Hello, everyone!!! STILL NO MORE REVIEWS!!!! But you know what? lol. I
don't care. All I wanna do is write. But I can't get any better if you
don't tell me what I'm doing wrong, right? lol. Plz, plz, plz, if nothing
else, just tell me how to do italics/bold/underline and all that. JUST that
would be greatly appreciated. For now **~~~~** is italics, k?
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"Sirius!!! Get up **now**!!!"
Sorely reminded of home, Sirius slowly opened his eyes. "How can you sleep in so long, dude? You were the first up yesterday!" James asked.
Still sleepy, Sirius replied, "You know you use the word 'dude' too much?"
"Yeah, that's the way I am. Mwahahahaha! Up!" He explained with a grin.
"Alright, I'm up!"
"Good, you can help us with Peter. Yesterday's method didn't work."
"What?" Sirius asked, then looked over at a very wet Peter, still fast asleep. "Good grief. Let me see." He got out of his bed and grabbed his wand, sleepily muttering a spell, then looking very self-satisfied when Peter opened his eyes. **I knew that would come in handy someday** he thought to himself.
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Down at breakfast, the Slytherin table was still glaring over in the direction of the Gryffindors. "Do you think they **know** it was us?" Peter asked nervously.
"Nah. They can't have found out. There's no evidence anyway. What do we have today?" Remus responded.
Sirius, consulting his schedule, told him, "Flying Lessons first."
James spit out his orange juice, sending it everywhere. "**What???!!**" he exclaimed.
"Erm.. Flying Lessons." Sirius said again.
"YES!!!" James said. At the confused expressions, he explained with a grin, "I love flying!"
"Me, too, but you're ecstatic." Sirius said, trying not to laugh. "Let's go then."
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At the Quidditch pitch, Madame Hooch was explaining the basics of flying. "To rise into the air, simply kick up with your feet - hard," she told them. "Rise a few feet and come back down quickly by leaning forward slightly, if you please." James and Sirius did it perfectly the first time, Remus did it pretty well, but a little wobbly, and Peter couldn't get off the ground. Repressing a laugh, James and Sirius got off their brooms to try and help Peter. After about five tries, Peter finally was able to get off the ground and come back down without any major mishaps.
"Right, then, once you're comfortable with that exercise, you may try to hover around until the end of the class period. However, those who are not quite ready for that, meet me over in the left section of the pitch for extra help. Your homework is to tell me if you have ever flown before, how long if you have, and whether you've ever played Quidditch before. Due to the lack of Quidditch players, Dumbledore has allowed first years to try out, but only if they have done it before. The open positions are: Beaters, a Seeker, and one Chaser. You may go and practice now. Wait for the bell for dismissal though."
Remus groaned. "What's wrong?" Sirius asked. **He's still looking really tired** he thought.
"I just remembered about that homework I have to do is all," Remus replied.
"Oh, that. I'll help you remember?" Seeing his half-hearted smile, Sirius said, "Well, let's forget about it for now and get on to flying!" And he was off.
At that moment, James came over, clearly over-ecstatic. "This is **great**!!!!" He said. "Are you going to try out for Quidditch? I asked, tryouts are in a couple of weeks."
"Yeah, I think I will. Probably Seeker or a Beater. You?"
"Definitely a Chaser. Wanna race?"
"You're on." And they were off until the bell signaled that it was time for the next class.
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Okay. That was a MEGA-short chapter, I know, but I wanted to get it out today so I could say Merry Christmas to everyone who reads this. lol. MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!! ((R+R plz, as always. Laterz!))
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"Sirius!!! Get up **now**!!!"
Sorely reminded of home, Sirius slowly opened his eyes. "How can you sleep in so long, dude? You were the first up yesterday!" James asked.
Still sleepy, Sirius replied, "You know you use the word 'dude' too much?"
"Yeah, that's the way I am. Mwahahahaha! Up!" He explained with a grin.
"Alright, I'm up!"
"Good, you can help us with Peter. Yesterday's method didn't work."
"What?" Sirius asked, then looked over at a very wet Peter, still fast asleep. "Good grief. Let me see." He got out of his bed and grabbed his wand, sleepily muttering a spell, then looking very self-satisfied when Peter opened his eyes. **I knew that would come in handy someday** he thought to himself.
^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^
Down at breakfast, the Slytherin table was still glaring over in the direction of the Gryffindors. "Do you think they **know** it was us?" Peter asked nervously.
"Nah. They can't have found out. There's no evidence anyway. What do we have today?" Remus responded.
Sirius, consulting his schedule, told him, "Flying Lessons first."
James spit out his orange juice, sending it everywhere. "**What???!!**" he exclaimed.
"Erm.. Flying Lessons." Sirius said again.
"YES!!!" James said. At the confused expressions, he explained with a grin, "I love flying!"
"Me, too, but you're ecstatic." Sirius said, trying not to laugh. "Let's go then."
^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^
At the Quidditch pitch, Madame Hooch was explaining the basics of flying. "To rise into the air, simply kick up with your feet - hard," she told them. "Rise a few feet and come back down quickly by leaning forward slightly, if you please." James and Sirius did it perfectly the first time, Remus did it pretty well, but a little wobbly, and Peter couldn't get off the ground. Repressing a laugh, James and Sirius got off their brooms to try and help Peter. After about five tries, Peter finally was able to get off the ground and come back down without any major mishaps.
"Right, then, once you're comfortable with that exercise, you may try to hover around until the end of the class period. However, those who are not quite ready for that, meet me over in the left section of the pitch for extra help. Your homework is to tell me if you have ever flown before, how long if you have, and whether you've ever played Quidditch before. Due to the lack of Quidditch players, Dumbledore has allowed first years to try out, but only if they have done it before. The open positions are: Beaters, a Seeker, and one Chaser. You may go and practice now. Wait for the bell for dismissal though."
Remus groaned. "What's wrong?" Sirius asked. **He's still looking really tired** he thought.
"I just remembered about that homework I have to do is all," Remus replied.
"Oh, that. I'll help you remember?" Seeing his half-hearted smile, Sirius said, "Well, let's forget about it for now and get on to flying!" And he was off.
At that moment, James came over, clearly over-ecstatic. "This is **great**!!!!" He said. "Are you going to try out for Quidditch? I asked, tryouts are in a couple of weeks."
"Yeah, I think I will. Probably Seeker or a Beater. You?"
"Definitely a Chaser. Wanna race?"
"You're on." And they were off until the bell signaled that it was time for the next class.
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Okay. That was a MEGA-short chapter, I know, but I wanted to get it out today so I could say Merry Christmas to everyone who reads this. lol. MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!! ((R+R plz, as always. Laterz!))