Anya, Sirius and Remus trooped up the see Portia. Harry, Ron, Hermione Dean
and Muffin stayed, while Seamus and Honey left for some 'quiet time'. As
the remaining students watched their teachers leave, Muffin commented,
"Gosh, Black and Williamson are bloody chummy aren't they? The others look on and say that Anya had picket up Sirius' arm, and had started to gently dab at the grazed blood with a hanky. After doing that, she gently kissed his cut before lowering his arm and putting her arm round his shoulders. Sirius looked entirely comfortable with this, and even Remus watched on surreptitiously in interest. It never ceased to amaze him that Sirius and Anya could go from fighting like cats and dogs to being all buddy-buddy like they were now. Of course, they were both born flirts, so they probably made it a lot easier. Even when they were younger, those two flirted to get what they wanted, sometimes with people they didn't even like. Remus remembered that Anya had one day been forced to charm Snape so she could borrow his Potions homework, and thus help the Marauders out. But as she put it ' you gotta do what you gotta do!'
When they reached the Hospital wing, Remus peeked around the door to make sure Madame Pomfrey wasn't in there. He noticed Portia standing in the corner, flicking her wand at the bedpans. She hummed while she worked, and her song was quite sweet. Remus crept up behind her. She didn't notice, so holding a finger to his mouth, making sure Anya and Sirius would stay quiet, he lurked up on Portia.
"Bedpans huh?!" he said loudly. Startled, Portia whipped around, sending a bedpan (clean) flying straight into Sirius' head.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry," she said to a cranky Sirius.
"What is it with women trying to kill me today?" he muttered.
"I'm so so so sorry Sirius," Portia said again, holding back giggles.
"I'll live," Sirius joked. Portia smiled.
"What is it you're all up here for anyway?"
"We had a little accident at the Quidditch pitch," Anya explained, Sirius held out his arms.
"I see," Portia said, scurrying around trying to find bottles.
"And Anya's cut her lip," Sirius explained. Portia nodded. She sat both casualties down on a bed. "Stick out you bottom lip," she gently commanded Anya. Anya obeyed, and Portia carefully dabbed yellow iodine on the cut. It stung like hell, and Anya's eye's watered up.
"You look like a little girl about to cry!" Sirius joked, referring to her pity mouth and moist eyes. Anya looked like she wanted to stick her tongue out, but she couldn't until the iodine dried. She settled instead for the look of horror that crossed Sirius' face when Portia advanced on him with the same iodine solution.
"No, I hate that stuff. It hurts," he whinged, crossing his arms. Portia gave him a stern look, and he meekly held out his arms. She wiped off his grazes then applied iodine.
"Ow," he yelled, following up with a string of swearing.
"Ith my wip dwy yet?" Anya asked. Remus and Portia looked puzzled.
"She wants to know if her lip's dry yet," Sirius explained, examining his arms.
"Oh yes, it is!" Portia said, relieved someone could understand Anya.
Anya and Sirius both stayed for awhile, bemoaning their injuries. Portia knew what to do though, and produced two lollypops with Drubal's Best Blowing Gum in the centre. Sirius and Anya each took one and eagerly started sucking on it.
"I give them to the first-years!" Portia whispered to an amused Remus. Anya and Sirius were oblivious to the comment, and continued to happily suck on their lollypops, while playing a game of Exploding Snap.
"Ok you two, I think it's time to leave now. Dinner's being served!" Remus reminded them. The two injured souls jumped up.
"Race you to dinner!" Anya yelled, already running out the door.
"Oi! No Fair!" Sirius cried, running behind her a top speed. Portia turned bewildered to Remus, who just shook his head calmly in return.
"Gosh, Black and Williamson are bloody chummy aren't they? The others look on and say that Anya had picket up Sirius' arm, and had started to gently dab at the grazed blood with a hanky. After doing that, she gently kissed his cut before lowering his arm and putting her arm round his shoulders. Sirius looked entirely comfortable with this, and even Remus watched on surreptitiously in interest. It never ceased to amaze him that Sirius and Anya could go from fighting like cats and dogs to being all buddy-buddy like they were now. Of course, they were both born flirts, so they probably made it a lot easier. Even when they were younger, those two flirted to get what they wanted, sometimes with people they didn't even like. Remus remembered that Anya had one day been forced to charm Snape so she could borrow his Potions homework, and thus help the Marauders out. But as she put it ' you gotta do what you gotta do!'
When they reached the Hospital wing, Remus peeked around the door to make sure Madame Pomfrey wasn't in there. He noticed Portia standing in the corner, flicking her wand at the bedpans. She hummed while she worked, and her song was quite sweet. Remus crept up behind her. She didn't notice, so holding a finger to his mouth, making sure Anya and Sirius would stay quiet, he lurked up on Portia.
"Bedpans huh?!" he said loudly. Startled, Portia whipped around, sending a bedpan (clean) flying straight into Sirius' head.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry," she said to a cranky Sirius.
"What is it with women trying to kill me today?" he muttered.
"I'm so so so sorry Sirius," Portia said again, holding back giggles.
"I'll live," Sirius joked. Portia smiled.
"What is it you're all up here for anyway?"
"We had a little accident at the Quidditch pitch," Anya explained, Sirius held out his arms.
"I see," Portia said, scurrying around trying to find bottles.
"And Anya's cut her lip," Sirius explained. Portia nodded. She sat both casualties down on a bed. "Stick out you bottom lip," she gently commanded Anya. Anya obeyed, and Portia carefully dabbed yellow iodine on the cut. It stung like hell, and Anya's eye's watered up.
"You look like a little girl about to cry!" Sirius joked, referring to her pity mouth and moist eyes. Anya looked like she wanted to stick her tongue out, but she couldn't until the iodine dried. She settled instead for the look of horror that crossed Sirius' face when Portia advanced on him with the same iodine solution.
"No, I hate that stuff. It hurts," he whinged, crossing his arms. Portia gave him a stern look, and he meekly held out his arms. She wiped off his grazes then applied iodine.
"Ow," he yelled, following up with a string of swearing.
"Ith my wip dwy yet?" Anya asked. Remus and Portia looked puzzled.
"She wants to know if her lip's dry yet," Sirius explained, examining his arms.
"Oh yes, it is!" Portia said, relieved someone could understand Anya.
Anya and Sirius both stayed for awhile, bemoaning their injuries. Portia knew what to do though, and produced two lollypops with Drubal's Best Blowing Gum in the centre. Sirius and Anya each took one and eagerly started sucking on it.
"I give them to the first-years!" Portia whispered to an amused Remus. Anya and Sirius were oblivious to the comment, and continued to happily suck on their lollypops, while playing a game of Exploding Snap.
"Ok you two, I think it's time to leave now. Dinner's being served!" Remus reminded them. The two injured souls jumped up.
"Race you to dinner!" Anya yelled, already running out the door.
"Oi! No Fair!" Sirius cried, running behind her a top speed. Portia turned bewildered to Remus, who just shook his head calmly in return.