A/n: Hi everyone, I'd just like to make a shout out.
Y. Kuang! I feel HONORED that you like my fic! I absolutely love your work, and you're on my 'favorites' list! Thanks so much!
Anyway, I don't get many reviews!!!! *sob* but, I love all you guys that HAVE reviewed! Also, just a note. It might seem like my writing is humor- ish. . .but I dunno, just write like that. It might get a bit angsty and fluffy later on. . . but for now, it will be slightly humor-ish, yes. I do have a strange sense of humor, don't I? I absolutely LOVE setting my characters on fire, making them sarcastic and bratty, or just. . . strange. LoL
Summary: Stereotyping. Something that is in every world, including the Magical one. So when two complete opposites have to work together, it was the worst thing either one of them could have imagined. They had reputations to uphold and things to keep secret; they, 'Stood on Opposite sides of the River'.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, names, and basic environment; only the plot and my ideas.
Ch. 5
Peter stared dreamily at Cornelia Venora, practically drooling. Cori had been his long time crush since third year when she had spilled armadillo bile on his robes. . . on purpose. Her raven-black hair, shimmering brown eyes, and perfect nose, Peter loved everything about the short-tempered teen. The only problem was that she didn't think two cents of him.
The short boy scowled in displeasure as Matt Karnecat walked up and started teasing the object of his affection. Peter knew that the handsome boy also liked Cori, and hated him for it. 'She probably likes him back, too.' Peter thought as he watched Cori retort an insult, but with a small smile playing on her lips. He wished he could hex Matt to oblivion, magically become as handsome as James, Sirius, or Remus, and grow a foot or so.
But that was impossible.
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"So. . . Contumacious Cornelia, what's new?" asked Matt, calling Cori by the much hated nickname he'd given her in first year, as he sauntered over to the Gryffindor table.
"Ah, not much. Got up, dressed, walked into to the Great Hall, noticed an insufferable prat, made plans to punch him if he doesn't shut up soon." Cori replied coolly, but a glimmer of mischief in her eyes.
The brown-haired boy grinned at her. "I wonder who THAT could be." he faked innocence as he looked around the large dining hall. "I feel sorry for the insufferable prat, heavy girls tend to hit harder, I heard."
"Why you-" Cori exclaimed as she advanced on him, hand raised, ready to slap.
Matt ran in the other direction towards his house table. "Yes, I love you too, Corny, dear!"
Cori rolled her eyes and sat back down next to a tired Lily.
"Yet another encounter with 'the guy who has no life', and survived?" asked Lily jokingly.
"Yes, just barely, anyway, what's up with you? You have BAGS under your eyes, Lily! It totally does NOT go with your outfit." Cori cried, looking at Lily in horror as she motioned to the great purple pouches that stood out on Lily's perfect complexion. "What happened to those spells we read about in Be*WITCHed?"
"Oh NO I totally forgot to look in the mirror!" Cori gasped. "You know how I told you about taking James shopping for Muggle AND Wizard clothes while everyone was at Hogsmeade?" Cori nodded slowly. "Well, I was up for half the night, planning out our day, which shops to go to, how we would get there, YOU know shopping is very complicated business." Lily said seriously as someone snorted behind them.
"PLEASE," Liz said, rolling her eyes. "All I do is tell my house elves to buy all the clothes in a boutique I'm interested in, and then return the outfits I don't like." Cori and Lily looked at each other, clearly showing with their eyes what they thought of this statement.
"Ah, but Lizzie, dear! You forgot how much FUN it is to show off our many credit cards, many Galleons in the bea-u-ti-FUL money pouches that we bought, and be seen in ridiculously elaborate and overpriced clothes!" came Matt's voice behind them, apparently gained back his bravery with Mark there with him. The three girls turned around, Liz no longer smirking, Lily looking full and alert, and Cori no longer rolling her eyes. It was one thing to insult Liz, which everyone did on a daily basis, but to make fun of their clothing style and choice. . .!
Matt and Mark ran like hell.
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"Oh J-A-mes!" came the shrill voice of Lily Evans. James cringed, he'd hoped he could escape her before she came out onto the Hogwarts grounds, but apparently, it didn't work out. "You haven't forgotten about our LESSON today, have you?"
"Er-no?" he replied meekly, realizing Lily wasn't going to let the flying incident go anytime soon.
"Well what ARE we waiting for, then?" Lily said excitedly, "Let's get started!" Lily walked around a large willow tree and turned a corner, James followed.
"I have our day all planned out, we'll first go to some really good Wizard robe shops, then some Muggle clothing shops, for men, of course." James groaned inwardly. She had said DAY; this wasn't going to end very soon. Lily stopped suddenly, causing James to trip over her foot.
"Oomphf! What did you stop for?" James asked, annoyed, just as he heard some loud rumbling noise over head. . . could it be a dragon?
A/n: Ooo00OOoooHhhHhH! WHAT is that noise? A free 'I Luv the Marauders' sticker to whoever guesses correctly!
Ehhh. . .this is a SHORT chappie! Sorry about that, I'm sick at home right now, and I just wanted to post this REALLY fast, then get back to my nice, warm, fuzzy bed *starts snoring* EHEM. Anywho, R&R please! I'm begging you, even if it IS a flame, they make the writer mad for a while, then they make the writer write BETTER!
Y. Kuang! I feel HONORED that you like my fic! I absolutely love your work, and you're on my 'favorites' list! Thanks so much!
Anyway, I don't get many reviews!!!! *sob* but, I love all you guys that HAVE reviewed! Also, just a note. It might seem like my writing is humor- ish. . .but I dunno, just write like that. It might get a bit angsty and fluffy later on. . . but for now, it will be slightly humor-ish, yes. I do have a strange sense of humor, don't I? I absolutely LOVE setting my characters on fire, making them sarcastic and bratty, or just. . . strange. LoL
Summary: Stereotyping. Something that is in every world, including the Magical one. So when two complete opposites have to work together, it was the worst thing either one of them could have imagined. They had reputations to uphold and things to keep secret; they, 'Stood on Opposite sides of the River'.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, names, and basic environment; only the plot and my ideas.
Ch. 5
Peter stared dreamily at Cornelia Venora, practically drooling. Cori had been his long time crush since third year when she had spilled armadillo bile on his robes. . . on purpose. Her raven-black hair, shimmering brown eyes, and perfect nose, Peter loved everything about the short-tempered teen. The only problem was that she didn't think two cents of him.
The short boy scowled in displeasure as Matt Karnecat walked up and started teasing the object of his affection. Peter knew that the handsome boy also liked Cori, and hated him for it. 'She probably likes him back, too.' Peter thought as he watched Cori retort an insult, but with a small smile playing on her lips. He wished he could hex Matt to oblivion, magically become as handsome as James, Sirius, or Remus, and grow a foot or so.
But that was impossible.
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"So. . . Contumacious Cornelia, what's new?" asked Matt, calling Cori by the much hated nickname he'd given her in first year, as he sauntered over to the Gryffindor table.
"Ah, not much. Got up, dressed, walked into to the Great Hall, noticed an insufferable prat, made plans to punch him if he doesn't shut up soon." Cori replied coolly, but a glimmer of mischief in her eyes.
The brown-haired boy grinned at her. "I wonder who THAT could be." he faked innocence as he looked around the large dining hall. "I feel sorry for the insufferable prat, heavy girls tend to hit harder, I heard."
"Why you-" Cori exclaimed as she advanced on him, hand raised, ready to slap.
Matt ran in the other direction towards his house table. "Yes, I love you too, Corny, dear!"
Cori rolled her eyes and sat back down next to a tired Lily.
"Yet another encounter with 'the guy who has no life', and survived?" asked Lily jokingly.
"Yes, just barely, anyway, what's up with you? You have BAGS under your eyes, Lily! It totally does NOT go with your outfit." Cori cried, looking at Lily in horror as she motioned to the great purple pouches that stood out on Lily's perfect complexion. "What happened to those spells we read about in Be*WITCHed?"
"Oh NO I totally forgot to look in the mirror!" Cori gasped. "You know how I told you about taking James shopping for Muggle AND Wizard clothes while everyone was at Hogsmeade?" Cori nodded slowly. "Well, I was up for half the night, planning out our day, which shops to go to, how we would get there, YOU know shopping is very complicated business." Lily said seriously as someone snorted behind them.
"PLEASE," Liz said, rolling her eyes. "All I do is tell my house elves to buy all the clothes in a boutique I'm interested in, and then return the outfits I don't like." Cori and Lily looked at each other, clearly showing with their eyes what they thought of this statement.
"Ah, but Lizzie, dear! You forgot how much FUN it is to show off our many credit cards, many Galleons in the bea-u-ti-FUL money pouches that we bought, and be seen in ridiculously elaborate and overpriced clothes!" came Matt's voice behind them, apparently gained back his bravery with Mark there with him. The three girls turned around, Liz no longer smirking, Lily looking full and alert, and Cori no longer rolling her eyes. It was one thing to insult Liz, which everyone did on a daily basis, but to make fun of their clothing style and choice. . .!
Matt and Mark ran like hell.
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"Oh J-A-mes!" came the shrill voice of Lily Evans. James cringed, he'd hoped he could escape her before she came out onto the Hogwarts grounds, but apparently, it didn't work out. "You haven't forgotten about our LESSON today, have you?"
"Er-no?" he replied meekly, realizing Lily wasn't going to let the flying incident go anytime soon.
"Well what ARE we waiting for, then?" Lily said excitedly, "Let's get started!" Lily walked around a large willow tree and turned a corner, James followed.
"I have our day all planned out, we'll first go to some really good Wizard robe shops, then some Muggle clothing shops, for men, of course." James groaned inwardly. She had said DAY; this wasn't going to end very soon. Lily stopped suddenly, causing James to trip over her foot.
"Oomphf! What did you stop for?" James asked, annoyed, just as he heard some loud rumbling noise over head. . . could it be a dragon?
A/n: Ooo00OOoooHhhHhH! WHAT is that noise? A free 'I Luv the Marauders' sticker to whoever guesses correctly!
Ehhh. . .this is a SHORT chappie! Sorry about that, I'm sick at home right now, and I just wanted to post this REALLY fast, then get back to my nice, warm, fuzzy bed *starts snoring* EHEM. Anywho, R&R please! I'm begging you, even if it IS a flame, they make the writer mad for a while, then they make the writer write BETTER!