December 31st 1977.
10:30 am.
Sirius decided to wake me up again today. I think it's a symptom of missing Becca. He always manages to do it when I'm having pleasant, James filled dreams. Then I feel something jump on my bed, open my eyes to find Sirius almost nose to nose with me, an evil smirk on his face, and nearly crap myself.
I screamed and jumped up in the air, in the process bashing my forehead into his. Then I started to yell, while he sat there and cackled to himself.
'Sirius Black! What on earth are you doing? Stop doing that! Stop laughing! What is wrong with the boys at this school? Aren't you aware of the fact that this is a girls dormitory? For girls! Have you no concept of the idea of privacy? Or of how inappropriate it is for you to be in here?'
'You don't mind it when James comes in.' He grinned at me. He knew that he was right, and he knows I hate it when he's right.
Because James does come in here all the time, and I don't mind it at all when he wakes me up and drags me out of bed in the middle of the night for whatever reason. For help studying, or because they need an extra person for one of their pranks, or because everyone else is asleep and he wants someone to talk to. He's been doing it since second year, when he desperatly needed help cramming for the potions exam the next day, and everyone else was asleep. Sirius and Peter are practically unwakable, and James know better than to try to wake up Remus, whos calm demeanor evaporates when someone disturbs his slumber. So he comes to me instead.
I said, 'That's different!', because I had to defend myself somehow.
Sirius raised an eyebrow at me. 'How?'
'Because it is perfectly acceptable to wake someone up in the middle of the night, but just cruel to do it first thing in the morning.' Ha!
'It is Ten am, Lily. Hardly first thing in the morning. And I have a good reason.'
'Which is…?'
'Although you've spent the last three days doing nothing but reading and talking to James, I'm sure even you have noticed that tonight is New Years Eve. As those of us who reguarly stay here for christmas know, Dumbledore has a little party with some rather spectactular fireworks. And then we all have to be in bed by twelve-thirty, which in my opinion is a crime against teenagers everywhere. Obviously the only option is to rebel. So I have taken the liberty of planning something else for afterwards. Just an intimate little gathering of my closest companions in friendly surroundings for the purpose of enjoying the christmas present my brother sent me.'
'So you, James, Peter, and me in the boys dorm with the bottles of Ogdens from Rigel?'
'Exactly!'
'Sounds like fun…'
'You don't have to come!'
'You woke me up to tell me about a party I don't have to go to?'
'You seemed rather reluctant about waking up, to tell the truth. Maybe your dream was too nice? What were you smiling about? Or should I ask who?'
At which point I smacked him on the side of the head with my pillow, and he had to run out of my reach to the door so I couldn't smack him again.
'Are you coming or not?' He asked from the doorway, seeming pretty pleased with himself.
I had to think for a second. We all know that students caught drinking on Hogwarts grounds are lucky if they get just get suspended. But we also all know that you can get away with practically anything at Hogwarts as long as you can do it quietly in your dorm. And when was the last time I did something fun? The last time I did something un-head-girl-ish?
'Alright. I'll come…'
'Great!' Sirius yelled, and then tore off, presumably to tell the others.
Oh, dear god. What on earth have I gotten myself into?
Authors notes.
Hmmm. I'm not entirely sure why I decided to write a drinking party into this story, because I didn't see it as part of the plot line when the idea popped into my head but I thought it might make a short, interesting diversion.
Thanks to reviewers, especially Shining Star for views on math that are just like mine.
Tell me what you think!
Uno.
10:30 am.
Sirius decided to wake me up again today. I think it's a symptom of missing Becca. He always manages to do it when I'm having pleasant, James filled dreams. Then I feel something jump on my bed, open my eyes to find Sirius almost nose to nose with me, an evil smirk on his face, and nearly crap myself.
I screamed and jumped up in the air, in the process bashing my forehead into his. Then I started to yell, while he sat there and cackled to himself.
'Sirius Black! What on earth are you doing? Stop doing that! Stop laughing! What is wrong with the boys at this school? Aren't you aware of the fact that this is a girls dormitory? For girls! Have you no concept of the idea of privacy? Or of how inappropriate it is for you to be in here?'
'You don't mind it when James comes in.' He grinned at me. He knew that he was right, and he knows I hate it when he's right.
Because James does come in here all the time, and I don't mind it at all when he wakes me up and drags me out of bed in the middle of the night for whatever reason. For help studying, or because they need an extra person for one of their pranks, or because everyone else is asleep and he wants someone to talk to. He's been doing it since second year, when he desperatly needed help cramming for the potions exam the next day, and everyone else was asleep. Sirius and Peter are practically unwakable, and James know better than to try to wake up Remus, whos calm demeanor evaporates when someone disturbs his slumber. So he comes to me instead.
I said, 'That's different!', because I had to defend myself somehow.
Sirius raised an eyebrow at me. 'How?'
'Because it is perfectly acceptable to wake someone up in the middle of the night, but just cruel to do it first thing in the morning.' Ha!
'It is Ten am, Lily. Hardly first thing in the morning. And I have a good reason.'
'Which is…?'
'Although you've spent the last three days doing nothing but reading and talking to James, I'm sure even you have noticed that tonight is New Years Eve. As those of us who reguarly stay here for christmas know, Dumbledore has a little party with some rather spectactular fireworks. And then we all have to be in bed by twelve-thirty, which in my opinion is a crime against teenagers everywhere. Obviously the only option is to rebel. So I have taken the liberty of planning something else for afterwards. Just an intimate little gathering of my closest companions in friendly surroundings for the purpose of enjoying the christmas present my brother sent me.'
'So you, James, Peter, and me in the boys dorm with the bottles of Ogdens from Rigel?'
'Exactly!'
'Sounds like fun…'
'You don't have to come!'
'You woke me up to tell me about a party I don't have to go to?'
'You seemed rather reluctant about waking up, to tell the truth. Maybe your dream was too nice? What were you smiling about? Or should I ask who?'
At which point I smacked him on the side of the head with my pillow, and he had to run out of my reach to the door so I couldn't smack him again.
'Are you coming or not?' He asked from the doorway, seeming pretty pleased with himself.
I had to think for a second. We all know that students caught drinking on Hogwarts grounds are lucky if they get just get suspended. But we also all know that you can get away with practically anything at Hogwarts as long as you can do it quietly in your dorm. And when was the last time I did something fun? The last time I did something un-head-girl-ish?
'Alright. I'll come…'
'Great!' Sirius yelled, and then tore off, presumably to tell the others.
Oh, dear god. What on earth have I gotten myself into?
Authors notes.
Hmmm. I'm not entirely sure why I decided to write a drinking party into this story, because I didn't see it as part of the plot line when the idea popped into my head but I thought it might make a short, interesting diversion.
Thanks to reviewers, especially Shining Star for views on math that are just like mine.
Tell me what you think!
Uno.