Disclaimer: I own this no more than I own that pen over there. Oh, wait, that's my pen. Well, then I own this no more than I own a mustang. Wait, I have a mustang… only in horse form. Let's try again. I own this no more than I own two million dollars, so there. :is satisfied:.

Random guy: Miss? You just won the lottery!

Me: HOLY SHITE! Well, um, then… I JUST DON'T BLOODY OWN THIS, OKAY!

Chapter Four

The Girl

Let's see. I've got to talk to the guys. But I can't let them know that it's Addie. And I can't let Addie know it's the guys. Wow, I'm not making sense. So, naturally, I headed for the guys' dorm as soon as I got the chance. Mind you, it's been a few months since we started our studies on Animagi. We're to the point that we know what we're going to be. And have naturally already picked out nicknames. James is Prongs as he's a stag. Sirius is Padfoot, the HUGE dog. Sinch is Prints, the leopard. Me? I am bloody frickin Mary Poppins. But really, I'm Trypps, a tigress. Original, aren't they? Of course, we didn't use these names around Remus. It was going to be a brilliant surprise. Anyway, back to present. So, going up to the dorm.

When I got up the staircase, I walked towards the room with 'Marauders' Den' carved into the door. Siriusly… On the handle was the sign "Marauders Meeting in Session." I frowned. One of the rules of the Marauder code was that every Marauder attends a Marauder Meeting. That rule is way up at the top with "We will not refer to Remus's problem as 'That time of the month'." Okay, it's probably nothing. Just don't overreact…

I opened the door to find the guys huddled around a piece of parchment. When they saw me, the boys all went pale and shoved the parchment under a bed.

"Ali?"

"What's going on?" I asked, a slightly confused smile on my face.

"Well, you know, just… uh, well…" Sinch trailed off.

"A Marauder's Meeting missing a Marauder?" I questioned. I noticed Remus was absent as well. "Or two? Oh well. So what's the meeting about?"

Everyone avoided my eyes. "Just stuff." Muttered Sirius.

"Like what…"

"You know, stuff." Then I realized it. I sat down on a bed and put my head in my hands.

"Ali, wait, it's not what you think—" tried James.

I scoffed at him, tears pricking my eyes. "It's exactly what I think." I deadpanned. "I'm the odd one out—The Girl. The Marauders are becoming an all-boys association! Bloody hell, why didn't I see it before? You keep me around when it's convenient for you. But when it's not? Forget me! I'm just the stupid girl! Come to think of it, you haven't let me in on a prank in a month!"

"Trypps…"

"Stop it! All of you! Just quit it! I'm not part of you all any more! I see that clear as day! Never mind that I was coming up here to tell you that I have another friend who is a werewolf, and I was hoping we could take her with us when we went out! Never mind that! I'll have to take her myself, since I no longer belong to the Marauders!" They were shell-shocked. I turned to leave, then stopped. "And one last thing? Keep in mind that it is me who saves your arse Sinch when you lose your temper. I'm the one who taught you how to do the Accio charm, James. It is me who tells you how to get a certain girl to fall for you, Sirius. And beyond that? I'm also the one who covers all of your arses with McGonagall. See how many detentions you get out of without me." I left, simple as that.

I went straight to my own dorm and spilled all of my troubles to the girls. What did they do? Give me a truckload of Honeyduke's finest and tell me it would all be okay. But how could it? My friend from forever, James. How could I not be speaking to him? Sirius, how could I really be through with the git? And my twin? My bloody frickin twin? How could it be all right?

We all heard something clinking on the window. Rogue went over to investigate and came back over to where I was sitting, grinning.

"I think I found something that will make it all better," she said. Confused, I went over to my window. And on the ground far below I found my hunky Hufflepuff boyfriend throwing rocks at my window, muggle-style. Yep, that could make it all better.

Half an hour later found me forgetting my worldly sorrows by way of intense snogging. Sure, broom closets aren't the best for claustrophobic people, but they suit Dan and I nicely.

So here I am, trading tongues with my boyfriend who's got me pressed up against the broom closet door so hard he's practically sharing my skin. And someone opens the bloody door. Me, being pressed against it as hard as I was, naturally falls backwards into the hallway. Dan, who was pushing against me falls on top.

And standing there, looking like they were trying to hold their gag reflexes long enough to curse the hell out of Dan, are Sinch and James. Both are unnaturally pale. And I'm am disgustingly aware that I am laying on the floor with my boyfriend on top of me, with god knows how many hickeys, with Sinch and James standing next to me. I am terrified of what kinds of noises they heard me making.

Dan and I stood up. Immediately, James and Sinch had their wands at Dan's throat.

"Stop it!" I cried. "What do you think you are doing!"

"Well, let's see," said Sinch, his voice shaking with anger. "We just found this guy snogging my sister in a broom closet. What would you like to do to him James?"

"Well," James replied, voice saturated with rage. "I don't know Sinch. What would you say?"

"Hmmm, maybe castration would teach him a lesson." Dan went white.

"I dunno. Sounds too painless to me."

I realized I didn't have my wand with me. Oh shite. "Both of you stop it right now. It's your fault I went this far anyway." I knew I looked a mess. My curls were an obvious disaster, I didn't want to think about my makeup, I was afraid to think about my hickies, and my clothes were, well, you know.

Sinch took a deep breath and looked at me. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"What does a girl do when her closest friends and her own blood forsake her like that? Find some bloody comfort, that's what."

"So he's comfort?"

"He's comfort."

"Right." Sinch hauled back his fist and punched Dan square in the eye.

"SINCH!" I screamed. Sinch hit him again. "Stop it!" James grabbed Sinch and pulled him back. I ran to Dan whose left eye was promising to be brilliantly colored tomorrow.

"Ali, get over here," said Sinch through gritted teeth.

"I hate you!" I screamed at him. "I hate all of you! I don't need bloody 'Marauders' to be happy! Just stay out of my life and I won't hex you to death!" Making quieting noises, Dan escorted me down the hall, throwing glances back at Sinch and James every few seconds.

I'm gonna need a shrink after this… Bloody PMS…