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Okay, folks, Chapter Two will be fixed as soon as I can get around to fixing it. Again, I'm sorry this took so long, but I'm going to keep on trying to update as often as possible.
To Vampyre: Sorry, but as I said in a previous chapter note, I'm mildly emphasizing each character's personality as best I can. As much as I like Snape (and I ido/i, Alan Rickman is one of my favorite actors, and Snape is one of my favorite characters), he's going to be screwed up as much as my other characters are. ^_^ Whee!
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pMystique opened the door, and light flooded into the Brotherhood Boardinghouse once again. It was a bizarre effect. All
within were standing still as statues, with the one exception of Chrissy, who turned her head as the door swung open, letting her hair swing saucily over her shoulder. Then, all those who were looking at the silhouettes in the door squinted into the light, trying to see who these people were...
p"Please, come in," Mystique's false exterior said pleasantly. They stepped in quickly, and Mystique shut the door, moving
to stand in front of it, hands clasped behind her over the doorknob. Her smile looked ghoulish in the low light.
pThroughout all this Pietro and Sarah gazed into each other's eyes.
p"Whoa," Chrissy said under her breath, her eyes bugging out when she spotted Sirius. Sirius, for his part, just looked back at her with a devilish grin on his face.
pMeanwhile, Snape surveyed his surroundings with a nasty scowl, a wad of paper clasped tightly in his fist. Peter, standing between the two archrivals, just...well, he just looked rat-like. "Nice to meet you," Snape finally sneered at the assembled. "My name is Severus. Severus Snape." At this there was a general bout of hushed laughter from the Brotherhood (sans Pietro, who was iway/i too busy staring into Sarah's eyes).
p"Hi, iSeverus/i," said Lance, barely containing his laughter.
pSnape narrowed his eyes. "Hello."
p"I'm Peter Pettigrew," Peter interjected obliviously, waving a slightly clammy hand. Lance and Todd waved back, still chuckling at Snape's expression.
pChrissy was still staring at Sirius, only half listening to the introductions. Her eyes shot to his mouth as he spoke smoothly: "I'm Sirius Black." She blushed, and he grinned.
p"Yes, yes, yes," spat Snape impatiently, folding his arms and once again glaring at the grubby front hall, "but where are we to isleep/i?"
pThe Brotherhood stopped snickering at the funny names. "That's not cool, yo," murmured Todd to his companions. "Doesn't even want to know our names."
pHaving seen Sirius (ooh, what a name) change his expression to one of distaste at Snape's voice, Chrissy at once turned to the cause of the gorgeous one's (yeah, that's a good way to put it) upset, taking in his greasy appearance. "I don't like you," her face knotted in the same expression of distaste that Sirius wore. "So you deserve this."
pSnape was about to ask "Deserve what?" when he caught Chrissy's onslaught full in the face. Chrissy's power is like this, you see: she makes spitballs. Giant ones. Like Toad-slime to the power of fifteen, only quite a bit more disgusting. It was an ugly power to have, but genetics are a bitch. It was the power Chrissy was stuck with, and at this point she was rather glad to have it.
pSlamming into the wall was not what was bothering Snape most. Neither was the fact that he was now pinned to it. No, what was pinning him there was what was on his mind, and he was sure it wasn't to get ioff/i his mind for quite awhile. I won't go into detail about what held him to the plaster approximately five feet from an imprint of Toad, but I will give you a few adjectives to think about: sticky, warm, wet, gloppy. Satisfied? One can only hope that it won't give you nightmares.
p"I like you," Sirius told Chrissy, moving to be by her side. Chrissy grinned, and revealed her name to him. He smiled back at her, slipping an arm around her shoulders. Blushing abounded.
p"So..." Peter coughed, embarassed. "What are your names?"
pNames flew around the room, and then all was silent again. There was a moment of awkwardness for everyone not (1)staring into anyone's eyes, (2)pasted to the wall and muffled by spitwads, and (3)busy flirting. "Well then," Mystique said, clapping her hands together. "Let me show you to your rooms."
pThe stairs creaked and groaned under the weight of everyone except Snape, Chrissy, Sirius, Sarah and Pietro. "So," said Sirius, squeezing Chrissy a little closer to himself, "is there anyone we can go to be alone?"
p"I don't know. I'm just as new as you. But I'm sure as hell going to find out." The pair headed off through a random door, leaving the three remaining alone in the room. After a few minutes, Peter sneaked down the stairs in a frightened way, setting off much protest from the moldy wood. Sarah and Pietro didn't seem to notice, but Snape raised his eyes frantically at the rodent-like boy.
p"I saw our rooms," Peter said, nervous smile on his face. "They're okay. Only..."
p"Only iwhat/i?" hissed Snape, now wiping his mouth of goop, having been peeled off the wall by Peter.
p"Only...we're going to have to share with people."
p"What?!" he cried in outrage. "Well, out with it! Who am I to share with?!"
p"Erm...I'm sharing with Todd...so you're going to have to share with Lance."
p"Which one was he?" Snape asked, pretending not to be embarassed at not knowing such a thing. Peter told him which one it was. "Shit." This was not an uncommon reaction to such news, with Snape. Peter had suspicions that he would have said that at any of the choices. "Well, let's go upstairs. Maybe there's at least a decent shower here."
pPietro and Sarah were left alone for awhile, and all was quiet in the downstairs hallway, except for a few slight disturbances. Snape's shriek at the lack of hot water was one. A second was an incredible crash from the living room, which had come from a lamp hitting the floor as a result of a particularly ferocious kiss Sirius had attacked Chrissy with. The only other disturbance was of Lance jumping around, yelling, and just generally acting like a fool to try and get Pietro and Sarah to move, while on his way out to his Jeep to cruise for babes.[1] Otherwise, there was no noise.
***
pRogue was having a hard time keeping her eyes off of Lily. She didn't know exactly why she had volunteered to give the new girl a tour of the mansion herself, but what she was having a harder time figuring out was why that Remus guy had tagged along as well. "And this is the Danger Room, where we do our training," Rogue gestured.
pLily had noticed the excess staring, and smiled at her while they walked. "You're probably wondering what we can do to be here, right?"
pRogue pounced on the excuse in an instant. "Yeah, yeah, that's it exactly," she said awkwardly, blushing under Lily's gaze. Her eyes darted nervously to the side, and she caught a nervous grin from her other companion. She scowled lightly in his direction.
p"I'll demonstrate!" Remus said eagerly, pulling out his wand. He said a few words (which sounded like nonsense to Rogue) and a flower appeared in his hand, where he had been pointing his wand. "For you," he smiled, trying to be debonair. Looking him up and down, Rogue thought, iNot bad for a guy who wears dresses--but Lily.../i Her eyes went back to the girl, who smiled, so Rogue turned back and snatched the flower out of Remus's hand. "Thanks," she said tersely before turning to walk into an elevator. She pressed a button. "And now I'll show you sub-basement three..."
***
p"Can we stop kissing for a moment so you can tell me about yourself?" Sirius gasped out. They had migrated during their make-out session, and were now outside the house. Chrissy had Sirius pinned against the crumbling wall.
p"Hmm...let me think...no!" She kissed him again, but he broke away to stare her in the eye.
p"Please?" he asked her carefully. She sighed.
p"iFine./i" She spun and slid down the wall to sit on the ground. Sirius followed her. "What do you want to know?"
p"I don't know. Where are you from? What are your hobbies? Are you scared of things that go 'bump' in the night?" he listed, waggling his eyebrows at her.
pShe grinned. "I'm from Outer Space, I enjoy reading, writing, and making out with hot British guys, and things that go 'bump' in the night had better be me, as far as I'm concerned."[2] She grinned even more widely, and Sirius laughed. "Now can we make out?"
p"No!" he said, faking exasperation. "Now you're supposed to say, 'What about you, Sirius?'."
p"What about you, Sirius?" she mimicked his accent.
p"No, no, no, now that won't do," he told her, mock-serious. "You have to draw out the 'ou' in 'about,' silly. If you're going to make fun of me, at least do it properly.[3]" In response, she grinned, and tackled him again.
***
pAt exactly thirteen minutes after midnight, Freddy shuffled down the upstairs hall in the dark. The moon shone softly through the window as he made his best attempt to tiptoe down the stairs (notorious, now, for their noisiness). He managed to make it down with only a few squeaks, then padded, in his socks, past the still forms of Pietro and Sarah in the front room. The refrigerator light made shadows extend from the wall clock and calender as Fred loaded his arms up with whatever leftovers were available.
pAnd then it happened. Todd was the one to blame for the mayonaise in the middle of the floor, but if you thought about it, it was partially Freddy's fault for not watching where he was going.
pWHUMP!
pIt shook the walls, and, more importantly, the floor, when he fell. The leftovers, which joined Fred shortly on the kitchen floor, made little noise compared to that which had just occurred.
pAnd it was that shaking of the floor which caused Pietro to tip forwards in the hall, and blink a few times after he hit, finally recovering from his stupor.
p"Oh my God, are you okay?" Sarah had also recovered, and rushed to his side to offer him a hand up. He accepted it gratefully, pulling himself off the floor effectively, but nearly sending Sarah to the surface in the process.
p"Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," he said, not really thinking about the condition of his body at all.
p"You're...Peetro?" Sarah said after a moment of thought. She had been too absorbed in his eyes when his name had been said to really understand the word.
p"Pietro," he corrected. "And you're Sarah."
p"Yeah." At long last, she blushed, scuffing her foot and looking to the spot on the floor he had most recently occupied.
pIn the kitchen, Freddy, hauling himself off the floor, muttered to himself, "Well, don't everybody rush to help at once."
p"Well..." Pietro blushed, too. Where the ihell/i was that casanova who charmed all the girls at school?
p"Yeah," she repeated.
p"Come on," he said finally. "I'll take you someplace nice."
p"Well, honestly," she stated, smiling at the room they were standing in. "What could be nicer than this?"
***
[1] I'm making Lance a jerk, here. Deal.
[2] Chrissy is not really like this. She doesn't devote her life to being horny. Just thought you ought to know, before I go further into making her sound horrible. ^_^
[3] Monsters, Inc., I'll admit it. Heh-heh.
Gah! Curse my stupid, romantic self! I'm sorry for making that last bit not-so-funny. You can yell at all those movies I've been watching, lately, if you want. Stupid romantic comedies, not as funny as my fic normally is...
Review and I will send you a cookie. :D
Okay, folks, Chapter Two will be fixed as soon as I can get around to fixing it. Again, I'm sorry this took so long, but I'm going to keep on trying to update as often as possible.
To Vampyre: Sorry, but as I said in a previous chapter note, I'm mildly emphasizing each character's personality as best I can. As much as I like Snape (and I ido/i, Alan Rickman is one of my favorite actors, and Snape is one of my favorite characters), he's going to be screwed up as much as my other characters are. ^_^ Whee!
***
pMystique opened the door, and light flooded into the Brotherhood Boardinghouse once again. It was a bizarre effect. All
within were standing still as statues, with the one exception of Chrissy, who turned her head as the door swung open, letting her hair swing saucily over her shoulder. Then, all those who were looking at the silhouettes in the door squinted into the light, trying to see who these people were...
p"Please, come in," Mystique's false exterior said pleasantly. They stepped in quickly, and Mystique shut the door, moving
to stand in front of it, hands clasped behind her over the doorknob. Her smile looked ghoulish in the low light.
pThroughout all this Pietro and Sarah gazed into each other's eyes.
p"Whoa," Chrissy said under her breath, her eyes bugging out when she spotted Sirius. Sirius, for his part, just looked back at her with a devilish grin on his face.
pMeanwhile, Snape surveyed his surroundings with a nasty scowl, a wad of paper clasped tightly in his fist. Peter, standing between the two archrivals, just...well, he just looked rat-like. "Nice to meet you," Snape finally sneered at the assembled. "My name is Severus. Severus Snape." At this there was a general bout of hushed laughter from the Brotherhood (sans Pietro, who was iway/i too busy staring into Sarah's eyes).
p"Hi, iSeverus/i," said Lance, barely containing his laughter.
pSnape narrowed his eyes. "Hello."
p"I'm Peter Pettigrew," Peter interjected obliviously, waving a slightly clammy hand. Lance and Todd waved back, still chuckling at Snape's expression.
pChrissy was still staring at Sirius, only half listening to the introductions. Her eyes shot to his mouth as he spoke smoothly: "I'm Sirius Black." She blushed, and he grinned.
p"Yes, yes, yes," spat Snape impatiently, folding his arms and once again glaring at the grubby front hall, "but where are we to isleep/i?"
pThe Brotherhood stopped snickering at the funny names. "That's not cool, yo," murmured Todd to his companions. "Doesn't even want to know our names."
pHaving seen Sirius (ooh, what a name) change his expression to one of distaste at Snape's voice, Chrissy at once turned to the cause of the gorgeous one's (yeah, that's a good way to put it) upset, taking in his greasy appearance. "I don't like you," her face knotted in the same expression of distaste that Sirius wore. "So you deserve this."
pSnape was about to ask "Deserve what?" when he caught Chrissy's onslaught full in the face. Chrissy's power is like this, you see: she makes spitballs. Giant ones. Like Toad-slime to the power of fifteen, only quite a bit more disgusting. It was an ugly power to have, but genetics are a bitch. It was the power Chrissy was stuck with, and at this point she was rather glad to have it.
pSlamming into the wall was not what was bothering Snape most. Neither was the fact that he was now pinned to it. No, what was pinning him there was what was on his mind, and he was sure it wasn't to get ioff/i his mind for quite awhile. I won't go into detail about what held him to the plaster approximately five feet from an imprint of Toad, but I will give you a few adjectives to think about: sticky, warm, wet, gloppy. Satisfied? One can only hope that it won't give you nightmares.
p"I like you," Sirius told Chrissy, moving to be by her side. Chrissy grinned, and revealed her name to him. He smiled back at her, slipping an arm around her shoulders. Blushing abounded.
p"So..." Peter coughed, embarassed. "What are your names?"
pNames flew around the room, and then all was silent again. There was a moment of awkwardness for everyone not (1)staring into anyone's eyes, (2)pasted to the wall and muffled by spitwads, and (3)busy flirting. "Well then," Mystique said, clapping her hands together. "Let me show you to your rooms."
pThe stairs creaked and groaned under the weight of everyone except Snape, Chrissy, Sirius, Sarah and Pietro. "So," said Sirius, squeezing Chrissy a little closer to himself, "is there anyone we can go to be alone?"
p"I don't know. I'm just as new as you. But I'm sure as hell going to find out." The pair headed off through a random door, leaving the three remaining alone in the room. After a few minutes, Peter sneaked down the stairs in a frightened way, setting off much protest from the moldy wood. Sarah and Pietro didn't seem to notice, but Snape raised his eyes frantically at the rodent-like boy.
p"I saw our rooms," Peter said, nervous smile on his face. "They're okay. Only..."
p"Only iwhat/i?" hissed Snape, now wiping his mouth of goop, having been peeled off the wall by Peter.
p"Only...we're going to have to share with people."
p"What?!" he cried in outrage. "Well, out with it! Who am I to share with?!"
p"Erm...I'm sharing with Todd...so you're going to have to share with Lance."
p"Which one was he?" Snape asked, pretending not to be embarassed at not knowing such a thing. Peter told him which one it was. "Shit." This was not an uncommon reaction to such news, with Snape. Peter had suspicions that he would have said that at any of the choices. "Well, let's go upstairs. Maybe there's at least a decent shower here."
pPietro and Sarah were left alone for awhile, and all was quiet in the downstairs hallway, except for a few slight disturbances. Snape's shriek at the lack of hot water was one. A second was an incredible crash from the living room, which had come from a lamp hitting the floor as a result of a particularly ferocious kiss Sirius had attacked Chrissy with. The only other disturbance was of Lance jumping around, yelling, and just generally acting like a fool to try and get Pietro and Sarah to move, while on his way out to his Jeep to cruise for babes.[1] Otherwise, there was no noise.
***
pRogue was having a hard time keeping her eyes off of Lily. She didn't know exactly why she had volunteered to give the new girl a tour of the mansion herself, but what she was having a harder time figuring out was why that Remus guy had tagged along as well. "And this is the Danger Room, where we do our training," Rogue gestured.
pLily had noticed the excess staring, and smiled at her while they walked. "You're probably wondering what we can do to be here, right?"
pRogue pounced on the excuse in an instant. "Yeah, yeah, that's it exactly," she said awkwardly, blushing under Lily's gaze. Her eyes darted nervously to the side, and she caught a nervous grin from her other companion. She scowled lightly in his direction.
p"I'll demonstrate!" Remus said eagerly, pulling out his wand. He said a few words (which sounded like nonsense to Rogue) and a flower appeared in his hand, where he had been pointing his wand. "For you," he smiled, trying to be debonair. Looking him up and down, Rogue thought, iNot bad for a guy who wears dresses--but Lily.../i Her eyes went back to the girl, who smiled, so Rogue turned back and snatched the flower out of Remus's hand. "Thanks," she said tersely before turning to walk into an elevator. She pressed a button. "And now I'll show you sub-basement three..."
***
p"Can we stop kissing for a moment so you can tell me about yourself?" Sirius gasped out. They had migrated during their make-out session, and were now outside the house. Chrissy had Sirius pinned against the crumbling wall.
p"Hmm...let me think...no!" She kissed him again, but he broke away to stare her in the eye.
p"Please?" he asked her carefully. She sighed.
p"iFine./i" She spun and slid down the wall to sit on the ground. Sirius followed her. "What do you want to know?"
p"I don't know. Where are you from? What are your hobbies? Are you scared of things that go 'bump' in the night?" he listed, waggling his eyebrows at her.
pShe grinned. "I'm from Outer Space, I enjoy reading, writing, and making out with hot British guys, and things that go 'bump' in the night had better be me, as far as I'm concerned."[2] She grinned even more widely, and Sirius laughed. "Now can we make out?"
p"No!" he said, faking exasperation. "Now you're supposed to say, 'What about you, Sirius?'."
p"What about you, Sirius?" she mimicked his accent.
p"No, no, no, now that won't do," he told her, mock-serious. "You have to draw out the 'ou' in 'about,' silly. If you're going to make fun of me, at least do it properly.[3]" In response, she grinned, and tackled him again.
***
pAt exactly thirteen minutes after midnight, Freddy shuffled down the upstairs hall in the dark. The moon shone softly through the window as he made his best attempt to tiptoe down the stairs (notorious, now, for their noisiness). He managed to make it down with only a few squeaks, then padded, in his socks, past the still forms of Pietro and Sarah in the front room. The refrigerator light made shadows extend from the wall clock and calender as Fred loaded his arms up with whatever leftovers were available.
pAnd then it happened. Todd was the one to blame for the mayonaise in the middle of the floor, but if you thought about it, it was partially Freddy's fault for not watching where he was going.
pWHUMP!
pIt shook the walls, and, more importantly, the floor, when he fell. The leftovers, which joined Fred shortly on the kitchen floor, made little noise compared to that which had just occurred.
pAnd it was that shaking of the floor which caused Pietro to tip forwards in the hall, and blink a few times after he hit, finally recovering from his stupor.
p"Oh my God, are you okay?" Sarah had also recovered, and rushed to his side to offer him a hand up. He accepted it gratefully, pulling himself off the floor effectively, but nearly sending Sarah to the surface in the process.
p"Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," he said, not really thinking about the condition of his body at all.
p"You're...Peetro?" Sarah said after a moment of thought. She had been too absorbed in his eyes when his name had been said to really understand the word.
p"Pietro," he corrected. "And you're Sarah."
p"Yeah." At long last, she blushed, scuffing her foot and looking to the spot on the floor he had most recently occupied.
pIn the kitchen, Freddy, hauling himself off the floor, muttered to himself, "Well, don't everybody rush to help at once."
p"Well..." Pietro blushed, too. Where the ihell/i was that casanova who charmed all the girls at school?
p"Yeah," she repeated.
p"Come on," he said finally. "I'll take you someplace nice."
p"Well, honestly," she stated, smiling at the room they were standing in. "What could be nicer than this?"
***
[1] I'm making Lance a jerk, here. Deal.
[2] Chrissy is not really like this. She doesn't devote her life to being horny. Just thought you ought to know, before I go further into making her sound horrible. ^_^
[3] Monsters, Inc., I'll admit it. Heh-heh.
Gah! Curse my stupid, romantic self! I'm sorry for making that last bit not-so-funny. You can yell at all those movies I've been watching, lately, if you want. Stupid romantic comedies, not as funny as my fic normally is...
Review and I will send you a cookie. :D