Past the Mission
Ch. 4: "Raspberry Swirl"
Legal Stuff Here.
Notes: yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ... YOU THOUGHT I'D LEAVE YOU THERE, EH?! *no one speaks* DON'T LIE TO ME!!!!!
YOU KNEW YOU WANTED MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hello! I just found out that you can go on high from Chex Mix ... go figure ...
"Things are desperate,
when all the boys can't be men,
everybody knows I'm her friend,
everybody knows I'm her man ..."
~
Tori Amos, "Raspberry Swirl"
So in the end, we went back to our 'area of watchingness,' as Chanelle put it. To find that another group of Aurors were there.
After I looked at my group with a 'what the fuck?!' look, I looked at them to find someone I knew. And I found Marcella.
"Markie!" I yelled to her.
After a pause, she shouted back: "Sirius!"
"What the hell are you doing here?!" I asked.
"We were sent here!"
"But we were first!" I whined, and pouted.
"Too bad! And stop calling me that!" she shouted back.
I gave her a grin, and said "Bye Markie!"
See, she used to be called Marcella, then Marci, then Marcia, then Markie. Amazing difference from 3 years, eh?
The earning of her current name is a loooong story. It starts out that Remus and Magdalena came to our godforesaken school.
And I hated them. I mean, what the hell?! I was intending to make friends anyways. Eh, so, first time Magda tried to talk to me, I was too
self absorbed in myself that I told her to fuck off. And she did. And since then we hated each other. In our 4th year, James and I were calmly
at Hogsmeade, at Three Broomsticks, ordering some drinks. By this time I was annoyed by everyone, because some rumor started that I liked
Magda (hell no.). So she came up to order drinks for her and Marcella, and I slammed her into the counter. Very hard. She looked at me, a tear
went down her cheek, mixed with a stream of blood coming from her mouth. She ran out, and me and Marcella started fighting. Just when she
was about ti slap me (again), she hit he hand on a table, which made a permanent mark. So now she's Markie to everyone except Mag.
Now you're all wondering "and then how the flying fuck did you two go out?!" Simple. e were around each other too much. We were in the
same psychiatric group. We were both church volunteers. in the end we just became friends.
Ah well. Fuck memories.
I looked around more. I saw some girl in the other group, mixing vials of liquids. Probably some assassin girl. She'll have to learn sooner
or later that knives work better than poisons.
Remus saw me and said, "So, the slut's found a new girl, eh?"
"Oh, shut up," I said irritably.
But he wouldn't. "I wonder how old she is," he hissed. "You wouldn't care, though, would you? I wonder if she's a--"
"God! Shut up! I swear I'll kill you one day!" I shouted.
"Sorry ... I was just joking ... you're just a lost case." He left it at that and walked away.
Chanelle tugged me away from my thoughts, asking me what I wanted to eat.
"Umm ... Heck, I don't know."
"OK! He wants a sandwich!!" she declared.
"I do? Dear God, you people know more stuff than me..." I said.
"So who's getting our food?' asked Remus.
"Not me," I said.
"Not *I,* said the Me," said Chanelle.
"You're such a baby, Chani!"
"No, really?!"
"How about the thief get it?" asked Rhemyra.
"I'm NOT getting the food!" said Magdalena
"Yes, you are!' i concluded.
"Am not!"
"Dammit Mag, just make everything easier and get the damn food!"
"NO!"
"Please?" i gave her my famous puppy eyes that got people to usually do almost anything.
"Um, how about: NO!" she said, in a final sort of way.
"Oh! Whatever! I'll get the food!" said Remus. And he left.
"Thank you!" I shouted after him.
So I decided to talk to Markie.
"Hi," I said to her.
"Hi."
"So, what's been happening the last ... oh, 16 years, Markie?"
"GOD! STOP calling me that?" she said.
"And why would I, m'dear?" I asked, in a mock-polite tone.
"Because I'll get Zerlinda to poison you," she said, way too seriously for my liking.
"Oh, that's the lass that stays by herself and mixes her poisons, mm?" I said, eying her again.
"Yep! Only 16, pretty good also ..."
"Mmhmm."
I saw Remus come back with food. "OK, see you later, have a nice next 16 years, um ... BYE!" I said over my shoulder, running back to the
group.
While we were eating, Chanelle chimed in. "Fuck."
"Oh my God! My sister cursed!" i said, since this was practically half a miracle.
"Shut up!"
"No!"
"Well, anyways, I've just noticed that this is getting boring ..."
"It wasn't boring when we were undercovers ..." i said to her.
"What?"
I rolled my eyes, as if she most obviously should've known what I meant.
"In the days when either our parents died, hated us, or told us to move out, we got our first jobs as Aurors," i started in a highly sarcastic
tone, the hate of it dripping out of my mouth. "At this time, we had absolutely no money, so we lived on the streets, wearing khaki-camoflauge
clothing, and the sort. They decided since we looked like a bunch of pitiful teenagers, stealing Bob Dylan and Joan Baez tapes from HMV
stores, they made us undercovers! It was a helluva lot of fun. We slept in the streets, begged for food, stole things, and while doing this,
we had to arrest people and crap, but hell we got paid for little labor! Woo!" I finished, with Chanelle staring at me.
"You're joking!"
"Nope," I said.
"Damn you were lucky!"
"Not really," I said. "not whne you think about why I was on the streets ..." i said, trailing off. Yep. My mother died. Never had a father.
Well actually I did, but I hated him anyways. I was ... alone there.
She stayed silent. For once.
Maybe I am a lost case.
Just maybe.
No.
I know.
I am a lost case.
Ch. 4: "Raspberry Swirl"
Legal Stuff Here.
Notes: yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ... YOU THOUGHT I'D LEAVE YOU THERE, EH?! *no one speaks* DON'T LIE TO ME!!!!!
YOU KNEW YOU WANTED MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hello! I just found out that you can go on high from Chex Mix ... go figure ...
"Things are desperate,
when all the boys can't be men,
everybody knows I'm her friend,
everybody knows I'm her man ..."
~
Tori Amos, "Raspberry Swirl"
So in the end, we went back to our 'area of watchingness,' as Chanelle put it. To find that another group of Aurors were there.
After I looked at my group with a 'what the fuck?!' look, I looked at them to find someone I knew. And I found Marcella.
"Markie!" I yelled to her.
After a pause, she shouted back: "Sirius!"
"What the hell are you doing here?!" I asked.
"We were sent here!"
"But we were first!" I whined, and pouted.
"Too bad! And stop calling me that!" she shouted back.
I gave her a grin, and said "Bye Markie!"
See, she used to be called Marcella, then Marci, then Marcia, then Markie. Amazing difference from 3 years, eh?
The earning of her current name is a loooong story. It starts out that Remus and Magdalena came to our godforesaken school.
And I hated them. I mean, what the hell?! I was intending to make friends anyways. Eh, so, first time Magda tried to talk to me, I was too
self absorbed in myself that I told her to fuck off. And she did. And since then we hated each other. In our 4th year, James and I were calmly
at Hogsmeade, at Three Broomsticks, ordering some drinks. By this time I was annoyed by everyone, because some rumor started that I liked
Magda (hell no.). So she came up to order drinks for her and Marcella, and I slammed her into the counter. Very hard. She looked at me, a tear
went down her cheek, mixed with a stream of blood coming from her mouth. She ran out, and me and Marcella started fighting. Just when she
was about ti slap me (again), she hit he hand on a table, which made a permanent mark. So now she's Markie to everyone except Mag.
Now you're all wondering "and then how the flying fuck did you two go out?!" Simple. e were around each other too much. We were in the
same psychiatric group. We were both church volunteers. in the end we just became friends.
Ah well. Fuck memories.
I looked around more. I saw some girl in the other group, mixing vials of liquids. Probably some assassin girl. She'll have to learn sooner
or later that knives work better than poisons.
Remus saw me and said, "So, the slut's found a new girl, eh?"
"Oh, shut up," I said irritably.
But he wouldn't. "I wonder how old she is," he hissed. "You wouldn't care, though, would you? I wonder if she's a--"
"God! Shut up! I swear I'll kill you one day!" I shouted.
"Sorry ... I was just joking ... you're just a lost case." He left it at that and walked away.
Chanelle tugged me away from my thoughts, asking me what I wanted to eat.
"Umm ... Heck, I don't know."
"OK! He wants a sandwich!!" she declared.
"I do? Dear God, you people know more stuff than me..." I said.
"So who's getting our food?' asked Remus.
"Not me," I said.
"Not *I,* said the Me," said Chanelle.
"You're such a baby, Chani!"
"No, really?!"
"How about the thief get it?" asked Rhemyra.
"I'm NOT getting the food!" said Magdalena
"Yes, you are!' i concluded.
"Am not!"
"Dammit Mag, just make everything easier and get the damn food!"
"NO!"
"Please?" i gave her my famous puppy eyes that got people to usually do almost anything.
"Um, how about: NO!" she said, in a final sort of way.
"Oh! Whatever! I'll get the food!" said Remus. And he left.
"Thank you!" I shouted after him.
So I decided to talk to Markie.
"Hi," I said to her.
"Hi."
"So, what's been happening the last ... oh, 16 years, Markie?"
"GOD! STOP calling me that?" she said.
"And why would I, m'dear?" I asked, in a mock-polite tone.
"Because I'll get Zerlinda to poison you," she said, way too seriously for my liking.
"Oh, that's the lass that stays by herself and mixes her poisons, mm?" I said, eying her again.
"Yep! Only 16, pretty good also ..."
"Mmhmm."
I saw Remus come back with food. "OK, see you later, have a nice next 16 years, um ... BYE!" I said over my shoulder, running back to the
group.
While we were eating, Chanelle chimed in. "Fuck."
"Oh my God! My sister cursed!" i said, since this was practically half a miracle.
"Shut up!"
"No!"
"Well, anyways, I've just noticed that this is getting boring ..."
"It wasn't boring when we were undercovers ..." i said to her.
"What?"
I rolled my eyes, as if she most obviously should've known what I meant.
"In the days when either our parents died, hated us, or told us to move out, we got our first jobs as Aurors," i started in a highly sarcastic
tone, the hate of it dripping out of my mouth. "At this time, we had absolutely no money, so we lived on the streets, wearing khaki-camoflauge
clothing, and the sort. They decided since we looked like a bunch of pitiful teenagers, stealing Bob Dylan and Joan Baez tapes from HMV
stores, they made us undercovers! It was a helluva lot of fun. We slept in the streets, begged for food, stole things, and while doing this,
we had to arrest people and crap, but hell we got paid for little labor! Woo!" I finished, with Chanelle staring at me.
"You're joking!"
"Nope," I said.
"Damn you were lucky!"
"Not really," I said. "not whne you think about why I was on the streets ..." i said, trailing off. Yep. My mother died. Never had a father.
Well actually I did, but I hated him anyways. I was ... alone there.
She stayed silent. For once.
Maybe I am a lost case.
Just maybe.
No.
I know.
I am a lost case.