A/N: I'm sorry to sound complaining, but I'm feeling neglected right now. Ok, my sister went off to the university, and I get her room, but I have only gotten ONE review out of the last two chapters that I have put up. ONE review. And I'm very sad about this. I must sound like a complaining beast, in fact, I know I sound like a complaining beast, and I'm sorry about that. And I'm not going to go into all that rot about "I won't finish this story unless I get ten reviews," because I find that completely stupid. So I'm just going to ask politely, please review. It would make this author very happy. (I need extra reviews because school is starting in two days and it's going to take more reviews than normal to make me happy. School! AHHHH!)
"Kickapoo-a shape shifting animal, which feeds from a person's soul, with the affects similar to that of a dementor's kiss. The kickapoo can change shape at will, by simply growing the new shape it wants to be; then shedding the old one, much like a snake. An animal much used in the dark arts, the kickapoo can read minds, and then change it's self into a shape that would be the shape that the victim would either freeze at the sight of, or pick up and try to cuddle. Being in close proximity with the victim or having them motionless, the kickapoo can easily strike. The most fascinating and dangerous aspect of the kickapoo is that it can change from a harmless niffler to a dangerous dark lord with all powers intact in less than five seconds. The Kickapoo is largely sought after by practitioners of the dark arts, because of their ability to change in to monstrous killing machines, and the kickapoos readily work for practitioners of the dark arts because of the large supply of victims. The symbol of a kickapoo working for the dark arts is a black flag, The kickapoos use it to contact other kickapoos that there is blood about to be shed, and to help come and feast on it. The red flag is a symbol of a kickapoo killing, and that there will soon be more. The kickapoo was commonly found in France, but they travel to wherever there are the most victims. Kickapoos are now thought to be extinct, because there hasn't been a sighting of one in over a century. "
"Well, that sounds a bit difficult, doesn't it?" Asked James lightly, as Sirius shut the book.
"A bit difficult? That James Potter is the understatement of the century. THAT's what we're up against? A kickapoo? Great..." said Lily, her face bright red.
"Aw, come on Lils, it can't be as bad as all that," said Sirius, tossing the book on the floor. The floor, covered in bits of garbage, clothing, pieces of filibuster fireworks, and various other things that were strew across the room. Lily, noting this, remarked,
"Do you ever clean your dormitory, or do enjoy living in filth?"
"Oh, we clean it...er...James, would you like to take this one?" Asked Sirius.
"Of course, my dear Sirius," said James, trying to bow while he was sitting on the bed, and ending up falling off of it. "My dearest Lily," he proceeded from the floor, "We clean this room when we get to Hogwarts, and when we leave Hogwarts."
"I thought so," sighed Lily, and went to go pick up the book again. "There's nothing in here about how to destroy them."
"Then we better go to Dumbledore," squeaked Peter, who was sprawled across his bed. He sat up. "We don't know what we're up against. We need to go to Dumbledore."
"Peter, that was your second useless comment tonight," snapped Sirius, "Your first one was about going to the kitchens."
"Actually, I'm inclined to side with Peter," said Remus, who was sitting on top of a dresser. His feet dangled, and Sirius reached up to pull his shoe off, so Remus tucked his feet under him, Indian style. "We do know what we're up against, and it's not pretty. I say, go to Dumbledore."
"NO!" said Sirius and Lily together. "He won't believe us," said Lily, "no one has seen a kickapoo in a century! Everyone thinks that they're extinct."
"Besides, where's your sense of adventure, Moony?" asked Sirius, making another grab for Remus's shoe.
"My sense of adventure is used up quite nicely every month," said Remus, pulling his foot out of reach again. "And I hate it when you do that. Stop it, you just do that to annoy me."
"Well, is there any other good reason?" Sirius asked sensibly, finally yanking Remus's shoe off.
"He can't stand having one shoe off and one shoe on," James told Lily, "So he either has to chase Sirius around the room for his shoe, or take his other shoe off." Here, Remus sighed, pulled off his shoe, jumped down from the dresser, and promptly put Sirius in a head lock, until he relinquished the shoe. He then climbed back on to the dresser and put on both his shoes.
"You're no fun," said Sirius, pouting.
"No, you're just to lazy to get up," said Remus, tying his sneaker.
"Whatever. Ok, so are we agreed that we will NOT go to Dumbledore?" A chorus of "Yes" and "No" filled the room.
"I'm glad it's unanimous," said Sirius, grinning.
A/N: Ok, that's done, I'm sorry it's really short...
Disclaimer: All proceeds go to Sirius, who is trying to find fiddles to go with his wedding.
"Kickapoo-a shape shifting animal, which feeds from a person's soul, with the affects similar to that of a dementor's kiss. The kickapoo can change shape at will, by simply growing the new shape it wants to be; then shedding the old one, much like a snake. An animal much used in the dark arts, the kickapoo can read minds, and then change it's self into a shape that would be the shape that the victim would either freeze at the sight of, or pick up and try to cuddle. Being in close proximity with the victim or having them motionless, the kickapoo can easily strike. The most fascinating and dangerous aspect of the kickapoo is that it can change from a harmless niffler to a dangerous dark lord with all powers intact in less than five seconds. The Kickapoo is largely sought after by practitioners of the dark arts, because of their ability to change in to monstrous killing machines, and the kickapoos readily work for practitioners of the dark arts because of the large supply of victims. The symbol of a kickapoo working for the dark arts is a black flag, The kickapoos use it to contact other kickapoos that there is blood about to be shed, and to help come and feast on it. The red flag is a symbol of a kickapoo killing, and that there will soon be more. The kickapoo was commonly found in France, but they travel to wherever there are the most victims. Kickapoos are now thought to be extinct, because there hasn't been a sighting of one in over a century. "
"Well, that sounds a bit difficult, doesn't it?" Asked James lightly, as Sirius shut the book.
"A bit difficult? That James Potter is the understatement of the century. THAT's what we're up against? A kickapoo? Great..." said Lily, her face bright red.
"Aw, come on Lils, it can't be as bad as all that," said Sirius, tossing the book on the floor. The floor, covered in bits of garbage, clothing, pieces of filibuster fireworks, and various other things that were strew across the room. Lily, noting this, remarked,
"Do you ever clean your dormitory, or do enjoy living in filth?"
"Oh, we clean it...er...James, would you like to take this one?" Asked Sirius.
"Of course, my dear Sirius," said James, trying to bow while he was sitting on the bed, and ending up falling off of it. "My dearest Lily," he proceeded from the floor, "We clean this room when we get to Hogwarts, and when we leave Hogwarts."
"I thought so," sighed Lily, and went to go pick up the book again. "There's nothing in here about how to destroy them."
"Then we better go to Dumbledore," squeaked Peter, who was sprawled across his bed. He sat up. "We don't know what we're up against. We need to go to Dumbledore."
"Peter, that was your second useless comment tonight," snapped Sirius, "Your first one was about going to the kitchens."
"Actually, I'm inclined to side with Peter," said Remus, who was sitting on top of a dresser. His feet dangled, and Sirius reached up to pull his shoe off, so Remus tucked his feet under him, Indian style. "We do know what we're up against, and it's not pretty. I say, go to Dumbledore."
"NO!" said Sirius and Lily together. "He won't believe us," said Lily, "no one has seen a kickapoo in a century! Everyone thinks that they're extinct."
"Besides, where's your sense of adventure, Moony?" asked Sirius, making another grab for Remus's shoe.
"My sense of adventure is used up quite nicely every month," said Remus, pulling his foot out of reach again. "And I hate it when you do that. Stop it, you just do that to annoy me."
"Well, is there any other good reason?" Sirius asked sensibly, finally yanking Remus's shoe off.
"He can't stand having one shoe off and one shoe on," James told Lily, "So he either has to chase Sirius around the room for his shoe, or take his other shoe off." Here, Remus sighed, pulled off his shoe, jumped down from the dresser, and promptly put Sirius in a head lock, until he relinquished the shoe. He then climbed back on to the dresser and put on both his shoes.
"You're no fun," said Sirius, pouting.
"No, you're just to lazy to get up," said Remus, tying his sneaker.
"Whatever. Ok, so are we agreed that we will NOT go to Dumbledore?" A chorus of "Yes" and "No" filled the room.
"I'm glad it's unanimous," said Sirius, grinning.
A/N: Ok, that's done, I'm sorry it's really short...
Disclaimer: All proceeds go to Sirius, who is trying to find fiddles to go with his wedding.
