged, "No idea. Nice night dress, by the way." He smirked at the pink, frilly, far too short night dress that I was wearing after discovering that all my other night clothes had been dyed bright yellow when Mum had made the mistake of making Brendan load the washing machine. I blushed and quickly got to my feet. Brendan was still stomping about the room, swearing angrily, as he searched for something to wear.
"You know that's the second time you've blacked my eye,"
"Your eye isn't black yet." I replied, glaring, wishing that I had lobbed the book just a little bit harder.
"What do you think? Which outfit is better for scolding Mum? Red-" He held the red top up against himself, "-Or the blue-" He held the other top up. Sirius disguised his laughing with a coughing fit and I just rolled my eyes, before pointing to the blue one. "I'll be five minutes. Try not to kill eachother by then." And before I could protest, Brendan had grabbed me by the arm and thrown me out of the room, along with Sirius.
"OK. Right." I said, "I'm going to go and kill my mother." I shoved the book that I was still holding into Sirius' hands and hurried down the stairs. After almost tripping on an almost horizontal pair, who I recognised as Ravenclaw sixth years, I stormed my way into the living room. The music was so loud that I had to make my way through the room with my hands covering my ears. The weird thing was that the only people I seemed to recognise were Slytherins. "MUM!" I roared and gained more than a few weird looks, when everyone noticed my outfit. I blushed and pushed my way past a group of stoned Hufflepuffs (whoever said Hufflepuffs were innocent were so wrong) and into the kitchen. There I found the rest of the Marauders.
James came running upto me and threw an arm around my neck, "Roosa... fancy seeing yoooo here..." James slurred, squinting at me and taking a gulp from the bottle of vodka in his hand.
"James, you're in my house, where did you expect to find me at 1am in the morning?"
"Sorry, Rosa. He's had a few too many vodkas." Remus apologised, grinning at me.
"Hmm, I can see that..."
"Have you found her yet?" Sirius appeared suddenly at my shoulder.
"No. Take James." I removed James' arm from my neck and put it around Sirius'.
"Hey Prongs," Sirius said, biting his lip and sharing a grin with Remus over his head.
"LILY! I KNEW YOU COULDN'T RESIST ME!" James shouted suddenly.
"Erm, James, mate, it's Sirius... JAMES!" I burst out laughing, as James started licking Sirius on the cheek. Sirius pushed him away and wiped his cheek with a look of disgust.
"Wow, Sirius. All this time you were getting with different girls when the answer was right in front of you: you're gay!" I said, unable to keep the grin off my face.
"No wonder the two of you were always so fond of sleepovers, eh?" Remus joined in and the two of us continued to laugh. Sirius narrowed his eyes at us, though he couldn't hide the fact that he was finding the whole situation hilarious.
"Oh my god, Sirius, is that you?" Everyone froze and I stopped laughing instantly. Bridget had appeared in the kitchen and she was looking at Sirius in a way that made me almost angry. It wasn't jealousy... I refuse to say it was jealousy... but there was definitely something about the look Bridget was giving Sirius that suggested old feelings hadn't died when she had left Hogwarts. Great. Just what I needed.
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