A week after their trip to Diagon Alley, Dorcas and Amaryllis were at the former's house. The brunette had lived in a more isolated area and her closest neighbour was a wizard family. This proved to be an advantage for Amaryllis since she got the chance to practice Quidditch without the fear of being seen.
"Tell me what I was on when I agreed to help you practice?" Dorcas panted, trying to catch the ball that Amaryllis launch towards the goal. Mrs. Meadowes was nice enough to transfigure some trees into goal hoops, but they had to use a quaffle sized ball instead of a quaffle.
"It's only been," Amaryllis glances at the watch on her wrist, the widening of her eyes was visible from where Dorcas was. "3 hours..." She mumbles, red-faced from the practice and embarrassment. Dorcas swoops down to the ground and collapses onto the grass. "Sorry, Dorcas," Amaryllis says, joining her friend on the ground.
"I don't understand how Quidditch players do it... I was just trying to block a bloody ball." Dorcas groans. She adjusts her slipping headband from falling off.
"You look like your going to be sick..." Amaryllis comments, seeing the green tint that is appearing on her red face. "This is what eating so much candy does to you, just like at Diagon Alley." She chastised. Dorcas props herself on her elbow, a smirk forming on her face.
"Oh yeah, that day..." Amaryllis internally cursed. "It was very eventful, wasn't it?" Dorcas adds, suggestively.
"I've already told you that nothing happened!" Amaryllis hissed. Dorcas' eyebrows furrowed and she shook her head.
"What was that?" Dorcas asked, feigning confusion. "I couldn't hear you over the bullshit." Amaryllis shot her friend a glare and shook her head. Ever since the trip to Diagon Alley, Dorcas has got this idea in her head that she and Severus had a 'moment' or something. She tried to explain that nothing happened, but, alas, it was no use.
"Amara and Snivellus sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Dorcas taunted.
"You infuriate me," Amara mumbled.
"Now, you're starting to sound like him!" Dorcas laughed. "Honestly, from where I was it looked like you two were on a date. You've now him since before you met me. Don't try to act like the goody everyone thinks you are because we both know that you aren't inexperienced."
"I'm still a virgin," Amaryllis grumbled, during her speech. Dorcas ignores this.
"Why is it such a shock that I'm saying something happened?"
"It isn't a shock because this is the hundredth time you said something like that." Amara retorted. Dorcas shrugged and picked a flower from the ground.
The girls were now walking to Amaryllis' house, even if it was a further distance away. They had phoned Mrs. Evans to tell her they were on their way and Amaryllis' parents are expecting both of them.
"Let's do something." Dorcas voiced as she kicked a rock. Amaryllis gave her a questioning look.
"Like what?"
"I don't know." Dorcas shrugged. "Let us go wherever the wind takes us. Be free like mighty phoenixes!" The brunette flapped her 'wings' and Amaryllis laughed. "We can hitchhike to London. Or we could," She takes her wand and holds it out.
"No. Last time I threw up everywhere." Amaryllis grumbles as the Knight Bus speeds towards them. Dorcas just giggles when the bus comes to a stop.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. My name is John Tribble and I will be your conductor for this afternoon." The middle-aged man looked at the two witches sceptically. "Where you heading?"
"Near the Leaky Cauldron, but not at the Leaky Cauldron."
Amaryllis stumbled out of the bus and Dorcas had to admit it, she wasn't feeling too well either. "There's the telephone box." Dorcas panted out. "We can call your parents and let them know that we stopped in London." Amaryllis walks over to the phone box and steps in. Dorcas watches as the girl pleads for her parents to let them spend some time in London until they eventually give in, mostly because they know Amaryllis would never do anything bad. She was the good, quiet daughter who hardly asked for anything from her parents.
"Where to first?" Amaryllis asks a grin making its way to her face. Dorcas throws an arm around the redhead and they walk down the streets.
"First my protégé, we go eat for I am hungry," Dorcas tells her in her best attempt at a French accent.
"I want chicken or a salad..." Amaryllis and Dorcas share a look.
"Or neither. Obviously." They chanted. The girls shared a laugh, running off to the nearest café. People would send them either annoyed looks, amused looks, and some even envious -to be young again-.
Amaryllis is currently coughing her lungs out after taking a long drag out of her cigarette. Dorcas laughing her arse off rather than helping her. "You're doing it wrong. Look," Dorcas demonstrates the 'proper' way to smoke, then blowing the air on Amaryllis' face. This led to another round of coughs as the smoke filled her.
"Okay, I am done with that." She threw the cigarette on the ground and crushed it with her heel. "Never trying that again." Amara mumbles, leaning her head back against the brick wall. Dorcas shrugs as she digs into her bag and pulls out a phial. There's peculiar substance in it, possibly a potion, and it looks rather repugnant in Amaryllis' opinion.
"Here," The brunette hands it to her friend, making Amaryllis raise a suspicious brow. "It's supposed to clear up your lungs or something."
"You are just... prepared, aren't you? Had it all planned didn't you, Dory?" Amaryllis teases, before downing the potion. "Yuck. That taste- She paused and breathed in. "Hmm, interesting. I can breathe better than I was before." She felt her as if someone had filtered her lungs out.
"Dad makes great potions if only I had inherited that skill." Dorcas frowns, downing her own phial and gagging.
"I'm surprised no one has come out yet." Amaryllis muses. Her and Dorcas shrug and the former takes out her wand, trying to tap a brick.
"Tell me why we came to Diagon Alley again?" Dorcas asked, bored. Amaryllis rolled her eyes as her arm flung around Dorcas' shoulders.
"You are the one who wanted to come here, remember? You said it when you were talking with your mouth full." The redhead faux shivers at the memory and Dorcas elbows her in the side. The girls walk down the cobbled pathway and simply look at stores
"Ugh, there's Marlene McKinnon, Mary Macdonald, Alice Fortescue, and, oh, Lily Evans." Dorcas points out a group of girls that are giggling at something, probably something stupid in Dorcas' opinion.
"At least they're leaving, but why don't you like my sister's friends? I think Alice is a lovely girl, she gives me Droobles sometimes."
"I never said I didn't like her. It's the other ones I don't like." Dorcas grumbles. "Mary acts like she should be treated like a 'queen' because her mum was in... one muggle film. I don't like Marlene 'cause she's pretty. I mean look at this," Dorcas gestures to her face. "I look like a mole. Not even a Niffler, just a mole."
"So it doesn't have anything to do with the incident in the first year." Amaryllis comments in an innocent manner. Dorcas shot her a glare and proceeded to invade her friends' personal space.
"We never speak of it." She hissed, slowly. Amaryllis raises her hand in a surrender motion, using this opportunity to pull her friend into one of the shops. "What are we..." Dorcas looks around the shop. "The books... again?"
"Calm down..." Amaryllis mumbles, heading towards the Divination section.
"You are still taking Divination? Amara, I think you're one of the only people who could get an O in that class... Maybe you can predict the future?" Dorcas wonders, looking at Amaryllis with wide eyes.
"Yes. Like how I know that Caspian Cane is looking at you right now, not in a 'just friends' way." Amara whispered, discreetly gesturing to the boy at the top level of the shop. Dorcas shrugged, a smirk forming on her lips, then her eyes travelled over to the book Amaryllis was grabbing.
"'Death Omens: What to Do When You Know the Worst is Coming'? Maybe I will see what that Hufflepuff wants." Dorcas mumbled, not hiding her distaste for the book. "If I don't come back, meet me at that Telephone Box." Dorcas waggled her eyebrows and sauntered off. Amaryllis just snorted and went back to her death omens.
-A little bit earlier-
If you had to ask Sirius Black what the one thing he hates most was, it would be Walburga Blacks complaining which usually came with screeching. His mother -only in blood- could always find something that she didn't like. Her son was usually the one she was complaining about, but right now it was her son, the 'mudbloods', and how she needed to get her Reggie home.
"...the sun is already setting. We should've just left you at that last shop, Sirius. Why can't you be more like Regulus..." Sirius assumed this is what his mother was saying, seeing as he tuned her out years ago. His grey eyes travelled over to the window of Flourish Blotts. A grin formed on his lips when he saw a brunette leaving a certain redhead and he suddenly had a brilliant idea.
"I see James. Bye Walburga, I'll go spend the next week at his house." He said quickly to the woman who gave birth to him. She didn't show any interest in his words and waved him away. "Bye Regulus." Sirius drawled, earning a scowl from the younger boy.
The eldest Black rushed over to Flourish Blotts, casually walking over to the Divination section. He raised a brow at the book the girl was reading. "You never told me that you and other Evans are twins." He whispers.
"You never asked," Amaryllis mumbled, not bothering to look up from the book. Sirius leans forward, his breath on her neck. "I had other things on my mind." He whispers, seductively. Amaryllis rolls her eyes and pushes him away.
"I am immune to your charm, Sirius." Amara snapped, ignoring the shiver that ran down her spine.
"Really?" Sirius smirks. "You didn't seem immune to my charm that night in Astronomy Tower. Or that afternoon in Moaning Myrtle's lavatory. Or that day in the broom cupboard. Or th-"
"Okay, I get it." Amaryllis hissed, cutting Sirius off. "We've snogged a few times." Sirius raised a brow, making Amaryllis roll her eyes. "... A lot of times." She grumbled.
"Why don't we just add an extra time?" He suggests, nonchalantly. "I'll even buy you an ice cream," Sirius adds.
"Careful Black, I might think you are trying to ask me on a date." Amaryllis teased. Her gaze flashed upstairs where she no longer sees Dorcas... or Caspian. Then her blue eyes travel over to Sirius, who has a confident grin on his face. "What the hell?" She pulls him into one of the corners of the store, near a section that no one goes to.
"Don't be too hasty Evans. I'm not going anywhere." Sirius taunts. "Shut up." She mumbles, cutting off whatever retort he had with her mouth. Sirius easily responded, both of them very comfortable after doing this many times before.
His hands settled on her waist and Amaryllis pulled back, an affronted expression on her face. "What do you think you're doing?" She asked in a breathless voice.
"What do you mean?" He asks, confused.
"I mean your hands..." Sirius looks surprised. "What am I the virgin Mary?" Amaryllis pulls him closer to her, earning a smirk from the boy. "Put them somewhere useful..."
Amaryllis attempted to fix her dishevelled state while Sirius simply kept his 'carefree' look. His eyes landed on her neck and a cocky grin appeared. "You might not want to pick your hair up, Evans." He gestured to the 'love bite' on her neck.
"Damn it." She cursed to herself and left her hair down. She hated when that happened, but couldn't stop the satisfaction at the sight of his own neck. "Remember the rules, Black. Just because we're not in school doesn't mean they don't apply." The girl warned him.
"I know. I know. No telling. It's all hush-hush." He says with a carefree air. Her eyes narrowed and she grabbed his shirt, pulling him downward to match her height.
"I'm being serious. Not a soul, Black." She snapped, her arms crossed.
"You're hot when you get angry, Evans." Sirius mumbled, not even bothering to make a 'Sirius' joke. The comment led to another round of snogging.
Amaryllis and Sirius walked along the cobbled stone streets of Diagon Alley. Flourish Blotts began to close in the middle of their third round. The redhead held an ice cream cone in her hand, a smile on her face as she licked her treacle tart flavoured treat.
"I honestly didn't expect an ice cream, Black," Amaryllis tells him. Sirius shrugs, kicking a rock with his foot.
"I figured you should have something for your swollen lips." He smirked. The girl rolled her eyes because of the number of times he has smirked. His smirk only widens because of the number of times she's rolled her eyes.
"Oh wow, you're hilarious." She drawled, adding a sarcastic laugh. They walked in silence for a moment before Amaryllis checked her watch and cursed. "Crap, I have to meet Dorcas. Bye Sirius." She begins to walk off.
"Evans, we can just leave Diagon Alley together." He calls out. Amaryllis shakes her head, not bothering to look back. "You'll just slow me down, Black. I've got places to be." She takes off in a run to the Leaky Cauldron. Sirius just watches her as she leaves, shaking his head, and running a hand through his shaggy hair; a motion that is usually done by his best friend.
Blue eyes widen when they see a brunette leaning against the telephone box with closed eyes. "Dorcas!" Amaryllis called. The girl jolted up and frantically looked around, sighing in relief when she spots Amara.
"You gave me a fright." Dorcas slurred. Amaryllis walked closer to her and winced when the smell of firewhiskey hit her nose. "I got a teensy bit of a drink." She told her.
"Okay. Come on, Dorcas. Let us walk that off okay? Maybe the fresh air will do you some good. Once you've sobered up we'll get the Knight Bus." Amaryllis told her friend. The brunette shrugged and tried to walk, but ended up stumbling.
"What have you been doing? Hmmm... Did you find a pretty boy and..." Dorcas made kissing noises. Amaryllis laughed, whilst shaking her head.
"Maybe." Amaryllis grabbed hold of one of Dorcas' arms to steady her and the girls walked down the streets. Every so often, Dorcas would try to run off and talk to a random stranger, but Amaryllis kept tightening her grip on her friend.
"I can see the stars! Helloooo!" Dorcas shouts. Amaryllis looked up and a drop landed on her cheek. The rain began to fall slowly and the girls just laughed. "Dance with me, Amara!" Dorcas yelled, pulling her into the grass, that was beside the road. The two girls, just, danced. Both acting like they were little girls again, not caring about the mess that was getting on their clothes. Or the water that was soaking up their hair. "This is what it feels like to feel free!" Amara sang out, flapping her arms around.
"I'm starting to feel fine now." Dorcas mused, jumping across a forming puddle. "We're getting sick after this." Dorcas laughed out as they started to spin. "Yeah, we should get the bus," Amaryllis mumbled, beginning to feel dizzy from the spinning. The girl reached into her bag and stuck her wand out.
Amaryllis playfully shushed Dorcas as they entered the house. The brunette shrugged and took off her shoes, slipping on the floor in the process. Amara caught her friend in time and laughed, quietly. They silently tiptoed to the stairs, passing the living room in the process, and Amaryllis cursed internally cursed when she saw the lights on.
"Where the hell have you been?!" Mrs Evans bellowed. Amaryllis and Dorcas winced, both of them turning around slowly. A relaxed smile formed on Amara's face.
"You know around. Being free like mighty phoenixes?" Her statement sounded like a question.
"It's 1 in the morning!" Mr. Evans shouted. Amaryllis noted that Petunia and Lily were also sitting on the couches. Petunia looking relieved and Lily looking disappointed.
"We got caught in the rain and we had no regular money." Amaryllis lied, her eyes widening for effect. "We were already halfway here when I remembered the Knight Bus," Dorcas adds. Her parents looked like they were ready to argue and accuse when Petunia stepped in.
"Mum, dad... look at them. They're soaking wet and I honestly doubt Amaryllis would purposely walk in the rain unless she had a choice." Petunia defended. Dorcas almost rolled her eyes when she noted that Petunia hadn't said anything in her defence.
"But they should have started heading back earlier," Lily commented, not really thinking. Petunia sent her sister a glare. "I mean, of course, it could have been so easy to lose track of time and not having money doesn't help the problem."
"It's really cold." Amaryllis shivered, rubbing her arms with Dorcas following her lead. Mrs. Evans eyes softened and Mr. Evans relaxed more.
"Okay, why don't you girls head up to change? It's very late." Mrs. Evans told them. Both of them nodded and ran up the steps, sharing triumphant smiles. They opened the door to Amaryllis room, Dorcas going to get the clothes in her section -yes she has her own section- of the closet.
"Again. We got away with it."
(unedited)
I would never be able to get away with something like this. and was pretty bummed about not being able to go out with my friends when I wrote this. the code thing happened to the chapter again and i had to get rid of it manually. Im not sure if i got all of it so it might be wonky, my apologies.
How is everyone's breaks so far? Hope its fun!
-silver
