Chapter 4: The Problem With Idiots
That Friday, the day before Angie's date, classes passed uneventfully. By then, Sirius had managed to hook up with Rachelle Collins. As a result, several broom closets had been disturbed for inter-class "intimate sessions". Angie vainly tried to not let is bother her but never actually managed to succeed.
That day, during lunch, Sirius sat beside Rachelle and across from Angie and Chase. To the members of the outside world, it was merely a friendly meal between two friends and their respective counterparts. To the members of the inner circle, they knew it to be a test of stamina on the other's denial.
Angie rarely looked at Sirius anymore, an incredibly out of character move on her part. Angie knew that if she ever looked at Sirius, Rachelle would enter her field of vision: something she did not want to occur. Rachelle was not fond of Angie and regarded her as a nuisance. Angie outright disliked Rachelle and regarded her as the slut she was. 'Well now, that wasn't very nice of me…' Angie thought, 'Oh well.'
Sirius pretended to be listening to the useless things his girlfriend had to say. Honestly, who cares about breaking nails, makeup and what Susie said to Sally to make her jealous? 'Damn. Should've picked a brighter and more interesting girl…' He thought, 'Like Angie. Yeah… Wait! No! Not Angie! Angie's why I'm with Ms. Nail-Polish-For-Brains over here.' Out of the corner of his eye, he observed Angie listening intently to what Chase had to say about Quidditch. "That's nice, babe. Would mind if I wrote my essay for Charms? Due next class." He interjected. He had had enough of her mindless babble.
"Sure. Take all the time you want. I need to go find Sally. The girl's just heartbroken that her best friend would betray her like that." Rachelle said as she left Sirius.
Sirius let out a sigh of relief at the blonde's departure. Now… If only that were for good… He pulled out a quill from his bag and a piece of parchment. He began to scribble words in Blanson across the paper, voicing his inner thoughts and emotions for the first time in four days to Angie.
Rao Yhkea.
E lyh'd ramb pid drehg dryd oui'ja paah yjuetehk sa mydamo. E's cina oui'ja zicd paah pico fedr Dnajunc un cusadrehk. Ra cina ec y lmehko uha. Oui kioc muug lida dukadran. Oayr, dryd'c nekrd, lida.
E ruba oui'na rybbo. E lyh'd naymmo cyo E't ghuf ypuid dryd vun cina. E ryjah'd cbugah du oui eh y frema… Oui ghuf, eh y bnuban luhjancydeuh. Dymg du sa, Yhkea. Saad sa eh dra lussuh nuus duhekrd? E secc oui.
Ceneic.
He sighed heavily and folded it into a paper crane before handing it to Angie. "A gift." He'd called it before he strolled out the doors of the Great Hall. He sincerely hoped she would meet with him that night.
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Cetus strolled into the Great Hall and sought of his sister. She had not spoken to him earlier that week and he had requested her presence on Monday. It was incongruous of her to do so. He quickly found her at mid table and plopped down beside her. He took note of the bloke next to her who looked like he desperately wanted to suck her face off.
"Oi! Angie!" Cetus spoke up, tapping her shoulder impatiently. Whether or not she wanted to be saved would be found out soon enough.
"Yes, Cetus?" She said as she turned around. A look of relief and joy filled Angie's face as she turned around.
"May I speak with you privately?" Cetus requested a second time that week. Judging from the current look on Angie's face, to be pulled away from the bloke next to her would be a relief sent from above.
"Yeah, sure." She replied. She turned to Chase and simply said, "Family thing, I suppose." With that, she made her leave with Cetus. Her 'gift' from Sirius was safely tucked within her bag along with everything she would need for Charms.
They made their way out of the Great Hall and down the corridor. They walked into the first empty classroom they found and took a seat on two opposite desks that faced each other. They made sure the door was closed before the talking began.
"So, what'd you want to talk to me about?" Angie beseeched of her brother.
"You haven't heard from mom or dad, have you?" Cetus questioned.
"Lately, no. But I suspect it has something to do with what's going on outside the walls of the castle." This further confused her.
"Ok. Well, Angie, I know you're friends with Sirius and everything but I can't help but wonder about him." Cetus told her.
Angie's head shot up. Why would Cetus be suspicious of Sirius? "What do you mean you can't 'help but wonder about him'?"
"Mom wrote me last Sunday about something that went on in his house. You know how loud the Blacks yell, right?" Cetus asked her. Angie merely nodded, not understanding where he was going with this. "Well, Mom wrote that they had been yelling about a 'failure son' who was "good for nothing"- she quoted that- and a 'traitor son'. She said that no names were thrown out- or at least if they were, she didn't hear them- and can't help but wonder which one is which. She told me not to tell you but she doesn't see what I see. She doesn't see the looks you've been giving him." Cetus finished with a grin while his eyes remained those of the concerned older brother he was not.
Angie blinked in disbelief. "So, you think that Sirius is the 'traitor son'? Or the 'failure son'?" Cetus gave her a curt nod. "Well, which of the two, Cetus?"
"I don't know. That's why I'm just telling you to be careful about him. They've found out that there's a large, dark spot on the forearms of death eaters. Just look for it. If it's there, Angie, you know you can't continue to be friends with him." Cetus' eyes were becoming glassy now as moisture developed on them. He knew he was breaking his sister's heart. Moreover, it baffled him that his parents wrote to him about Sirius and not Angie. Sure, they'd be getting on the bad side of his sibling but they were her parents: they were immune to her.
Angie looked to the ground, processing what her eleven-year-old brother had told her. Would Sirius be the 'traitor son'? If so, traitor to whom? Maybe he was the 'failure son'? No, that could never be it. Sirius was good at everything he did. Along with the suspicions about Sirius, it perplexed her how much her brother had suddenly aged in the span of two minutes. She merely nodded her head and glanced at her watch.
"Cetus, class begins in ten minutes. I suggest you make your way there now. I'll see you later." Angie said as she gave him a short hug and swept out the door, robes billowing behind her.
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Angie swept into Charms class with a couple moments to spare. The majority of the class had already taken their seats and Professor Flitwick stood at the head of the class, waiting for the arrivals of a few more students. Angie scanned the class and found a seat next to Lily. Off in a corner were the Marauders.
Angie quietly pulled out the paper crane Sirius had given her. In the light, she could see scribbles of words on the parchment. She unfolded it and read the message carefully. Lily glanced over her shoulder but when she found she was unable to make out a single word, she went back to staring at the front of the class.
Hey Angie.
I can't help but think that you've been avoiding me lately. I'm sure you've just been busy with Trevors or something. He sure is a clingy one. You guys look cute together. Yeah, that's right, cute.
I hope you're happy. I can't really say I'd know about that for sure. I haven't spoken to you in a while… You know, in a proper conversation. Talk to me, Angie. Meet me in the common room tonight? I miss you.
Sirius.
Angie stared at the last sentence before his name. He missed her? She thought he had not registered her recent absence from his side since he began to suck face with Rachelle Collins. Suck face? She sure was being harsh on him. 'No dear, that's you green-eyed monster speaking out there.' A voice at the back of her mind taunted her.
Angie pulled out a pen and wrote him a reply under the pretence of taking notes. Flitwick had started yammering on about animation charms while she read the letter.
Re Ceneic.
Sa, yjuet oui? Fro fuimt E tu dryd? E druikrd oui fana duu pico mecdahehk du Nylramma dymg un... E's hud cina fryd amca cra tuac, yldiymmo.
Lida. Dryd'c y haf uha. E teth'd drehg ed fyc bynd uv ouin julypimyno. Tu oui bnavan edlrehk buftan un vnukc? E's gettehk.
E ys rybbo... Famm, yc rybbo yc y bancuh fru seccac draen pacd vneaht lyh pa.
E'mm saad oui duhekrd eh dra lussuh nuus. Pid Ceneic, tuh'd drehg, hud ajah vun y susahd, dryd E's kuehk ib du dryd cdo oui vuin lymm y nuus. Yldiymmo, lymmehk ed y cdo ec yh ehcimd du bekc ymm ujan.
E'mm caa oui mydan.
Yhkea.
Angie neatly folded it into a paper crane. She quickly switched it with the previous paper crane that was on her desk, obviously placed there by Flitwick for a model for trying the new spell. Flitwick went over basic wrist movements and pronunciation of the incantation.
"It's ani-mat-ta." Flitwick enunciated and the class chorused after him.
Angie looked at her crane, followed through with the wand motion and said, "Animata!" The crane on her desk flapped its wings and took flight. She directed it over to Sirius and the note made its was across the room.
"Very good, Ms. Benson!" Flitwick said, impressed that she had gotten the charm on her first try. "Ten points for Gryffindor."
Angie merely smiled. Lily looked at her paper frog and decided to give it a go. A once, the folded paper made its way around her desk. Lily beamed with pride. A few desks behind them, someone had blown their paper creation up.
Sirius caught the bird and muttered "finite incantatem". He unfolded the bird and read its contents.
Hi Sirius.
Me, avoid you? Why would I do that? I thought you were too busy listening to Rachelle talk or... I'm not sure what else she does, actually.
Cute. That's a new one. I didn't think it was part of your vocabulary. Do you prefer itching powder or frogs? I'm kidding.
I am happy... Well, as happy as a person who misses their best friend can be.
I'll meet you tonight in the common room. But Sirius, don't think, not even for a moment, that I'm going up to that sty you four call a room. Actually, calling it a sty is an insult to pigs all over.
I'll see you later.
Angie.
He smiled at her comment about Rachelle, knowing fully well that he ought not to but did so anyway. It further brightened him when he read that she indeed missed him as well and chuckled at her remark regarding their dorm. She was right: there were socks that hung from the canopy beds and bedposts; feathers littered the room with a mass of clothes, wrappers and papers in the centre; darts that stuck in odd place around the room-a clear indication that they had no aim whatsoever after consuming an entire case of twenty-four among themselves.
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That night, after dinner, Angie met Sirius in the common room, waiting with the Marauders' Map and James' invisibility cloak. He smiled at her before opening the door once more. It was not past curfew yet so they were sill free to roam.
Sirius took her to the Room of Requirement. The room had transformed into a carpeted room with wood paneling, a roaring fireplace, a grandfather clock and plenty of cushions. The lack of actual furniture did not disturb them as they took a place on top of a mountain of pillows each.
"So, tell me, why haven't you spoken more than five consecutive words to me lately?" Sirius inquired as he lay on his stomach with his head propped up in his hands. Honest curiosity ebbed across his features as he stared intently at Angie.
"Would you have heard them?" Angie asked. In the past few days, it appeared to her that Rachelle was constantly telling Sirius something or kissing him. It did not appear to her as though they did anything else. Honest curiosity splashed across her face as realization made its way on to Sirius'. It was soon replaced by hurt.
"Angie, I always listen to you." He told her, "Though I'm not sure I can say the same to Rachelle."
Angie snorted. If he did not listen to her, why was he still with her then? "Then why are you with her?" Angie thought a moment and, before Sirius could say something, she changed her mind. "Never mind. Don't tell me."
"Angie! I'm shocked that you could think so lowly of me!" He cried indignantly as she burst out laughing. "Honestly, I would have thought that you of all people would know that I'm not truly like that."
Their conversation stretched onward like that for a few hours. They talked about Rachelle, Chase, recent pranks, their thoughts about the classes, joked about teachers, shared jokes and laughed. When a silence fell between them, Angie spoke up. She did not want to end the carefree nature of their night but what Cetus had told her earlier plagued her mind.
"Sirius, my mom wrote Cetus lately about your family." Angie started quietly.
"Are they dead?" Sirius asked, almost hopefully.
"Uh, no." Angie said and his face fell. "She told him about a recent row your parents had without placing a silencing charm over the house. She said something about your mom referring to her two sons as the 'failure son' and the 'traitor son'. You know how Mom's a healer right?" Sirius gave a nod. He would never discuss this with anyone other than Angie and possibly James. "Well, I'm not sure if you've heard but many muggle-borns and wizards are being murdered or severely injured. What scared her most was when she caught wind that there are people in the school who are in league with him. Your parents' rows made her come to the conclusion that either you or your brother are-" She stopped there upon seeing the look of disgust upon his face.
"Angie, when it comes to my parents, I'm no one other than 'the traitor son'." He said solemnly. He heard her gasp but continued before she could say something. "When they say 'traitor', they mean 'blood-traitor' because I refuse to believe in all that pureblood bullshit." He heard her exhale in relief. He rolled up both sleeves to reveal two forearms devoid of tattoos of any kind. "See? I couldn't be. Besides, dark magic disgusts me."
Angie nodded and, although he had a girlfriend, gave him a hug. It took him a while to react but soon laced his arms around her, sealing her in a tight embrace. A warm feeling crept into his body that was never there when he hugged Rachelle.
The clock on the wall struck one o'clock as exhaustion crept across the two teenagers. Breaking the embrace, they got up and left the room, scanning the hallways with the Marauders' Map under the protection of the invisibility cloak. They managed to pass Filch and Mrs. Norris without detection and made it to Gryffindor tower successfully.
In the common room, they bade each other goodnight before ascending to their respective dormitories. The sound of footsteps fading away reinstated the silence in the moonlit room.
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The idle twitter of birds dwindling in the trees woke Angie and she could not help but think of the fairy tale Snow White. She laughed as she remembered the arguments made against the story that paralleled it to cocaine.
Angie arose from her comfortable and warm nest in the blankets and went about her daily routine. She brushed her teeth and dressed herself in a black v-neck sweater and a denim skirt. The familiar feeling of excitement rose from the pit of her stomach as glee found its way into her heart. This was her first date in three years.
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Angie made her way down to the Great Hall. She made her way to the Gryffindor table, took her place across from Sirius and a clingy Rachelle and grabbed a piece of toast from the centre basket. She did not notice the manicured hand that hovered over the place where the toasted bread once was.
"Hey!" a girly voice squeaked in a whine, "I was going to eat that!"
Angie looked at the offended blonde and decided it was not worth the effort to get mad at her. "You snooze, you lose. You cling: you still lose. Honestly, Rachelle, just give up. You'll never succeed anyway." Angie shrugged as she took a bit of the toast and did not bother to try to muffle the tantalizing 'crunch' sound the toast made.
"Angie, why are you so snappy today?" Sirius questioned, his attention on his cereal having been broken. "I thought you had a date. Isn't that supposed to put you in a good mood?"
"That depends if the shapely blonde across the table from you is going to get territorial over a starch." Angie replied as she victoriously continued to eat her toast.
"Angie's being hostile!" James chanted. He would have continued had Lily not walked by at that moment. "You know, Lily, it's not too late to come to Hogsmeade with me!" he shouted after her.
Lily turned on her heel and walked up to him in manner that suggested she was considering the notion of taking him up on the offer. She flashed him a smile, her emerald eyes shining and her fingers twirling her hair. "Really? Well, let's see… How many other boys are in the Hall today?" She looked around before continuing, "About three hundred too many for me to go out with you." She crinkled her nose, shook her head and walked away.
Remus and Peter sniggered; milk almost shooting out the latter's nostrils. Sirius leant a hand and tried to console a downtrodden James. Rachelle shook her head and offered her two cents. "I don't see why that bitch has to be so… well, bitchy about it."
Angie breathed fire. This hydrocephaloid of person had just insulted her best female friend. "Clever Rachelle." Angie drawled. "Maybe its time you considered that not everyone's as loose as you are when it comes to boys." She jumped up from her seat, bid the boys farewell and took her place next to Lily, still seething venom.
Lily looked up from her cereal upon Angie's arrival. Her face mirrored her thoughts of regret but was soon replaced by curiosity as her best friend sat next to her, muttering death threats on a certain airhead. "Hey, what's up?"
"… Stupid lying, cheating idiot on two legs… strangle her to death and eat her vocal chords for dinner… Cut her hair off and stuff a pillow with it… Smash her face in with bowling balls and baseball bats…" Angie muttered violent thoughts.
Lily was still bewildered and decided to try again. "Angie, what're you muttering about?"
Angie snapped up from her murderous notions. "That stupid bitch called you a bitch. What would she know? The only thing she does is talk and screw. I bet Sirius would have to sink low enough to get her to give him a blow-job just to shut her up for ten minutes."
Lily tried to resist the urge to laugh but failed miserably. Her laughter was infectious and was proven so as Angie burst out laughing as well. As they laughed, disbelief settled in as Angie struggled, "I… can't… believe… I … said… that!"
James noticed the two girls laughing and decided that it may be safe to try again. He excused himself from his friend and made his way to the table. He confidently took a seat next to Lily and smiled, waiting for the two girls to clam down.
Angie regained control of herself as she saw who had taken a seat next the still laughing Lily. Lily hadn't realized that James was sitting next to her as she mused short of breath, "Ten minutes of silence from a blow-job…" Lily sighed as she regained her composure.
Before Lily could continue with her thought, James cut in. "Is that an offer?"
Angie snorted and Lily turned a nice shade of fire engine red. "Tha's not James, is it?" She slurred from mirth.
"Um, yeah, it is, actually." Angie giggled once more.
"Crap." Lily managed. She then shifted the blame. "Angie, that's all your fault."
James felt invisible but it made him happy. He had never succeeded in being as close to Lily before without being hit. He watched the scene before him before huskily muttering into her ear, "Lily, you never answered my question."
Lily suppressed the impulse to shake as her eyes closed. Her back was turned from him, shielding her from his observing eyes. Angie grinned like the Cheshire cat that ate the canary. Her cheeks were so high, her eyes were pretty much squinting.
"Well, I better make my way to the Main Entrance. Don't wanna be late for my date!" Angie exclaimed as she left Lily with her 'demons'.
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Angie made her way to the front steps and found Chase standing there, waiting for her. He smiled at her, grabbed her hand and kissed the top of it. Angie blushed.
"The carriages aren't here yet. Let's go take a walk by the lake." He suggested. Angie smiled and they made their way around the lake, not really paying attention to their pace, nor to the fact that, one by one, the carriages were leaving.
When they got to the carriages, there were two left. James, Lily, Remus and Peter climbed into one, slammed the door shut and the carriage went off without them. Angie and Chase made their way into the last carriage and were about to close the door when they heard Sirius yell out, "Wait!"
Rachelle and Sirius climbed in, out of breath. They breathed heavily as Angie and Chase stared at them, waiting for them to regain their breath.
"James, Lily, Remus and Peter left without us. Actually, they sprinted from the Great Hall, ran into the second last carriage and left us here with you." Sirius explained.
Angie blinked twice, not believing her ears. "James and Lily left without you? James and Lily?"
Sirius, Chase and Angie laughed at the notion while Rachelle concentrated really hard to understand what was so funny about Lily and James. After a few moments, she gave up. "I don't get it." She whined.
Angie bit back a remark about the blonde's intelligence quotient as Sirius explained. "James has been trying to get Lily for years. Lily's been rejecting him for years. Now, it doesn't make sense that she suddenly jumps in a carriage with him."
Rachelle wore a blank face as she still tried to process the information. When she still could not picture what was so funny about it, she let out a weak laugh before diverting her attention elsewhere. "So, you guys going out?" She asked Chase and Angie.
Angie dropped her jaw, clearly believing that Rachelle's intelligence exponentially decreased as the seconds ticked by. Chase stated the obvious. "Well, this is our first date."
"Oh. Cool." Rachelle said. Sirius sighed and rolled his eyes. It was then that Rachelle began her mindless jabber about nothing of great importance at all. He silently wished that he could have at least gotten ten minutes of silence from her but was discouraged when he noted the presence of two other people. Instead, he gave the occasional "uh huh" or nod.
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After what seemed like an eternity of mindless banter, they finally arrived at Hogsmeade. Angie and Chase quickly made their way from Sirius and Rachelle as they ducked into Honeydukes.
"I need to get some Fizzing Whizbees for Chase. Being a first year and all, Cetus can't come to Hogsmeade." Angie had told him as they made their escape to the candy shop.
The shop buzzed with the hustle and bustle of sugar craving people. It was filled as the anticipation for the arrival of Halloween saturated the air. It was not the picturesque scene for a conversation so Chase kept his questions to himself.
He tagged along as Angie stocked up on Fizzing Whizbees, Honeydukes' Finest Chocolate, and Bertie Bott's Everyflavor Beans. She was about to pay for it all when she caught sight of a muggle candy: Pixy Stix. He noted how her eyes lit up at the sight of the neon coloured tubs of sugar. His eyes followed her hands as she grabbed at least five of every colour there.
Upon finishing her candy shopping, they sought a quiet café as opposed to the Three Broomsticks. They found a booth for two and sat across from one another, sipping their respective coffee concoctions.
"I love coffee. I just don't feel the same without it. Of course, the house elves don't feel the need to cafenate the students so early in the morning. Then the teachers wonder why we fall asleep in class…" Angie mused as she stared into her coffee mug.
Chase smiled. Nothing of interest really came to mind on the subject of coffee so he changed the topic. "Yeah. Hey, you don't mind if I ask why you don't like Rachelle, do you?" The subject was out of the blue and probably fell under the "None of Your Business" category.
Angie looked up from the black liquid and stared at him for a moment. Chase began to blush and was about to mutter an apology when Angie said, "Rachelle Collins is one of the most stupidest people I've ever had the misfortune of meeting. She daily illustrates my point that she lacks two brain cells to rub together. She says nothing of value but makes a habit of saying the most prejudice things I've ever heard in my life."
"Oh. Well, what'd she say?" Chase knew he was treading on shaky ground.
"This morning, for example, she called Lily a bitch for no reason other than Lily shooting down James' offer to take her on a date today. Sure, the way Lily did it was a tad bit on the cruel side but it is by no means reason for her to call her a bitch." Angie stated firmly.
"Oh. Has she ever done anything to you?"
"It's more of the fact that she exists."
"That's not very nice."
"Well, Chase, I'm not going to lie to you. Having to lie to Sirius everyday is bad enough."
"What do mean 'lie to Sirius'?"
"Trying to act amicable around that… I don't know what she is. Even a soap dish is brighter than her."
The pair laughed at the remark and continued to talk about matters concerning school, friends and life outside the walls of Hogwarts. It was roughly five o'clock when the pair left the coffee shop and made their way back to the castle. They were a cute couple but Angie thought nothing more of it. She was happy and that was all that mattered to her.
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Angie made her way to her room when she arrived at the castle. She pulled a piece of parchment from her trunk and found herself a table in the common room. The room was vacant, unoccupied chairs scattered about and a great fire crackling in the fireplace.
The silence around her was comfortable as her thoughts were clear in her mind. She pressed her quill to the parchment, moving it across the paper in a dance-like manner, forming delicate letters and words. Paragraphs were written and emotions expressed. As time passed, the letter became complete.
Dear Mom and Dad,
How are you? I hope work is bearable and that there aren't many people walking in with severed limbs and dislocated joints for you to fix.
I've been receiving the Daily Prophet and I must say that this 'Dark Lord' seems to be quite full of himself. The teachers and the headmaster have made the atmosphere around her cheery and calm, a sort of hideaway from reality. It's pleasant but it's almost as if they mean for us to be oblivious to the world around us, uninformed about why some of our relatives are being killed. Just last week, a classmate of mine received a letter that stated that her mother had been killed.
Cetus approached me last week about a letter he had received from you. I know you mean well but I don't understand why you did not tell me of your suspicions. I know I have quite the temper sometimes but I would appreciate being told every now and then of matters that regard my friendships. Anyway, I did talk to Sirius about it and he told me that he was the 'traitor son' (as Cetus put it) but not quite as you would expect it. I'm not sure if you've ever been aware of Mr. And Mrs. Black's beliefs regarding heritage but they hold the stature of being a pureblood in high esteem. When Sirius did not agree with his parents' perceptions of superiority, he had earned the title of 'blood traitor' thus making him the traitor son. He also told me that dark magic disgusts him.
I know that when suspicions surround a person and the only proof you have is the suspect's word, not much trust is present. However, I should suspect that I could trust my best friend of twelve years for all that he is worth and then some. Fact is I trust Sirius with my life.
Anyway, I can't wait to see you once more. I miss you both dearly and send you all of my love and then some.
Love always,
Angie.
Angie inspected her work meticulously for errors and whatnot. Upon detecting none, she smiled to herself, pleased with her work. She folded the letter and placed it in an envelope. She placed the envelope into a pocket in her cloak and went to the owlry to deliver her letter.
After completing that task, her stomach grumbled, causing her to become aware of her hunger. She then made her way to the Great Hall for dinner.
A/N: Wow… I didn't write a flashback… Oh well. There will be plenty next chapter. I'm pretty sure that my writing is still inconsistent but please bear with me: I'm trying to elevate my writing as I am no longer a high school student (finally, after FIVE bloody years!) and must strive to achieve more out of these letters.
Caramel popcorn to Inwe Tasartir for the first review.
Um… Please review. I live for those things… They're partially also the reason why I write.
"See" you all in the next chapter. Keep on rockin' in the free world!
P.S: I changed the rating because my ideas are getting more toward the 'M' side and my language is gtting more and more obsecene.