A/N: Because you guys demanded the continuation… this story is officially in progress :). It most likely won't have many dark turns or something. It's just a humorous Marauders Era fic. I might have a depressing epilogue (we'll see). And I'm not sure how long it'll be yet :)
Thank you to the WONDERFUL reviewers, once more (: you guys help me out a LOT!
"This is ridiculous, Potter, I feel like I'm going to a Halloween party."
Rachel had quickly decided that she did not like Quidditch robes. At all.
"Oh, come off it," James said. "It's not that bad."
Rachel held back from saying 'well of course not, you dolt, you've been playing it your whole life'.
To be honest, she blamed Jacob Fletchley for letting that Hufflepuff beater (a Hufflepuff Beater, for fuck's sake) send a good whack to his skull. It was an illegal move, but Fletchley was still in the infirmary, recovering slower than a snail could run.
Which left James with the option to bring in his Reserve Seeker.
The only reason Rachel had ever tried out for Reserve Seeker was because she knew they were never used yet she would still be on the Gryffindor Quidditch team (a prime success in the eyes of the Ministry). Besides, it was the only spot she could play. She was short and fast, not only on her feet but also on a broom.
However, she did not like balls the size of boulders whizzing by her head.
"And I have seen you fly," James continued. "You're fast. Seekers need to be fast."
"Yeah, I'm fast," said Rachel. "When I don't have metal balls trying to murder me. Or Slytherins on my tail."
"Look, don't worry about the metal balls or the Slytherins," James said. "Well, worry about Regulus because he's their Seeker, but that's it. All you have to worry about is Regulus and this little golden snitch." He pulled out the infamous whizzing devil.
He let it go and it whizzed out of sight.
"Let's see how many times you can catch it in three hours," James said. "Good luck!"
She watched James prance off happily to his Beaters, Black and Jenkins. The prat.
Sirius caught her eye. He smirked at her.
The arrogant toerag.
She resentfully mounted her broom and kicked off.
"That twat of a Quidditch captain!" Rachel exclaimed as she entered the girls' dormitory. She threw down her sopping Quidditch goggles. "Three hours, he says. Do you know what time it is? It is nine at night!"
Marlene grimaced in Rachel's direction, "You're sopping wet and covered in mud."
Rachel rolled her eyes and shrugged off the stupid Quidditch robes. She sat down heavily on the floor and leaned her back against her bed. Lily sat beside her.
"Are you all right?" she asked.
"Yeah, just peachy," Rachel grumbled. "It's been a fantastic weekend."
Lily gave her a sympathetic look. "Well, maybe things will look up tomorrow. Potter's not allowed to schedule Quidditch on Sundays, is he?"
Rachel shook her head lightly.
Lily smiled. "See? Already better."
Rachel sighed and let her head tiredly fall on Lily's shoulder. "I guess. And I can catch up on my homework as well. Because I am as tired as a Death Eater without his servants right now. I'm going straight to bed."
The girls laughed. Rachel did always have a way with words.
The door opened and a brightly smiling Irene entered.
"Hey there, gals," she greeted brightly. "Did I miss anything?" she paused and looked at Rachel. "My, it looks like you've been dragged through mud!"
"… By a bludger," Rachel mumbled.
Irene frowned slightly then shook her head. "Anyways, since you guys are here, I guess I'll share the intriguing news with you," she said. "So, I was just talking to the girls in the Spotter Club and—"
"Did you just say the Potter Club?" Lily interrupted, gaping stupidly at Irene.
"Spotter Club, Lily. The one where they stalk boys," Rachel said. She turned to Irene. "She hears what she wants to."
Marlene stifled a laugh.
"Anyways," Irene continued. "None of the girls could spot Sirius yesterday in Hogsmeade!" she exclaimed as if this is fascinating news. "Which is just raving mad, he's always getting drunk on these trips," she added with a giggle.
This time Dorcas stifled her laughter.
"What a surprise," Dorcas said. "Rachel gets drunk on these trips, as well."
"Oh, stuff it, Meadowes," Rachel scowled.
"Bloody hell!"
The girls turned their attention to the door as they heard a body tumble down what seemed to be a set of stairs.
What idiot of the male species was trying to get into the girls' dormitory?
Rachel stood up and walked over to the door. She opened it and rolled her eyes immediately. Of course it was Potter.
"What the bloody hell is wrong with you?" she asked.
"A better question is why the bloody hell is this place so damn protected?" he retorted.
"Hi James!" Irene greeted cheerfully over Rachel's shoulder. She winced as Irene's shrill voice pierced her ear.
"Oh, can I never catch a break…" Lily muttered behind her.
"Hi Lily!" James greeted, although he couldn't see her.
One day, Rachel remarked, she's going to give in and marry the bloke. And then I'll have a new reason to tease her.
"Why are you here?" I asked. "Because I'm not coming out to practice again. Just letting you know."
"Ever?" James asked.
Rachel paused. "We'll see."
"Right, well, you left your scarf in the stands," he said, tossing it at her. Rachel dodged it and let it fall on the floor. She frowned.
"I wasn't it the stands," she said. "It's not mine."
She picked it up to throw it back at him, but Lily grabbed the scarf from her hands before she could. "It's mine," she said. She looked at James. "Thanks."
And then she slammed the door shut.
Lily was such a sociable person.
Rachel shut her book and set it on the nightstand as she moved to close the curtains around her four-poster bed. She curled up on her side and grasped the duvet cover tightly. The past two days had been so odd and they exhausted her out for some reason.
She never thought she'd snog Sirius Black. From the moment she saw him, she knew he was bad news. He was someone Rachel would always try to avoid and, if she could help it, feel rather indifferent about. But this was not the case.
Especially since that was one top-notch snog.
And ever since she left the boys' dormitory early that Saturday morning all she had been thinking about was when she'd snog him next or get to see his rather attractive half-naked body again.
But she didn't want to jump him. No, the situation hadn't escalated to that yet, and hopefully it wouldn't.
But as Rachel felt her eyelids drop and her body enter a deep slumber, there was no denying that she was already attracted to Sirius Black, no matter how many times she told herself that he really was as dumb as a post.
And, she did not know it then, but there would be no turning back.
Wow, I feel kind of bad about this chapter. It wasn't very good :| Anyways, just letting you guys know that the latest I'll be updating is Friday, if I can't get on sooner :)
-Sirchel or Ririus? ;)
-Grammar/spelling?
-And how's Irene? As annoying as I'm shooting for?
Thank you for reading and reviewing! :)
